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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Amanda, My Sibling - 10 of 15  - Chap. 7a (MF, rom, cons, inc, oral)
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AMANDA, MY SIBLING - Chapter 7a (MF, rom, cons, inc, oral).
By Bernard Sagon
Copyright (c) 2004 - all rights reserved.

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This is Part 1 of Chapter 7 of the sequel to my earlier
story "Sis On Tape".  As always, any comments and
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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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This story consists of a prologue, nine chapters, and an
epilogue.
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Chapter 7:

The last day of our affair was a day of surprises in the
Carson household.  Not saying a word, Amanda wore her
engagement ring to the supper table as we prepared to eat
prior to our parents leaving to play bridge.  She was the
last one to arrive at the table and, as Mom was talking
at the time, she just sat down and crossed her hands in
front of herself, the diamond on her finger in plain
sight, a shit-eating grin on her face.  For my part,
I decided to play dumb, pretending not to notice anything
different.  I wondered how long it would take before
either of our parents noticed.  The answer was not long
at all.

Mom was in the middle of a sentence when she went silent,
her eyes widening.  Then she shook her head, smiling.
"Well, just look at me," she said, "hogging the whole
conversation."  This last caused my father to look up, as
it was a complete departure from my mother's normal mode
of speech.  Mom continued, "Perhaps someone else might
have some news they want to tell us."  There was a pause.
"Amanda?"

Dad gazed at his daughter, trying to discover what was
going on.  I could see him react when he finally noticed
the engagement ring on her finger.

Amanda couldn't hold out any longer.  "Paul asked me to
marry him.  I told him I would."

Mom smiled at my sister's declaration.  "I'm so happy for
you.  I've been expecting this for a while now"

"I know," Amanda acknowledged.  "Paul told me that he had
asked you and Dad for my hand."

"He did, almost three weeks ago," our mother confirmed.
"I've been dying holding the news in."

That bit of information was news to me.  Paul must have
dropped by when I was out of the house.  Still, I wasn't
surprised.  Paul was the kind who would do things the
old fashioned way.  I decided to add my input to my
sister's announcement.

"Congratulations, Sis.  Can I have your room when you
move out?"

"Kenneth!" my mother admonished, although Amanda laughed
at my inquiry.

"Just kidding, Mom.  I'm really happy for her.  I like
Paul.  I think she's found herself a pretty good guy."

"Well, even so," our mother lectured, "you should be
nicer to your sister."

"I'll try, Mom," I said, smiling to myself.  Mom had no
idea just how nice I was planning to treat my sister as
soon as she and Dad were out of the house.

Mom turned her attention back to her daughter.  "So Dear,
have you chosen a date yet?"

Amanda nodded.  "Early in June.  Right after we graduate."

"Very good.  And have you thought about a guest list?
Do you know who you plan to invite?"

"Everybody," Amanda gushed.  "I want a big wedding."

I could see Dad roll his eyes.  He, after all, would be
footing the bill.  But he had the good sense and good
taste not to say anything.  Besides, I had talked to my
sister.  The big wedding thing was mostly for Mom - she
would be the one who would insist on inviting all the
family and friends of the bride and groom.

The upcoming nuptials remained the topic of conversation
up to the time our parents were to leave for their bridge
game at the Patterson's house.  Mom half-heartedly offered
to remain home and help Amanda start planning her guest
list, but Amanda insisted that Mom should not change her
plans.  The wedding wouldn't be happening for almost another
five months.  There was plenty of time to make preparations.

Mom didn't put up much of a fight.  Bridge on Saturdays
was such a part of Dad's and her routine that they
probably wouldn't know what to do with themselves if they
did have to stay home.  On top of that, after keeping
Paul's intentions secret for three weeks, I was sure she
was dying to tell everyone she knew, including the
Pattersons.  Amanda easily managed to cajole our parents
out the door.

I gave them several minutes to get out of the driveway,
and then checked through the sidelight next to the door.
Their car was nowhere in sight.  My sister and I were
alone together for one final incestuous encounter.

Amanda came up to me from behind, hugging me, her breasts
pressing softly against my back.  There was none of the
frantic lust that was sometimes there, like the time she
had given me her ass on my eighteenth birthday.  Instead,
we shared a quiet closeness - a gentle intimacy.

