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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Amanda, My Sibling - 01 of 15  - Prologue (no sex)
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AMANDA, MY SIBLING - Prologue (no sex).
By Bernard Sagon
Copyright (c) 2004 - all rights reserved.

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I hope you all enjoy this story, the sequel to my earlier
story "Sis On Tape".  This story covers a lot of ground
plotwise, and a number of chapters in it are, like this
prologue, devoid of sexual action.  I hope you will put up
with this necessity.  Of course, you can always skip over
these parts of the story, but that will leave you unable to
understand what the hell is happening later on.
As always, any comments and criticism from those readers
interested enough to write will be greatly appreciated.
Please send any comments to the newsgroup or directly to
bernard_sagon@hotmail.com - I will attempt to answer all
E-mail within a reasonable time frame.  Comments posted
to the newsgroups alt.sex.stories or alt.sex.stories.d
will be answered within the newsgroup they are posted
to.
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If you are unfamiliar with "Sis On Tape", the prequel to
this story, I highly recommend that you read it first.
Although "Amanda, My Sibling" has been written to stand on
its own merits (such as they are), this story and its
characters will be more understandable if you are familiar
with the earlier work.  I am reposting that story to the
newsgroups for your convenience.
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and
contains sexually explicit adult material.  If you are not
an adult, do not wish to view such material, or if such
material is prohibited in your locality, you should exit
at this time.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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This is a copyrighted work of fiction and the author
retains all rights to this story.  This story may be
freely copied and/or distributed for non-commercial use
or by archival services with this notice and any
applicable headers and footers attached, as required by
law.  This story may not be reproduced in any form for
profit without the express written permission of the
author.
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This story consists of a prologue, nine chapters, and an
epilogue.
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Prologue:

I pulled at the starched collar of the unfamiliar white
dress shirt.  The damned thing was too tight, and I
regretted having borrowed it from Dad.  I should have spent
the twenty bucks for something that was comfortable, even if
I wouldn't be wearing it too often.  Although I didn't get
to attend too many weddings, that was no reason to choke to
death in the meantime.

 From the looks of the other men in their suits and tuxes,
I wasn't the only one who was uncomfortable.  Despite it
being the second Saturday in June, we were in the middle
of an early heat wave.  Not even the church's air
conditioning could pull the humidity out of the air
and make the building comfortable.

Ignoring the thin trickles of sweat running down the small
of my back, I let my eyes wander across the expanse of the
large church.  It was nice one, much nicer than the tiny
chapel our family usually frequented on those rare
occasions when we did go to church.  There was a raised
altar in the front, and real stained glass windows along
both sides.  The church had been chosen because of its
dignified aura and the fact that it was large enough to
accommodate the sixty-one invited guests of the bride and
groom.

Just as I was beginning to wonder if the service was ever
going to start, there was a stirring from the side
entrance and Pastor Williams entered, followed by the
groom and the best man.  Glancing at my watch, I checked
the time.  Ten-fifteen AM - fifteen minutes late.  It
figured.  These things never manage to get started on time.

As the groom took his place at the head of the aisle, I
couldn't help being impressed.  He stood comfortably in
his light blue tux.  In fact, he seemed to be the most
comfortable person in the room.  If I'd been the one up
there I would have been nervous as hell, but he was the
exact opposite.

Pastor Williams gave the signal to the organist, and the
music began.  The familiar melody of the "Wedding March"
filled the building, and all eyes turned to the back of
the church.  Two of the ushers stepped forward and, taking
hold of the handles on the double doors, swung them open
to reveal the vision beyond.

I say "vision" because that is what she was - tall, her
long blond hair cascading over her shoulders and back,
the veil framing her face too thin to mask her joy from
the congregation.  Her wedding dress was satin - pure
white with an overlay of cream-colored French lace.
The bodice was cut to just above her breasts with a lace
panel filling in the space between her swan-like neck and
the dress's décolletage.  A long formal train followed
behind her, joined by an equally long veil.  White shoes
and gloves completed the outfit.  Her hands looked tiny,
carrying a bouquet of pink and white roses, lilies-of-
the-valley, and babies' breath.  She was the image of the
perfect bride.  She looked positively virginal.

Even though I had to smile at THAT thought.

She started up the aisle on her beaming father's arm.
A flurry of flashes went off all around her - cameras
capturing the moment for posterity.  They would be the
first of what I hoped would be many happy memories for
her and her soon-to-be husband.

