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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Amanda, My Sibling - 08 of 15  - Chap. 5 (MF, rom, cons)
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AMANDA, MY SIBLING - Chapter 5 (MF, rom, cons).
By Bernard Sagon
Copyright (c) 2004 - all rights reserved.

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This is Chapter 5 of the sequel to my earlier story
"Sis On Tape".  As always, any comments and criticism
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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 story consists of a prologue, nine chapters, and an
epilogue.
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Chapter 5:

We were laying together in Amanda's bed, my sister
snuggling against me in the warm afterglow of another
weekend's lovemaking.  Her breasts were pressed against my
ribs, her body molded against my side, her now matted
pubic hair tickling against my leg.  She rested her head
on my right arm, her own right arm across my chest.

I was softly stroking her sweat-dampened hair when my
sister asked me THE QUESTION.  "Ken?" she said, a note of
inquiry in her voice.

I turned my head to make eye contact with her.  "Yes?"

"What would you do if I became pregnant?"

Oh shit!  I sure hoped that this was just a rhetorical
question.  "You're not, are you?" I asked with just a hint
of panic breaking through into my voice.  "You did say
that you're on the pill."

"Don't worry," she reassured me, "I'm not pregnant.
I was just wondering how you would react.  Would you want
me to have your baby?"

"I'd be honored for you to have my baby," I responded,
kissing her lightly on the nose.  I could see the light
in her eyes at my answer.  I knew then that I had better
get real with her.  "But I don't think it would be a good
idea."

"I know" she replied, resignation in her voice.  "Still,
why don't YOU think so?"

"Well, Mom and Dad would have a shit-fit if you ever told
them you were pregnant without being married.  And they'd
have a double shit-fit if they ever found out how you got
that way."

"You mean who had gotten me that way." my sister said,
giggling.

"You know what I mean.  I wouldn't want either of us to
have to go through that.  And it wouldn't be easy being a
single mother.  It's not like we could marry each other,
you know."

"I know."

"And then there's the fact that we'd have biology working
against us.  There's a good chance that any kids we might
have would be defective in some way.  That wouldn't be
fair for either them or us.  I don't know if we could
live with that."

"You're right.  I've thought about it and I couldn't have
put it better.  I know that babies are never going to be
part of what we have."  She sighed, "Still, you're not the
only one who has fantasies."

I could feel her tremble a little.  I was ready for this.
Things had changed so much since when we had first made
love.  The barriers were down between us.  We weren't just
lying together naked.  We were freely opened up to each
other.  We both knew that we could each trust the other
to listen, to take what was revealed seriously, to not
laugh; in short, to care.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I think so."  She pulled away a bit and propped herself
up on one elbow.  She looked at me, displaying that slight
hesitation in her manner that I had learned to recognize
as indicating that she was approaching a difficult subject.

I teased her a little, attempting to ease her nervousness.
"So tell Little Brother what's so important."

She smiled at my attempt to relax her, and then she forged
ahead.  "What do you want to do with your life, Kenneth?
What would you like to have happen?"

Jesus, talk about deep.  This was right up there with her
pregnancy question.

"I don't really know yet," I answered truthfully.  Then
I turned the question back on her, knowing that this was
what she wanted to talk about.  "What about you?  What
are you looking for, Amanda?"

She responded right away to my direct questioning.
"I want to be happy.  I want to graduate and get a job
as a commercial artist.  I want to make a living doing
something I enjoy."

"Not a bad list so far," was my reply.  I knew there was
more.  I felt I had a duty to ask.  "Anything else?"

"I want someone to love - someone to love me back.
Someone besides you."  I could see tears welling up in
her eyes.  "I'm so sorry, Ken.  You know how much I love
you.  And I know how much you love me back.  Look at us!
You're my brother and I'm your sister and we're laying
here naked in my bed after fucking each other's brains
out."  She looked downwards, unable to maintain eye
contact for her next words.  "But I want more.
I want a husband and a family.  No matter how much we love
each other - no matter how much you love me - you're never
going to be able to give me that."

I knew she was right, and pondered what to say in response
to her statement.  I had always known that this day was
going to come.  Indeed, I had already resolved that when
the time came I wouldn't stand in the way of her happiness.
She was the absolute best lover I had ever known.  But she
was also the one woman in the world I loved more than any
other.  Her needs came first.

I had to say what I felt to her.  "I just want you to be
satisfied.  I mean that.  The sex with you has been great;
the best I've ever had.  But I can always get another
lover - not as good as you, but adequate.  I can't get
another sister.  I want to see you happy, Amanda.  I need
that for my own happiness."

"Thank you, Ken" she said, hugging me - her sigh of
approval.  "I knew you would understand.  I just wasn't
sure how to talk to you about it."

"So you brought up the pregnancy thing?"

"It seemed the best way.  I wanted a situation that we
couldn't change.  I needed to make you understand."

I caught a sly look from my sister - a twinkle in her eye.
She was letting me know that she hadn't told me everything.
There was more.

And I could guess what it was.

"So, did you have someone in mind?" I inquired innocently.

She blushed.  I loved watching her do that.  She was still
the only girl I had ever watched blush while naked.  It
was a wonder to behold, the pink glow spreading across
her entire upper body.

"There is this one guy I've been dating for a while... "
she confirmed.

"So you've been holding out on me," I said teasingly.
"Anyone I know?"