"Last time for us, Little Brother," she sighed wistfully.

"I hope so," I replied softly.

She raised her chin slightly.  "And that's supposed to
mean...?"

"Just that if we ever do this again in the future, that
will mean that you and Paul didn't make it.  I certainly
don't want that to happen.  I want the two of you to be
happy together."

"That's sweet, Kenneth." she responded, continuing the
hug.  Eventually she released me, allowing me to face her.
I took her hand, raising it to my eye level and turning
it to expose the diamond.

"Nice ring.  I'm surprised you waited this long to show
it."

"I wanted Mom and Dad to be the first to see it."

"It looks good on you," I observed.

Amanda's face went pink, blushing at the statement.

"Thank you.  I intend to wear it all the time starting
tomorrow.  But for tonight - for our last time together -
I plan on taking it off.  It wouldn't seem right to wear
it while I'm making love to you."  My sister admonished
me gently.  "Tonight I'm all yours, but this will be our
last time together as lovers.  Tomorrow I'll be Paul's."

I agreed with my sister.  "That's how it has to be.  That
is what I want for you, Amanda."

"Just don't waste what I'm offering you today.  I'll always
love you, Ken.  Let's make this last time special, like it
was the first time we did it."

I smiled wryly at her request.  "You don't have to convince
me.  I'll get the lights and get things set up."

Amanda shook her head in response.  "No.  This last time,
can we just make love?  No camera, no lights, no
videotape.  I want it to be just the two of us, like it
was the first time we made love to each other."

"Whatever you want, Big Sister."

She smiled softly at my response, then leaned in and
kissed me on the lips, sharing the gentle, almost shy
caress of her lips upon mine.  Then she took me by the
hand and led me through the living room and down the
hallway.  When we stopped, we were standing in front of
the door to our parents' bedroom.

"The Jacuzzi?" I inquired, catching on to my sister's
intentions.

She smiled wryly.  "I figured that our relationship has
come full circle.  Tomorrow we will have to be just
brother and sister again - maybe friends, but not
lovers.   So I think we should finish up here, back
where this whole affair began."

She pushed the door open into the bedroom and pulled me
through the opening.  On the right was our parent's
king-sized bed, with our mother's dressing table and
mirror next to it.  Along the rest of the wall adjacent
to the door was the room's closet with its mirrored
sliding doors.  The wall opposite us was furnished with
an armadore and a large chest of drawers.  The doorway
in that wall lead to my father's den - his inner
sanctum.  A large set of windows ran across most of
the wall above the bed.  The curtains were shut, as
usual - affording the room privacy while allowing the
light filtering through the fabric to softly illuminate
the room.  To our left, opposite the outer wall, in the
room's remaining wall was the door to the bedroom's
private bathroom, in whose whirlpool bath my sister and
I had first made love.

We moved to the foot of our parent's bed, just like we
had for that introductory session of sibling sex.
Amanda motioned for me to remain there, and moving to
the dressing table, removed the diamond from her finger
and placed it next to our mother's make-up case.
Symbolically she was once more mine, if only for
a few final hours.

Amanda kicked off her shoes and then, turning to me,
returned to where I had remained observing her.

"Undress me, Little Brother," she demanded.  "Make me
yours for one last night."

Her wish was my command.  I kicked off my own shoes and
moved toward her, taking hold of the pink cashmere sweater
she wore, the silky fabric almost as soft as the flesh it
covered.  Amanda lifted her arms for me, allowing me to
slip the sweater up over her head and then off of her
extended arms.  I dropped it on the mattress beside me.

