index


Message-ID: <49038asstr$1093849804@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 16:25:56 -0500
From: "Bernard Sagon" <bernard-sagon@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} (New) Amanda, My Sibling - 03 of 15  - Chap. 2a (MF, cons, inc, oral, anal, toys)
Lines: 487
Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2004 03:10:04 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

AMANDA, MY SIBLING - Chapter 2a (MF, cons, inc, oral, anal, toys).
By Bernard Sagon
Copyright (c) 2004 - all rights reserved.

================================================================
This is Part 1 of Chapter 2 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 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.
================================================================
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.
================================================================
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.
================================================================
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.
================================================================
This story consists of a prologue, nine chapters, and an
epilogue.
================================================================


Chapter 2:

We had supper with my parents the following night - eating
early so that Amanda and I could spend some time with them
before they had to leave for their weekly bridge game.
Normally Mom would have made one of Amanda's favorites,
but in honor of my birthday, she had allowed me to choose
the meal's main dish - shepherd's pie.  And my Dad had
really surprised me, pouring me a large beer to go with my
meal.  I guess that was his way of acknowledging that
I was an adult now.

The meal ended with a birthday cake for desert, complete
with eighteen candles.  Then came the gifts - a real nice
Sony Walkman from my parents, a card from Uncle George and
Aunt Mary (my favorite aunt) containing fifty dollars, and
another card from Uncle Bill with a gift certificate from
the local mall.

Finally, Amanda pulled the box I had seen the previous day
from under the table and handed it to me.  I looked at her,
then ripped off the colorful paper and opened the box.
A dark gray sweater suitable for my grandfather sat inside.

"Thanks Amanda," I said, nearly whining.  "It's just what
I wanted."

The gift was perfect.  Amanda knew that I hated to get
clothes as a present, as did my parents.  Mom and Dad would
think she had purchased it just to annoy me.  In fact, Mom
had displayed an exasperated look on her face when she had
seen my sister's gift.  It was in fact a decoy - a piece of
the facade erected by my sister and myself that we hid our
real relationship behind.

By 6:45 Mom and Dad were out the door, the pattern they had
followed for more than twenty years being repeated once
more.  Another Saturday, another bridge night for them -
and another chance for Amanda and I to be together for
five or six hours without restraints.  Party time had
arrived.

Our parents had hardly gotten out of the driveway and
around the corner before my sister and I found ourselves
pawing at each other, our tongues crammed in each other's
mouths fighting an erotic duel.  This was not the first
time we had acted this way.  Though it didn't always
happen, the sibling hatred role-playing we put on for our
parents could create a sexual tension between us that would
explode as soon as we were alone.  Today was going to be
one of those special days.

Amanda had my pants unbuttoned and unzipped in an instant.
Had our parents returned they would have been greeted by
the vision of me kissing my sister, one hand in her hair
pulling her open mouth over mine while the other hand was
over her breast, rolling a hardened nipple between my
fingers through her dress and Spandex bra.  Add to that
vision the fact that the waistband of my jeans was mid-thigh
and that Amanda's hands were inside my shorts, her right
hand grasping my manhood while her left one cradled my
balls, and the net effect was one that would have shocked
our mother and father to the core.

Our kiss slowly tapered off, the frenzy abating
temporarily.  "God!" Amanda sighed.  "I thought they were
never going to leave."  Then with a truly evil grin she
continued, "Are you ready for your real birthday present?"

I gave her breast a soft squeeze of assent.  "I'm dying
for it!"

She returned my squeeze with one of her own to my straining
cock.  "So I see.  Why don't you set up the living room
while I get ready?"

That invitation caused my cock to give it's own little
jerk.  I zipped my pants back up to keep them from
falling.  I knew what "setting up the living room" meant
in the context of one of our sex sessions.  It meant we
would be videotaping the proceedings - a kinky action that
we would use to provide both of us with a definite turn-on
for future sexual sessions.  The resulting tape was also
mildly dangerous as it would be irrefutable proof of our
incestuous transgressions were it ever to fall into the
wrong hands.  And of course that was a large part of what
made it such a turn-on.

Since I had first caught Amanda on tape and we had made the
discovery that my sister enjoyed watching herself getting
fucked, we had performed for the camera numerous times.
The first time had been uncomfortable.  We had both been so
self-consciously awkward that viewing the tape afterwards
had left us rolling on the floor laughing at how silly we
had both looked.  And to add insult to injury, the sex
hadn't been that good either - too much performance anxiety,
I guess.  However, once we learned to ignore the camera the
tapes became more than just worth watching - they became
the focus of my erotic dreams.  Just a glimpse of my dick
entering my sister could give me an instant erection.  And
judging from how wet Amanda always got when we watched
those tapes together, I have to believe they affected her
the same way.  There must be a streak of exhibitionism in
both of us.  Or maybe we're just perverts.  After all,
once you've tried incest, how much else is left?

