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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Amanda, My Sibling - 02 of 15 - Chap. 1 (mF, cons, inc, oral, creampie)
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AMANDA, MY SIBLING - Chapter 1 (mF, cons, inc, oral, creampie).
By Bernard Sagon
Copyright (c) 2004 - all rights reserved.

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This is Chapter 1 of the sequel to my earlier story
"Sis On Tape".  As always, any comments and criticism
from those readers interested enough to write will be
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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
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This story consists of a prologue, nine chapters, and an
epilogue.
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Chapter 1:

It was Friday and I made certain that I came straight home
from high school.  This was another of Amanda's "keeping in
touch" weekends when she would be home from college to
visit.  Originally these visits had consisted primarily of
her taking a break from dorm food and bringing her dirty
laundry home for Mom to wash, but once she and I had
become lovers they had come to include regular sexual
romps between the two of us.

The major romping always took place on Saturday nights,
when our parents had a long-standing appointment to play
bridge at the Patterson's house - so long-standing that it
predated Amanda's birth twenty-plus years earlier.
While they were out of the house was when we could take
our time, making love to each other slowly and repeatedly
until we were sated, joined at the crouch but also
touching soul to soul.  We became one with each other, as
close as men and women ever become, and a hell of a lot
closer than brothers and sisters are ever expected to be.
Such times were sweet - moments we savored together.  But
if I was home on Friday and Amanda arrived early enough,
we would normally seek each other out and grab a fast fuck
before our parents arrived.  These mini-sessions tended to
be short in duration but intense in sexual energy.  Over
the months that we'd been screwing each other, during our
Friday couplings we had done it standing up and laying
down, dressed and undressed, and in almost every room in
the house (except our parent's bedroom and my father's
den.  We hadn't crossed to that level of kinkiness yet).

I had made it a point to be available if Amanda arrived at
the house early enough.  Thus, I was standing by when I
heard her little red Honda pull into the driveway and stop.
I watched her from my bedroom window as she got out of the
car and then walked to the trunk and removed a package.
It was wrapped, complete with a bow.  I smiled at that.
The package had to be for my birthday.  I wondered what
she had gotten me.

I soon heard Amanda's footsteps come up the stairs and past
my room as she headed to her own bedroom.  I knew that she
would need several minutes to settle in.  We had an
established routine, and I gave her the time necessary to
carry it out.

I was waiting to see if my sister had anything in mind for
the time before our parents were due to arrive.  I sure
hoped so.  The moments stolen before Mom and Dad arrived
home on Friday afternoons were the most intense and erotic
that my sister and I shared.  Unlike the long sessions we
indulged in on Saturday nights when our parents were out
and we could express the love we shared together, these
short encounters were almost totally focused on the
physical, catering almost exclusively to pure lust.  Not
that this was a negative thing, you understand.  This was
when Amanda and I could let our imaginations run riot.

I found I didn't have long to wait.  Just about fifteen
minutes after Amanda had passed my room, a soft knock came
from my door.  I smiled to myself.  It was time to let the
games begin.

I opened the door to find my sister standing there, a
single frosted cupcake with a lit candle on top in her
hands.  She greeted me with a song.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you..."

I almost fell down laughing.  Amanda voiced the words in
a throaty, very bad imitation of Marilyn Monroe singing at
President Kennedy's birthday party back in the sixties.
That was funny enough, but it was her clothing that tickled
me the most.  Early on my sister and I had discovered that
we enjoyed erotic costumes and fantasy role-playing, and
her present outfit was a winner.  She was adorned as a
little French maid, only with a pure sexual twist.  Her
little dress was sheer see-through black nylon with white
lace trim.  I would have been able to plainly see the peaks
of her erect nipples were it not for a pair of red stick-on
bows strategically located over her aureole.  A large red
bow, like the one on a Christmas wreath, hid her pubic
mound.  A black garter belt, black fishnet stockings, and
high heels completed the outfit.

"Happy birthday, dear Kenneth, Happy birthday to you," she
finished, and then held the cupcake out to me.  "Would
Monsieur like to blow out his candle?" she inquired in an
extremely lame French accent.

"And what happens if I do?" I inquired, joining her in the
game.

"Why, then I give Monsieur his present."

"Sounds interesting," I said, taking the cupcake from her
and blowing out the candle's flame.  I set the cupcake
down on my desk, a thin wisp of smoke rising from the
extinguished wick.  "And what might this present consist
of?" I continued, knowing pretty well what Amanda was going
to say.  After all, we had played this kind of game before.

"Why 'Moi', of course." she answered.

"Very nice," I responded.  "And it looks like 'Moi' will be
such fun to unwrap," I continued, moving in on her.  I took
hold of one of the red bows covering her nipples and
pulled, peeling it from the nylon beneath.  I admired the
jutting pyramid exposed to my gaze, then lowered my mouth
and sucked on it, allowing my saliva to soak through the
thin material.  Amanda responded with soft cooing sounds.