I hesitated then, trying to decide what article of her
clothing to remove next.  I didn't hesitate long.
My sister's nipples, their rigidity discernable despite
the bra cups covering them, were irresistible targets.
I ran the forefingers of my two hands along the upper
margin of her bra, caressing the flesh visible above her
fabric-encased breasts.  Amanda sighed softly in response.
I continued this routine for several minutes, expanding
the extent of my movements to include the flesh beneath
the cotton and foam cups, carefully avoiding the hardened
nubs, teasing but not touching the aroused nipples.
Finally, having waited long enough, I turned my attention
to the hooks in the front, fastening the two cups
together.  Unfastening them, I slid my fingers beneath
the fabric of the cups, a full beautiful breast filling
each hand as the cups fell away to each side.  I felt my
sister's hardened nipples pressing against the palms of
my hands.  A look of intense satisfaction flickered across
my sister's face.  Slipping my fingers upward, I peeled
the straps of the bra off her shoulders, allowing it to
slip down her arms and drop to the floor.

I reached behind me and found the sweater I had dropped on
the bed.  Balling it up, I took the silky fabric and began
caressing Amanda with it, barely allowing the soft
material to touch her skin as I ran it teasingly across
her flesh.  The cashmere caressed her breasts, her erect
nipples, her arms and shoulders, the nape of her neck.
I continued my erotic massage, taking my time, arousing
her until she was ready to participate more fully in the
game.

While I gently stimulated her nipples, Amanda began to
unbutton my shirt, slipping it off me one arm and shoulder
at a time while I rubbed her, switching the cashmere from
one hand to the other as my shirt departed from my body.
Amanda retrieved the bunched up sweater from my hands,
then tugged my tee shirt from the waistband of my shorts
and pulled it over my head.  She then proceeded to assault
my nipples, kissing them, tonguing them, and even nibbling
at them.  The sensation was almost indescribable, as
Amanda was quite practiced at this nibbling technique.
I had no fear that she might bite me a bit too hard.  She
knew exactly what she was doing.  Indeed, on several
occasions she had even used her teeth to assault the head
of my dick the same way with no bad results.  A massive
orgasm had been the outcome every time.  This stimulation
to my nipples wasn't as intense as that, but it was still
wonderful.

The nibbling my sister was giving my nipples felt so good
that I decided to return the favor.  Pulling her mouth
from my own nipples, I took aim at her right nipple,
covering the aureole with my mouth, sucking at it while my
tongue lashed at the nipple. I then nibbled at the rigid
pyramid, barely running my teeth across the surface of her
flesh.  Amanda moaned - a moan of passion and pleasure.
I turned my attentions to her other nipple and repeated
the process.

Sliding my hands behind my sister's back and into the
waistband of her skirt, I unfastened the small hooks in
the back and lowered the zipper down along the crack of
her luscious ass.  The clingy material slid down over her
hips and fell into a heap on the floor, leaving her white
cotton panties as her only major remaining article of
clothing.  Amanda stepped out of the skirt.

While my hands continued their explorations, squeezing and
caressing my sibling's ass through the thin cotton fabric,
my oral actions traveled upward, moving from nipples to
upper breasts to the side of my sister's neck.

Nor was Amanda idle while I was kissing and caressing her.
Her delicate hands undid my belt and then unsnapped my
jeans and lowered my fly, relieving some of the restraint
on my straining cock.  The restraint was further relieved
when she pushed down on the denim waistband.  My jeans
descended past my knees.  I stepped out of them, just
as my sister had stepped from her skirt.

Once more into an embrace - this time with each of us
circling the other with our left arms while our right
hands held each other's crouch through our underwear.
Amanda caressed my hard-on with her fingers, occasionally
cradling my balls in her hand.  For my part, I cupped her
mound within my palm, my thumb making little circles over
the area of my sister's clit.  I could sense the heat of
her arousal. I could feel the moisture dampening the cotton
between her legs, causing it to begin to bunch up.  We held
these embraces for several minutes, stimulating one
another, kissing each other repeatedly.  We swapped
playful little kisses, tongues teasing, teeth nibbling,
lips flirting, until we finally broke slightly from one
another.  It was the moment of truth.

"Alright, Little Brother," my sister began, "ready for our
last time together?"

"I'm always ready for you," I responded.  "You know that."

"So," she continued, giggling, "shall we go out with a bang,
so to speak?"

I ignored the bad pun.  Continuing, I asked her "What did
you have in mind?"

Amanda gestured to the expanse of the king-sized bed beside
us.  "I want you to make love to me here, in this bed."

"Here?" I replied. "In THIS bed?  You want to have me make
love to you in our parent's bed?  Isn't that just a little
bit kinky?"