"I don't think so.  He's not local."

"So tell me about this mystery man."

Amanda jumped at the chance now that she was comfortable
that I wouldn't take this new male as a rejection of
myself.  "Well, he's from Montana.  You'd like him.  He
loves the outdoors, just like I do.  In fact, I met him
on a rock climb.  He's here on a full scholarship in
computer sciences."

"So," I joked, "He's a rock-climbing nerd?"

Amanda shot me a good-natured dirty look.  She continued,
"He's also the captain of the college's gymnastics team.
Not exactly your typical nerd."

I was impressed.  He was an athlete on a full academic
scholarship.  Probably had both looks and brains.  As far
as I could see, Amanda could have done a lot worse.

"And you've been dating him how long?" I inquired.

"Well, we went out together a few times before summer
vacation, but we've only been dating seriously for two
months, three weeks, and 4 days," Amanda gushed.

I stared at her in wonder.  That would mean that she was
going out with him during the last two "staying in touch"
weekends that we had spent fucking each other silly.
She hadn't even mentioned him prior to today.

I couldn't help myself.  I just had to tease her a bit.
"That was two months, three weeks, and how many days?"

She picked up my playful mood.  "Now don't start in on
me.  How was I supposed to know that anything was going
to develop between us?"

"Well, I still think I should feel slighted.  You don't
count the days since we first started doing it."

"Well don't feel that way.  I know exactly how long it's
been.  It's two years, three months, two weeks, and no
days.  So there!" she laughed, sticking out her tongue.

I gaped back at my sister in disbelief.  Finally I had to
say, "You're amazing, Amanda.  Just when I think I've
gotten to know you, you pull another rabbit out of the
hat."

"I guess I'm just full of surprises," she agreed.

I decided it was time to give her the old third degree.
"So have you fucked him yet?"

I asked the question knowing that most other people
wouldn't have - but Amanda and I weren't most people.
As I said earlier, there were no barriers between us.
I knew she would answer me.  She knew she could do so
without fear.

"Quite a few times," Amanda said, matter-of-factly.  Then
she locked eyes with me, letting me know she was about to
say something important.  "But not the last time.
We didn't fuck the last time.  We made love."

I understood the distinction.  Amanda and I had done both.
The fucking part with her had always been great fun.
But the making love...  That had always been special.
Those had been the times we had lost ourselves in each
other, reaching a level that was more than physical.
Though we could never marry each other, or even let anyone
else know about our incestuous relationship, those were
the moments when we were truly wed - when we were one
flesh.  Amanda was saying that she might have found that
with someone else.  For the first time in many months
I envied her a little.

"So he's something special?"

"I think so.  You know how we feel those times when it
becomes more than sex?  When we're one together?  That's
how I felt the last time he and I did it.  It caught me by
surprise.  I mean, I had never expected to ever feel like
that with anyone but you."

I was flattered by her confession, but unlike my sister,
I had always been a realist.  As good as it was with her -
as good as Amanda and I were together - I knew our sexual
relationship would have to end someday.  I was ready to
let it.  I wanted her to know that.

"So you want my permission to fall in love?  Is that it?"
I asked, deadly serious this time even though I kept the
tone teasing.

"Something like that.  Do you mind?"

I dropped the teasing tone completely.  It was time to let
her know just how serious I was.  "Amanda, I love you.
Do you understand what that means to me?  It means I only
want what is best for you.  I want you to be happy, and
if this guy can make you happy, I want you with him.
Forget about me.  You're all that's important."

Amanda looked down on me, smiling.  "I knew you would
understand.  I think that's one of the reasons I love you,
because you can be so sweet about caring for me.  But I'm
not ready to forget about you quite yet.  Who knows how
things will work out?  Until I know for sure, I intend to
have us keep on the way we are!"

She emphasized her point by placing her mouth over mine
and kissing me, her tongue darting out to meet mine.
I kissed back as her hand found my penis and her fingers
tighten around its base.  Her lips left mine and moved
downwards to encircle the head of my cock.  I held her
head as she commenced blowing me, forgetting about her
new boyfriend - forgetting everything but the waves of
pleasure I felt her giving me.

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Amanda brought him home for dinner two weeks later.  My
sister had been right.  I did like him when I met him.
His name was Paul Cartwright and he was impressive.  He
was six-foot-six, half a head taller that my sister and
me, and had the muscular build of an athlete - not bulky
like a football linebacker, but wiry, reflecting the fact
that he was a gymnast.  He couldn't be called anything but
handsome - deeply tanned with dark, almost black hair that
contrasted starkly with the natural blondness of Amanda as
she hung on his arm.  But looks aren't everything - what
impressed me most was his personality.  He seemed to be
totally unpretentious.  He smiled easily and was quick
with a laugh or to offer a joke of his own.  And when he
looked at my sister there was a light in his eyes.
You could see how much he delighted in her.

Mom went ga-ga over him.  Even Dad, who could be a very
protective parent where Amanda was concerned, seemed to
like him.  Listening to Dad interrogate him, I found out
that he could swim, water ski, hunt, fish, hang glide, and
parachute.  About the only thing he didn't seem capable of
was walking on water, and I wouldn't have bet against him
on that score either.  I had to hand it to Amanda.
She seemed to have chosen well.  I couldn't help feeling
that the days of my sharing her bed were numbered.

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End of Chapter 5 of "Amanda, My Sibling"

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