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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Amanda, My Sibling - 09 of 15  - Chap. 6 (MF, cons, inc, oral, toys)
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AMANDA, MY SIBLING Chapter 6 (MF, cons, inc, oral, toys).
By Bernard Sagon
Copyright (c) 2004 - all rights reserved.

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This is Chapter 6 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
at this time.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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This is a copyrighted work of fiction and the author
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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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Chapter 6:

As I've said before, the wise man once said, "All good
things must come to an end."  And so it was with my sister
and me.  The physical aspects of our relationship began
winding down.  It wasn't anyone's fault - it wasn't even
anything either one of us had any control over.  We still
fucked each other's brains out whenever we got together
alone, and Amanda still remained the best sex partner
I had ever had.  But the change was definitely there.
I could tell I was no longer the exclusive - or even the
primary - focus of her desire.  She was falling in love -
falling head over heels in love - with Paul.  And although
my sister and I remained as lovers, I could feel the
difference in our couplings.  The old frantic need for
closeness; the intense demand for acceptance that had
once dominated my sister's surrender of her body to my
every whim was no longer operational.  What sex did occur
between us was soon almost casual - incest became almost
an incidental part of our sibling relationship.

And in a funny way, I was glad.

I couldn't help but look on my sister's movement toward
intimacy with someone other than me as a healthy thing.
As enjoyable as our sibling affair had always been and
still continued to be, I knew that it would ultimately
have become a bad thing if we tried to remain locked in
it instead of moving forward.  Maybe when we had first
become lovers I had been the most that Amanda could
handle at the time (considering all that she had been
through and all the emotional baggage she was burdened
with).  She knew I loved her for herself - that I felt
a lot more toward her than just a desire to get inside
her panties.  But that had been then.  Now I honestly
wanted more for her - I wanted better for her than
I would ever be able to give her.  There wasn't any real
future in the incestuous relationship that we shared.
I understood that fact and, at least in my rational
mind, I was ready to let her go.

I could see the end coming before it actually arrived.
Amanda was spending most of her free time with Paul now.
Even her "keeping in touch" weekends were different.
Although she tried to schedule her visits home for
weekends when her boyfriend's gymnastic team was in
competition out-of-state, she found that doing so wasn't
always possible.  So, as often as not, my sister found her
at-home weekends interrupted by Saturday dates with her
boyfriend instead of engaged in trysts with me.  I found
myself not getting any for extended stretches of time,
which was rather hard to take after having become
accustomed to regularly and frequently getting it on with
my sister over the previous two years.  Now it was Paul
who was putting it to her regularly while I stood on the
sidelines.

Finally the day I had been expecting arrived.  Another
"keeping in touch" weekend was upon us, and as I hung in
my bedroom that Friday, hoping against hope that Amanda
might arrive home early like she used to, I was surprised
by the sound of a car door slamming outside.  My curiosity
aroused, I got up and looked out my bedroom window and saw
my sister's little red Honda parked in the driveway.

"Well, Well...," I thought to myself.  This looked
promising.

I restrained myself as I heard her enter the house, climb
the stairs, and pass my doorway as she headed toward her
bedroom farther down the hall.  We DID have a set routine.
I decided to see if she planned on following it.

That soon proved to be her intention.  Barely five minutes
had passed before there was a soft knock on my door.
If it had been anyone other than my sister I would have
just shouted "It's open", but in this case, where I was
anticipating some wild sibling sex, it was worth the
effort to let her in myself.

Swinging the door open, I was delighted to find myself
facing Amanda, who was stark naked save for a pair of
black elastic-top nylons and red high-heel pumps.
That was how she had presented herself to me, with one
new addition - one little set of new toys.  Decorating
her breasts, a fine metal chain joining them, was a pair
of nipple clamps, firmly attached.  Her nipples were
swollen and discolored, taking on an angry red in response
to the pressure from the cold hard metal fastened to them.
Just the sight of her abused breasts caused me to start
to harden.

During the next forty minutes, it was almost like back in
the old days when I had my sister's body all to myself.
We screwed each other silly.  She undressed me, dropped to
her knees and commenced to suck me to hardness.  Pushing
me onto my bed, she swung one leg over me, straddling my
face and presenting her slit for my hungry lips to ravage.
I was happy to take up her unspoken invitation.  I ate her
out while she continued to blow me, her fingers clamping
down around the base of my cock and preventing me from
cumming as she presented me with the expert ministrations
of her lips and tongue.  She licked up and down the length
of my shaft.  She sucked first one ball, than the other,
then both of them into her mouth as she rolled them with
her tongue.

It didn't take much of this before I was wild with the
desire to replace the tongue I was thrusting in and out of
my sisters dripping vagina with another part of my
anatomy.  Still, I knew my time would come.  In the
meantime, I started sucking at Amanda's clitoris, quickly
arousing her almost to orgasm before I tightened my grip
on the metal chain between her breasts, pulling the champs
from my sister's abused nipples.  This pushed her over the
edge, drawing a whimpering, almost sobbing climax from
her.  I switched back to licking along the full length of
her slit as she finished cumming.  For the next ten minutes
her hips echoed the rhythm of my tongue thrusts into her.
Once more fully aroused, she pulled her cunt from my face
and shifted position so that she was face-to-face with me.
Straddling my hips, she reached between us for my rigid
cock, running it between her pussy lips several times to
lubricate its head with her secretions before rising up and
sliding back over it as it entered the fiery heat of her
aroused sex.  She let out a gurgling sigh as she sank onto
the invader between her legs.