I repeated my performance, focusing this time on the
opposite bow, uncovering her remaining nipple and sucking
on it, leaving a wet spot on the nylon that mirrored the
one from my first oral attack.  Amanda continued to respond
to my actions, the scent of her arousal rising to greet my
nostrils.

I slid the large red bow off her hips, allowing it to drop
around her ankles, where she stepped out of it.  I found
that she had prepared a real surprise for me.  The panties
for her costume were trimmed with the same white lace as
her dress, and were completely crotchless.  Amanda was
completely available to me.

I've always been a person who knows how to take a hint.
I pulled my tee shirt over my head.  "The unwrapping was
fun," I said, acting out our little drama.  Dropping my
jeans and shorts, releasing my now-erect cock, I continued,
"I think I'm going to enjoy this gift.  Is my little French
maid ready to serve me?"

"Oh, oui Monsieur.  'Moi' is ready."

"Then it's time to open the box," I said with an evil
smirk.  I lifted up one of Amanda's legs, pushing her back
against the wall as I opened her cunt to receive the rigid
cock that was trapped between our bodies.  One of her hands
took hold of me, guiding me between the swollen lips of her
dripping pussy.

I entered her with one sudden rude thrust of my hips, my
cock riding up to completely fill her, stretching her wide,
overcoming her with an exquisite mixture of pleasure and
pain.  She signaling her lust with a plaintive wail from
deep in her throat as I began to roughly piston myself in
and out of her.

Amanda lost her fake French accent.  "OH YES.  FUCK ME.
Pound it in me.  Nail me to the wall."

I kept up the rough pounding, knowing how much my sister
was loving it.  I was fulfilling one of the secret
fantasies that she had described to me.  She had let me
know that I was the only man she ever engaged in rough sex
with - that I could be trusted to not really hurt her.  It
was just another one of our erotic games, our incestuous
secrets.

We were operating at a pace that could not last very long.
I could feel the pressure developing in my groan - sense
the rising of my semen from my balls.  I came in a flood,
hosing down the inside of my sister's grasping pussy, my
cum leaking back out around my pummeling cock to run down
the inside of her thighs.

There are a lot of times in life when it really sucks to be
a teenager.  At that age, no one respects you or treats you
like you might have a mind of your own.  But from a
physical point of view, there are also times when being
almost eighteen years old is the best feeling on earth.
This was one of those times.  Despite the fact that I had
just filled my sister's cunt to overflowing, I was able to
maintain my hard-on and keep on pumping.  It only took a
few more minutes to drive Amanda into a shattering orgasm.
She dug her fingernails into my back and let out a banshee
wail that would have - had they been able to hear it - been
cause for the neighbors to call the cops.  Sandwiching her
between the wall and myself, I thrilled as her vaginal
muscles repeatedly clasped around my cock as she came.

I continued screwing her as her orgasm faded, never
stopping my stimulation of her prick-engorged pussy.
I had found out early on that Amanda was the most
multi-orgasmic woman I had ever had the experience to
fuck.  I delighted as she continued to respond, our sweat
slickening the skin on both of our bodies, our flesh
sliding on the moisture.  The smell of sex filled the air
as the wet sounds of this second go-around echoed in our
ears.  She quickly reached a second, even more intense
orgasm, and then began the longer climb towards her third.

We continued like this for at least another ten minutes.
There is absolutely nothing as stimulating - as erotic to
a male - as watching and feeling the woman impaled on his
prick cum repeatedly as he drives her.  As my sister's
third orgasm flowed over her, I joined with her, once more
flooding her vagina with my cum.  Frozen as I achieved my
encore release, I clung to her, pushing her against the
wall to brace both of us so we wouldn't collapse into a
heap.  I could feel her pussy milking my cock, draining me
dry as she spasmed.  In the end, I had nothing more left to
give her.  My erection faded, my now-flaccid penis slipping
from her gaping cunt lips, allowing our combined liquids to
seep out.

The game turned.  Amanda became the aggressor, forcefully
pushing me back onto my bed.  Her lips dove for my cock as
she stripped off her now-soaked panties, straddled my head
and pushed her dripping cunt against my mouth.  She rubbed
her open pussy lips up and down my face, from chin to
forehead, coating my mouth, nose, eyelids, and even my hair
with our combined cum while I licked away at her like a
madman and she blew my unresponsive prick.  I was too
fucked out to react to her mouth, but I managed to suck on
her clit and drive her to one last orgasm - one final
cum - before she collapsed on top of me.  I checked the
clock by the bed; it said four-thirty - about an hour left
before Dad would arrive home from work.