I don't think I had ever seen her look more beautiful, and
God knows I had seen everything there was to see of her.
I knew every square inch of the body under that wedding
gown.  There was no part of her I had not gazed upon or
caressed, no secret part of her that I had not entered;
that I did not know intimately.  She and I had been
long-time lovers, sharing more than just our bodies;
joining together on a level that few lovers are ever
privileged to reach.  With her I had seen and done it all.
I had seen her at her best, completely decked out, her
dress and make-up perfect, just wanting to snuggle together
with me before starting a sweet session of love.  And I had
seen her at her most animal level; covered in sweat, just
fucked into multiple shattering orgasms, laying back
afterwards with her cunt gaping open, our combined juices
leaking out and running down the crack of her ass to
pollute the bed sheets beneath her.  But whether romantic
or raw, she had always been the best.  For a time we had
been true soulmates, needing to hold nothing back from
each other - closer to each other than either of us had
ever been to any other person up to that point in our
lives.

Now I was about to watch her marry another man, and
I rejoiced in her good fortune.  My sister was marrying
the man of her dreams.  Because that's what she was - my
older sister Amanda, my former sibling lover, my
post-graduate teacher in the arts of love, my absolute
favorite fuck.

And the groom WAS the man of her dreams.  I knew that for
certain - Amanda had told me of her feelings.  And why
shouldn't she?  We had no secrets from each other.  Not
after all that we had shared together.

The bridal party had reached the head of the aisle.  My
sister turned to Dad and, momentarily lifting her veil,
kissed him on the cheek.  That part had not been in the
wedding rehearsal, but I, for one, thought that it was
the perfect touch.  Dad took her hand and, placing it in
the groom's, gave his daughter away.  I could hear our
Mom beside me let out a sob.  I glanced over at her.
It was OK.  There was a smile on her face.  It had been
a sob of joy.

Her veil back in place, Amanda and the groom turned to
face the pastor.  He opened his manual and began to read.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here..."

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It was hard to believe that my sister and I had become
lovers barely three years ago.  Before that we had been
typical siblings - always cutting each other down, in
constant competition with each other, never acknowledging
the fact that beneath everything we might actually like
one other.  That would have been to show weakness - to
lose "face".  And that's how things would probably have
remained if I had not stumbled upon my sister in the
middle of a major indiscretion.  I had walked it on her
giving one of her college professors a blowjob.
Fortunately, they did not see me.  But I saw them, and when
I realized what I was watching, I jumped at the opportunity
and ran to grab my parent's 8 mm camcorder.  The result had
been the creation of videotape that was to change Amanda's
and my lives and relationships forever.

I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking I used that
tape to blackmail her into having sex with me.  But that's
not how it was.  Not really.   My sister had always been
the family favorite, and I had always seemed to get the
short dirty end of the stick.  So I used that tape to
pull a power play on my sister, jokingly threatening to
expose her misdeeds if she didn't give me what I wanted -
and you can guess what I told her I wanted.  But I hadn't
meant it.  I had really only wanted to be able to lord it
over her for once in my life.  But I quickly discovered
that power wasn't everything.  I watched my little joke
blow up in my face as what relationship I did have with
my sister crumbled into dust.  And later that night, when
I tried to put myself into her shoes, I became appalled
and ashamed of what I had done.  When the chance came
I rushed to make up with her.  And I gave her a token of
my sincerity - the videotape I had made of her and her
teacher - freely and without conditions.

I had learned an important lesson - that some things that
you might be able to do to gain an advantage just were not
worth doing.  Not if you wanted to be able to face
yourself in the mirror the next day.

I also learned a second important lesson - that sometimes,
even from a selfish point of view, doing the right thing
is the best thing.  It certainly was in this case.

My sister told me a month later that my actions - my
unconditionally giving her the videotape - had shown her
that I loved her and that she wanted to show that she
loved me in return by making love to me.  And then she
did exactly that, taking me sexually to places that I had
never been.  It was more than the fact that she was a
great sex partner, thought she was certainly that.
Maybe it was the fact that I had known her all my life and
had grown up with her.  Maybe it was the forbidden nature
of our coupling - the fact that she was my sister.  Maybe
it was both these things, but if you ask me, I don't think
that was at the heart of what flooded over us when our
bodies were joined and became one.  I think it was the
fact that deep down we discovered that we did in fact love
each other intensely, and that we had decided to act on
that realization.

Of course, we had to keep this a secret.  Mom and Dad
would have just died if they had ever learned that we
were regularly fucking each other's brains out.  And there
was more to our actions than just that.  Our sex games
took a definite turn toward the kinky side.  The camcorder
became a frequent companion, recording our couplings for
later viewing.  We had been awkward in front of the camera
at first, but both of us quickly learned to forget about
the camera while in the throes of passion.  And the later
viewing of the results was such a turn-on that we usually
ended up in an encore performance before the tape even
managed to finish.

Like the time that my sister gave me her present for my
eighteenth birthday...

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End of "Amanda, My Sibling - Prologue"

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