I closed the curtains and retrieved a spare coverslip from
the hall closet that I put over the sofa (it wouldn't do
to leave wet spots on the sofa cushions).  Then I got the
camera and tripod from our parents closet and set it up in
its designated location in front of and to one side of the
sofa in front of the family home theater.  Past experience
had shown us that this angle would best capture the ensuing
action when there wasn't anyone to be the cameraman and, as
I was definitely going to be a busy participant in the
show, the camera would have to remain unmanned.  The
picture would be a static view, but the action taking place
would make up for any lack of variety. (Of course, at those
times when I was free to operate the camera the results
were super-hot.  I have one video of Amanda doing herself
with a vibrating dildo that would make a priest cum in his
pants.)

In the meanwhile my sister had been busy.  I heard the
washing machine start up, the evidence of our sex games
being purged from the previous day's bed sheets.  It was
just one of the mundane things we had to do to ensure that
our relationship remained our own little secret.  Amanda
had really proven herself to be a woman of the world in
this regard.  If things had been left up to me, I'm sure
I would not have thought of all the little duties that
lovers need to perform to keep their trysts hidden.

I continued setting the camera up, checking the view in
the camcorder's viewfinder.  A minor adjustment of the
zoom lens completed the setup, resulting in a tightly
cropped image that encompassed the entire sofa from
arm-to-arm, along with the end tables on either side.

It was only a few minutes later that Amanda returned, an
overnight case in her hands.  I was familiar with that
overnight case.  This was not the first time it had shown
up at one of our sessions.

"I see you brought your toys with you," I said with a smirk.

"Of course," she responded.  "You don't think I'm planning
on letting you screw me in the ass without a bit of
preparation, do you?  Remember, I'm still an anal virgin."

With that she put the case down on the sofa and, opening
it, rummaged around and proceeded to pull out several hand
towels, a tube of K-Y jelly, and a metallic blue vibrator,
which she set on the end table.  I was familiar with that
vibrator.  It was Amanda's favorite and was eight inches
long and almost an inch in diameter (just large enough for
two C-cell batteries).  She then returned to the case and
hunted around a bit until, locating her next target, she
proceeded to pounce upon it.

"I bought this one specially for your birthday," she said,
holding up a wicked looking new vibrator.  It was
fire-engine red and, unlike the metallic blue one which was
smooth, this one rippled from one end to the other, the
ripples forming half-inch rings around its diameter.  As if
the ripples weren't enough, it was BIG - at least eleven
inches long and large enough around that it undoubtedly
held D-cell batteries.

"I sure hope that's not for me," I said nervously.  "I don't
think I'm ready for something like that."

"Don't worry," Amanda giggled.  "This is my little toy.
You'll see."

With that she picked up the tube of K-Y jelly and,
squeezing a goodly amount onto her fingers, lubed up the
vibrator's shaft until it gleamed with an obscene
slickness.  Setting the device aside on the end table, she
then picked up the smaller vibrator and greased that one up
as well.  Placing it next to its big brother, she wiped her
hands on one of the towels and then closed the case and
removed it from the sofa.

"Ready to rock?"

"Always," I replied, without hesitation.

"Then lets do it," she said, standing as she responded.

I didn't need a second request.  I pushed The "RECORD"
button on the camcorder.  The screen of the home theater's
TV changed from featureless blue to an image of Amanda and
the sofa.  I gave the framing a final quick check.  It was
right on.  The show was about to start!  I stepped into
the picture, moving to where my sister was standing.

We started with a slow, long, very deep kiss.  This one was
quiet and a bit playful, unlike the more lustful one we had
shared after our parents had left.  It lasted the better
part of a minute and when we broke apart our tongues
continued to duel and touch tips.  One of my hands slid up
to cover Amanda's breast while her smaller hands went
towards the waistband of my pants and once more lowered my
zipper.  We leaned in for a second slightly less gentle
kiss.  As I felt my sister's hands slip under the elastic
of my shorts, I returned the favor, pulling her dress up
and slipping my own hands into the waistband of her panties.
In unison, we pushed down on each other's underwear.
Hers descended to her ankles.  Mine ended up mid-thigh.