We remained like that for several minutes, taking care not
to fall asleep in the afterglow of our incestuous coupling.
We had let that happen once, awakening only to the sound of
our father's car door slamming in the driveway.  We had
then had to make a mad dash - me for the shower and Amanda
for her bedroom - before Dad had entered the house.
Fortunately, Dad was not in the habit of coming upstairs
when he arrived home, and we had managed to clean up,
dress, and hide the evidence of our misdeeds.  But we had
never forgotten that lesson in almost getting caught.
Thus we rose from the bed, stripped it of its sweat and
cum stained sheets, and then pranced down the hall to clean
ourselves off.

While Amanda entered the bathroom that separated our two
rooms, I continued to her bedroom and stashed the dirty
sheets in the empty bottom drawer of her dresser.  She kept
it empty for just this purpose, knowing that Mom and Dad
would never dream of invading her privacy by going through
her drawers.  We would wash the bedclothes tomorrow while
our parents were away.  I rejoined her in the bathroom,
stepping over the small pile that represented the remnants
of her maid costume.  Sliding the shower door open, I
slipped in to join her.  She had already started soaping
herself up, running the bar across her breasts and tummy.
I slid my hand over hers, taking the soap from her and
continuing the job, the slippery suds foaming as I began
washing her inner thighs.

"God, that was intense, Ken," my sister confided.  "I do
so love being fucked standing up like a common street
whore.  It makes me feel SO nasty.  Better wash me good.
I'd swear that I have cum running down to my ankles."

I knelt down beside her, lathering her legs, massaging
between her toes with my fingers and replying, "Just as
long as you didn't leave footprints in the hall.  I'd hate
to see anyone slip and fall."

"So?" she said with a giggle.  "I'm already a fallen woman -
at least when I'm with you.  And you had better hand me the
shampoo.  In case you don't know it, Little Brother, you've
got cum in your hair.  It wouldn't do to have Mom see that."

"I wonder how that could have gotten there," I said,
grinning.  "I'll give you the shampoo in a minute.  I'm
still busy down here."

I started to work my way back up her other leg with the
soap, rubbing and caressing her until the slippery
rectangle was between her legs, laving her pussy as I slid
the perfumed bar back and forth between the lips.
Maintaining the fingers of my right hand in her crease,
finger-fucking her with two digits while my thumb rode
over her clit, I used my left hand to slide the soap
across her buttocks.

"Damn it, Kenny.  Stop that.  Dad will be home soon.
Just give me the soap and get you fingers out of my pussy."

Reluctantly I did what she commanded.  She took the soap
and finished washing while I got the shampoo and lathered
up my hair.  She then single-mindedly assisted me in
washing away the sweat and cum that clung to my own body.
We both rinsed off under the warm spray, competing at
flushing away the last vestiges of foam.

We ended up facing each other, chest-to-chest,
belly-to-belly, her breasts pressing into me, one of
her hands grasping my cock while one of mine cupped
her mound.  Warm water sprayed over us, running down
our skin in little rivulets.

"So," she inquired, "looking forward to your birthday gift?"

"I thought that you just gave it to me."

She smiled knowingly.  "That was just the appetizer.  I'm
saving the real gift for when we make love tomorrow."

"Oh really?  Feel like giving me a little hint?"

"The hell with hints!" she replied, giving me an evil
smile.  "I have the perfect gift for you, Little Brother.
I'm giving you my one remaining cherry."

"Jesus!" I replied, knowing exactly what she was offering.
My exhausted dick began to stir anew at the very thought.
"Let me see if I'm getting this right.  I know someone
popped your maidenhead a long time ago."

"That's true."

"And I also know you have oral experience.  You suck cock
like a Hoover vacuum."

"True again," she laughed.  "And thanks for the
compliment."

"So that only leaves one possibility."

"My ass," she confirmed.  "I've been saving it for someone
special - someone I really love.  It's yours, Little
Brother.  I'm giving it to you.  I want you to possess
every part of me."  Her expression became more serious
now.  "What we have may not last, but I know I'm never
going to love anyone else the way I love you.  You're the
only person I don't have to pretend with.  I can want to be
a slut and you'll treat me like one.  I can want to be a
frightened little girl and you'll take care of me.  And
most of all, I can ask for love and I know you'll give it
to me - that you will accept me totally and
unconditionally.  That's why I fuck you, Kenneth.  That's
why I WANT to fuck you - why I NEED to fuck you.  That's
why I do things with you I would never even think of doing
or even mentioning to anyone else.  And that's why I want
you to split me open - why I want to feel you as you ream
my asshole with your cock.  You're going to fuck me in the
ass for your birthday!"

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"But," she continued, her wicked smile widening more, "if
you want my ass, you are going to have to rim me first."

"Anything you say," I murmured.

It sounded like this going to be one memorable eighteenth
birthday celebration.

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End of Chapter 1 of "Amanda, My Sibling"

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