My sister rode my hardness, sliding herself over the
length of my erection while she clung greedily to my body.
Her breasts flattened against my chest as her arms
tightened her grip on me.  We kissed as we fucked, her
tongue dueling within my mouth with mine.  I knew she
could taste herself as she licked her pussy secretions
from my lips.  This had always been a turn-on for her in
our past sex games, and this time was no exception.  She
was rapidly approaching her climax, with me following
right behind her.  A pinkish sexual flush spread across
her neck, shoulders, and breasts.  Her nipples became
hardened points rubbing across the hair of my chest.

A banshee wail arose in the back of her throat, becoming
louder as her orgasm washed over her, her vagina clamping
and releasing around my thrusting penis.

I joined her in a climax of my own, the feeling of my
semen spurting into her made even more intense by my
sister's earlier prevention of any release while she blew
me.  The pent-up pressure now broke through, causing me
to pour cum into her sweet snatch.  I filled her until our
combined juices leaked back along my upward-pointing prick
and then from her vagina, matting my pubic hair and running
down along her inner thighs.

Her own climax over, Amanda collapsed onto me.  That's how
she remained for some time, laying atop me, still
straddling my hips, her pussy still stuffed with my now
softening cock.  Finally, she rolled off of me to rest
beside me on the bed, her head on my shoulder.

"God, that was good, Ken," she proclaimed.  "I didn't think
I was ever going to stop cumming."

"Always glad to be of service, Sis," I assured her.  "You
know that."  I continued, "I thought the nipple clamps
were an interesting touch."

"Did you like them?" she inquired, interrogating me.

"Well, they were a definite turn-on,' I confessed.
"I'll have to admit that.  And you?"

"What do you think?" was her mildly sardonic reply.

"Well, you are a kinky little bitch.  I know how much a
little mild pain arouses you, so if I had to bet, I'd say
you enjoyed them immensely.  Am I right?  You came really
nicely when I pulled them off your nipples."

"You are right.  They hurt real good.  And I AM a kinky
little bitch - but only when I'm with you.  I don't act
this way around anyone else."

"Not even Paul?"

"Not even with him.  We've gotten a bit kinky together,
but not like this.  I don't want to push him too fast."

I had to ask.  "How kinky are we talking?  With Paul, I
mean."

"Well...," Amanda started, blushing.

"Yes?" I inquired, intrigued by the possibilities.

"He has done me in the ass several times."

"So it's not just 'my' ass anymore," I observed.
I continued to press her, "Anything else?"

"A little mild bondage.  That's about it."

"But nothing really kinky?"

"No, nothing REALLY kinky," she confirmed.  "No tying me
spread-eagle to the bed with a fat vibrator up my pussy
until I cum a dozen times then pulling that vibrator out
and shoving it up my ass and then fucking me while I cum
a few more times.  No laying me down in the bathtub and
pissing all over me and then letting me squat and piss
all over him in turn.  No heavy bondage.  No nipple
clamps.  No dripping of hot candle wax on my tits while
I'm blindfolded.  None of the stuff you've done with me."

I grinned at her answer.  There was that kinky side to our
relationship.  We HAD done all those things and more,
mostly at her insistence.  My sister definitely had a
masochistic streak within her makeup.

"So maybe you ought to let Paul know you're into pain."

"I am not into pain!" Amanda argued emphatically.  "Not
real pain anyway.  That's why I can get kinky with you.
I've always been able to trust you to not really hurt me.
And I expect to eventually have the same trust with Paul.
But until that day, I am going to miss playing my kinky
games with you."

"Why miss it?" I inquired.  "I'm still here when you need
me."

"No, you won't be," Amanda replied, shaking her head
softly.  "Not any more."

"Oh?' I replied, raising my eyebrows.

"Paul has asked me to marry him.  Formally, with a ring
and everything."

"And you've said?"

"What do you think?" she responded, acting like I had just
asked the stupidest question in the whole world.
"Of course I told him 'Yes'.  I love him."

I thought it best to let my sister know that I approved
of this series of developments.  "I figured this was
coming.  I guess that means our little affair is now
officially over?"

My sister confirmed my conclusion.  "This is the last time
we're ever going to be able to do this with each other,
Little Brother.  After this weekend, we'll have to act
like just normal siblings again.  No more kinky games.
No more fucking each other's brains out.  That's how it
has to be.  I can't be engaged to Paul and be screwing
you on the side."

"I know," I assured her.

"I'll be his completely after this weekend.  I told him
I wanted to tell Mom and Dad before I started wearing his
ring.  That means that we only have today and tomorrow
and that's all."

"Right...," I responded.  "Well, then Big Sister, we'll
just have to make the most of this one final fling."

My sister gave me that wicked grin she saved for her most
intimate moments with me.  "I can do that," she assured
me.  "In fact, I've already made some plans."

"Oh?" I answered, questioningly.  "What kind of plans?"

"You'll see tomorrow.  Now get up," she commanded, rolling
off of her side of the bed and pulling me to my feet after
her.  "We have to shower and get dressed.  It wouldn't do
to have Mom or Dad walking in on us together like this
just as we're about to end this little affair."

"You've got that right," I agreed, pulling her toward me,
my two hands cupping the cheeks of her ass as I pressed
her pubic mound into my own.  "And by the way,
congratulations.  I hope you'll both be very happy."

"We plan to," my sister assured me, rubbing her pussy
against my reawakening dick before wrapping her fingers
around it and leading me down the hall toward the shower.

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End of Chapter 6 of "Amanda, My Sibling"

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