When we broke from the second kiss we separated slightly.
Amanda commenced to kick off her shoes and the panties
circling her ankles.  Next to go was her dress.  She
turned to let me unzip the back, then, lifting it up over
her head, she turned back to me and dropped it at her
side.  She then began unbuttoning my shirt while I undid
the cuffs.  I turned to allow her to remove it from me.
It joined her dress on the floor.  She then attacked my
shoes, untying them.  She followed this with my pants and
shorts, pushing them the rest of the way down my legs and
allowing me to step out of them.  I turned back to face
her.

She stood before me semi-nude - wearing a frilly pink bra
with her pubic hair framed by a black garter belt and
nylon stockings.  I was longing to free her breasts - to
gaze at the rigid pink nipples, but I didn't move fast
enough.  Instead, she finished stripping me, removing my
tee shirt over my head.  As I lowered my arms back down
I encircled her with them, pulling her into me.
My fingers fumbled at her back, unfastening the hooks of
her bra, freeing her tits from their confinement.  Sliding
the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, I rejoined
my sister in a kiss, her flesh against mine, her nipples
pressing into my chest, her honey-blonde bush against my
now erect cock.

Cheating a bit to allow the camcorder a clear view, I
kissed down her body, starting from her lips, down her
neck, then down to her left breast.  Here I paused for a
minor workout, taking her hardened nub between my lips and
gently suckling on it the way I knew she loved.  While my
lips performed their magic, my left hand cupped her pubic
mound.  I kept sucking away, all the while letting my
middle finger slide up and down the cleft of her vaginal
lips.  I then kissed my way across to her other breast.
As I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, I slipped my
middle digit between her pussy lips and into her wet
vagina.  I continued to suck as a second digit joined
the first.

Once more, my lips traced a path down her body as my
fingers stroked in and out of her wetness.  She tensed as
my lips joined her other lips, my tongue licking between
the folds of her pussy.  She placed one leg up on the sofa,
opening herself to my mouth as I licked at her clitoris,
the two fingers moving in her vagina causing sensations of
lust to radiate throughout her body.  Her first orgasm was
not long in arriving.

"Oh my God.  Keep doing that.  I'm almost there," Amanda
whimpered.

Tremors moved across her flesh as her climax neared.
I clamped my lips down on her clit, alternately sucking on
it and rasping my tongue across its sensitive surface.
That pushed her over the edge.  She came.

"OOOOOOh," she called out in a high-pitched wail.  Her
hands grasping my hair, she pulled me more tightly into
herself, hard enough that it hurt a bit.  Though she was
pulling pretty hard at my scalp, I just kept sucking and
licking her clit as the spasms went through her body.
I didn't mind a little pain.  My turn to cum would be
arriving soon.  In the meantime I reveled in the feeling of
power that my ability to make her respond brought.  Finally
she relaxed and her grip loosened as her orgasm passed.

"God Ken, that was a good one" she gasped.  She was still
a bit unsteady on her feet and held tightly onto me as she
returned her raised leg to the floor.  "Now get up here
for me.  It's my turn to do you."

I was only too eager to obey her.  I sat down on the sofa
with my legs spread slightly and my cock pointing upward
in arousal, both from the scent of my sister's aroma in
the air and the anticipation of what was about to
happen.  Amanda knelt down before me (cheating a bit to
allow the camera a clear shot) and took possession of my
penis; her right hand clasping its base while her left
tickled my balls.  Pushing my erection back against my
belly, she lowered her head and her tongue snaked out,
licking my balls.  She tongued first one, then the other,
and then the underside of my cock before sucking both
testicles into her mouth.  The exquisite sensation of her
mouth surrounding my nuts while her tongue worked its way
over them almost made me cum right there.  Fortunately,
this was not the first time Amanda had done this to me and
I was able to maintain control (unlike that first time
when my sister had ended up with my semen in her hair).
My sister and I had been lovers long enough that she knew
the signs to look for so that she could back off before
I came.  She continued to suck on my balls, using less
tongue this time.  She then moved on to licking up and
down the shaft of my cock.

Finally, looking up to lock her eyes with mine, she
circled her lips and took the head of my cock into her
oral cavity.  Watching her golden-haired head bobbing up
and down over my manhood, I leaned back and enjoyed her
talented mouth.  When I had told her she could suck like
a Hoover vacuum I had only been telling her the truth.
Amanda was the best oral lover I had ever had.  Of the
several girls I had sex with before my sister, only two
had gone down on me, and neither of them were very good
at it.  Maybe it was just inexperience, but both of them
had acted like they really weren't comfortable sucking me
off.  Amanda, on the other hand, acted like I was doing
HER a favor.  She was like a cat with cream when she had
a mouthful of my cum.  And right now my sister was working
on me with that result in mind.  It wasn't long before she
received her reward.  Every time she brought her head up
until just my cockhead was inside her lips, she swirled
her tongue around it, driving me wild.  Then her mouth
would descend again.  Detecting the signs of my impending
orgasm, she deep-throated me on the downstrokes.  And that
was all she wrote, Folks.  Pushed beyond voluntary
control, I found myself erupting down my sister's throat.
She swallowed each jet as it emerged from me, and, as she
was still deep-throating me, the swallowing just added
further stimulation to my cock.  I flooded her mouth
until I had nothing left to give.  She had managed to
suck me dry.