"But I LIKE kinky," Amanda declared conspiratorially.
"Besides, this is the only king-sized bed in the house as
well as the only one that you haven't fucked me in yet.
It will be the perfect playground for our grand finale."

"Well, if you insist," I agreed skeptically.  "I just hope
you know what your doing."

"We'll be fine.  Now give me a hand setting up."

I had no idea what my sister had in mind until she moved
to one side of the bed and started stripping the comforter
from it.  Catching her drift, I took the opposite side of
our parents' bed and removed the two pillows from the head
of the bed.  Amanda deposited the comforter in a heap in
the corner of the room, while I slipped the upper corner
of the fitted sheet from my side of the bed.  My sister
soon joined me in my task, slipping the fitted corner off
on her side and, with my help, rolling up the bed's sheets
and blanket into a loose bundle, which she added to the
pile being created by the comforter.  I added the two
pillows I was carrying to the rest of the bedclothes.

"All right," I quipped, "ready for takeoff."

"Not quite," my sister admonished me.  "You have one more
task to perform."

"Oh?  And what might that be?" I inquired.

"You have to turn the mattress.  I don't intend on leaving
behind any wet spots from our fun and games tonight."

That made sense to me.  Why risk detection this late in
the game, just as the final inning was about to be
played?  Still, there was at least one way to make the
task easier.

"Why now?" I asked.  "Can't we turn it over once we are
finished?"

"We are going to turn it BACK over after we are done,"
my sister informed me.  I want to leave the bed exactly
the same way we found it.  I don't want to leave behind
even the slightest clue of what happened here tonight
for Mom and Dad to discover."

I once more had to admire my sister's foresight when it
came to hiding the evidence of her dalliances with me
from our parents.  She was probably being overly cautious
this time, but as the old saying states, "Better safe
than sorry".

Surrendering to my sister's superior sense of planning -
or maybe her sneakier nature - I started sliding the
mattress off the foot end of the bed, lifting the end
I was holding up and pulling at my load until the head
end of the mattress had moved the length of the bed and
had dropped off the box spring onto the floor.
I straightened the mattress up so it now stood on end,
waiting to be flipped back onto the bed.

While I stood there catching my breath, my sister decided
she wanted to get playful.  From behind, Amanda slid both
of her hands into the waistband of my briefs, slipping
them down over my hips and toward the floor below, freeing
my cock.  Afraid that I would trip and fall on my face,
I stepped out of them.

I now returned my attention to the job at hand and tried
to ignore my sister.  Watching carefully to avoid having
the mattress hit any of the other furniture in the room,
I guided the mattress back over the box spring and pushed
it up and back into position.  I was glad that was done.
It's a bitch turning over a king-sized mattress by
yourself.  Though Amanda was not exactly resting on her
laurels or helping matters either.

This mattress maneuver had left me bent over the end of
the bed and at my sister's mercy.  She was quick to take
advantage of the situation.

"Just stay as you are, Little Brother," she cooed.
"I think you're going to enjoy this."

I did as she said.  I felt her place both hands on my hips
and then, unexpectedly, I felt her wet tongue licking at
the base of my spine, and then running down along the
crack of my ass until it reached my butthole, whereupon
my sister commenced performing analingus on me.
She had never done this to me before and I could hardly
believe how good it felt.  No wonder Amanda would always
end up dripping wet whenever I had given her a rim job.
My only regret was that she hadn't done this to me
sooner - that and the fact that this was the only time
I would ever experience this with her.

And then it got even better when she reached between my
legs and cradled my rapidly hardening dick in her hand
and began alternating the licking of her tongue between my
balls and the pucker of my ass.  She even took both my
balls into her mouth, tonguing them expertly before
finishing the rim job she had started giving me.
Her fingers clamped around the base of my cock, not
allowing me release while I groaned with pleasure at her
oral administrations.  I groaned even louder when she
ceased them.

"Don't stop now!" I begged.  "I'm about to cum."

"That's the reason I am stopping.  You don't want to cum
all over the bed," she informed me sternly.  She released
her handhold on my hardened penis.  "Besides, I'd like to
join the games now," she informed me, taking my hand and
slipping it into her panties, placing it against her
vulva.  "Feel how hot I am just thinking about your
tongue on my clit."