I was just glad I was eighteen years old.  Even after a
ball-draining experience like that, I knew from past
practice that I would still have a least one good cum in
me when the time came to fuck Amanda's ass.  But for at
least the moment I was out of action, and Amanda knew that
it would be a while before I would be available for an
encore.  She joined me on the sofa, sliding under my right
arm and snuggling against me, one hand over my now-wilted
cock.  I, in turn, toyed softly with the nipple of her
left breast.  This quiet interlude was, in its own way,
just as enjoyable as the blowjob had been.  We stayed like
that for almost fifteen minutes, occasionally stroking one
another or exchanging light kisses, our tongues flirting
with each other.

While this change of pace was sweet, it wasn't very long
before my dick started to once more have ideas of its own.
The sensation of my sister's fingers on it might have been
subtle, but that did not mean that her caresses weren't
having the desired effect.  I began to harden beneath her
touch.

"Mmmmmmm... " she sighed as she felt my response.  "I see
you're almost ready to start playing again.  Waiting for
your birthday present, I suppose."

"Whenever you're ready," I replied.

"I'm ready now.  In fact, I've been looking forward to this
all day," she assured me.  Then with just a bit of
hesitation she continued, "Just remember to take things
slow.  This is my first time for this."

"I'll be careful," I promised her.

"And don't forget, you promised to rim me first.  After
all," she asserted with a wicked grin, "why should you
have all the fun?"

"If I must," I replied.  "Assume the position."

"As you command, Birthday Boy," she responded.

She turned away, kneeling beside me.  Lowering her upper
body, she rested herself on the arm of the sofa, laying her
head upon her folded arms as her blond hair cascaded over
the surface of the end table beside her.  Arching her back,
she presented me with a glorious view of her backside, ass
high in the air, legs spread wide enough that her cunt
winked at me from between her lovely thighs.

It was an invitation I couldn't ignore.  Snaking my tongue
out, I ran just the tip within the cleft of her pussy lips,
savoring the taste of her special flavor.  Then I did it
again, and then again, each time probing a little deeper
into the valley of her womanhood.  I continued this for
some time, focusing on the familiar territory of her pussy
as I licked from her vagina to her hooded clitoris.  Amanda
responded quite nicely, sighing as her wetness increased,
her arousal rising.  She shuttered as I rasped my tongue
across her clit, spreading her legs wider to give me
greater access.  Within moments I had pulled an orgasm from
her, feeling the increase in her wetness on my tongue as
she climaxed.

I slowed down my oral attack for a bit, zeroing in on her
open vagina, giving her sensitive clit a rest as she came
back down to earth.  But I only allowed her a slight
respite before I began phase two of my assault.  I now
expanded the area being ministered to by my oral probing,
slithering my tongue from the upper surface of her vagina
up to the pink pucker of her virgin anus, then back again.
I continued this stimulation for several minutes,
occasionally circling her clitoris or anal sphincter at
the extremes of my tongue's wanderings, before shifting my
attention almost exclusively to her butt.  I found the
experience oddly pleasant.  Even though I was rimming the
pink sphincter of my sisters' asshole, the only sensations
assaulting my senses were the aroma of my sisters sexual
secretions mixed with the perfumed scent of the lilac soap
Amanda had employed in the shower while Mom was cooking
dinner.  These scents accompanied the sounds of her
response to the licking she was receiving.

Amanda sighed plaintively as I licked at her asshole.
"God, Ken.  That feels so nasty.  So nasty and so nice.
Keep licking me like that."

I eagerly obeyed her.  If my sister was an anal virgin then
it stood to reason that I was a rimjob virgin, but neither
one of us was going to let that stop us.  This was going to
be our day for new experiences.  I continued to lick at her
pucker, pushing at it with the tip of my tongue.  It
resisted all my efforts to push into it.  Not that that
seemed to matter to Amanda.  She continued moaning as I
rimmed her, with little rivulets of moisture seeping from
her cunt and down her inner thighs, betraying her level of
arousal.

****************************************************************

First half of Chapter 2 of "Amanda, My Sibling"

bernard_sagon@hotmail.com

Additional Bernard Sagon stories can be found at
storiesonline.net or the alt.sex.stories text
repository at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+