I ran my middle finger along her slit, feeling it becoming
coated with the moisture seeping from her vagina.  God,
she was wet, and we had hardly even begun any serious
foreplay.  She turned me to face her, one hand behind my
head to guide me as she pulled my lips over the hardened
nipple of her left breast.

I gave the rigid flesh the attention it deserved, licking
at it, sucking on it, scraping my teeth across its
sensitive surface.  I could feel my sister's nails dig
into me, signaling that she desired a little pain to
heighten her pleasure.  Unlike the previous tit worship
I had earlier performed as we had undressed, there would
be no gentleness this time.  This would be more like when
she had worn the nipple clamps the previous day.
I sucked hard on her erect nipple, causing it to redden as
Amanda's arousal increased.  When her aureole had achieved
a bright reddish hue, I switched to her right breast.
I removed my hands from her body long enough to grasp the
elastic waistband of her panties, sliding the white cotton
down past her knees before treating her remaining nipple
to the same assault her left one had received, causing it
to redden to match its twin.

"Oh, God, Ken.  Keep doing that.  That feels wonderful,"
she moaned, stepping out of the panties around her ankles.
"Hurt my nipples.  You make them hurt so good."

By now I had my fingers around her nipples - one hand for
each breast - alternating hard sucks between her swollen
peaks while pinching the nipple not being sucked hard
between my thumb and forefinger, keeping it in a swollen
reddened state.

Her nipples had become almost blood red in color by the
time she pushed me away, almost in tears as she said,
"Please, That's enough.  I can't stand it any more.
Make love to me now.  I think I'll die if you don't start
doing me."

We broke from my assault on her tits, separating slightly.
She pushed me back against the bed, causing me to sit.
I slide my ass up the mattress and lay back as Amanda
joined me, crawling up on the bed beside me.  I was now
laying at a diagonal across the bed with my sister on her
hands and knees next to me.  She gave me that wicked smile
she flashes at me when she's about to take me for a
workout, and turning, she arranged herself opposite me -
her head toward my feet and her knees next to my
shoulders.  She lifted the leg nearest me and straddled
me, lowering her dripping snatch onto my face, then
sliding her slit back and forth across my nose and
mouth, signaling her desire in case I was slow on the
uptake today.

I wasn't.  I snaked my tongue out into the trench of her
pussy, lapping at the juices dripping from her.  She was
so turned on by now that the flow was abundant, filling
my mouth with her musky taste.  She gave me a satisfied
sigh to signal her approval, and then returned the favor
by inhaling the head of my cock between her lips and into
the wet heat of her mouth.

We were in a hot sixty-nine with each other, her lips
engulfing me, my tongue licking from her asshole to her
sensitive clit.  Our parent's bed made the perfect
playground, allowing us the room to maneuver without arms,
legs, heads and other body parts extending over the edge.
Though we both had our mouths occupied, our hands were now
also a part of the festivities.  My hands were extended to
cradle Amanda's swaying tits, her nipples brushing across
the palms of my hands.  Meanwhile, her hands once more
circled the base of my cock, maintaining a tight grasp,
preventing me from cumming until Amanda was ready to let
me.  Her head bobbed, her lips sliding along the
spit-wetted length of my erection, keeping time to
the movements of my head between her thighs.

I was at my sister's mercy, and I knew it.  Amanda was not
going to allow me to cum until she had her own orgasm.
I concentrated my attentions almost exclusively to my
sister's clit, sucking on it gently while running the
surface of my tongue across it.  My sibling lover was now
moaning almost continuously, rocking her hips as I worked
her most sensitive spot, pushing her toward her sought
for release.

And then her orgasm was upon her.  She threw her head back,
unsheathing my cock from her mouth, and then buried her
face against my thigh as she let out a banshee wail.
Her whole body shook as I licked and sucked her pretty
pussy, lapping up the juices seeping from her vagina.
She shook again several more times before her release
was complete, while I continued my oral ministrations
even as she finally relaxed.

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First half of Chapter 7 of "Amanda, My Sibling"

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