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AMANDA, MY SIBLING - Epilogue Part a (MF, rom, cons, oral, preg, first).
By Bernard Sagon
Copyright (c) 2004 - all rights reserved.

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This is Part 1 of the completion of the sequel to my
earlier story "Sis On Tape".  As always, any comments
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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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contains sexually explicit adult material.  If you are not
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This story consists of a prologue, nine chapters, and an
epilogue.
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Epilogue:

I enjoyed the tactile sensation of my sister's naked flesh
beneath my fingers.  It had been a long time since I had
last caressed her like this.  Three years had passed since
my sister and I had last made love, two and a half since
she had become Mrs. Cartright.  Now I was home from college
for the weekend specifically because she and Paul were
visiting.

If my parents or her husband could see us they would
probably disapprove, even though none of them would have
even a spark of an idea of what we had once been - of
what had once gone on between us.  And though Amanda was
in my old bedroom semi-nude, it wasn't like we were about
to renew the incestuous relationship we had once had.
Instead she sat on the foot of my bed in a pair of white
cotton panties, a bath towel covering her ripe breasts and
the front of her body.  She had just finished a shower and
was now getting a neck massage - reclaiming the use of a
skill that she had taught me during the days when we had
been lovers; a skill I now used to relieve the ache in her
neck, shoulders, and back that the pull of her body and
the baby growing within her was causing.  She was
beautifully and gloriously into her eighth month of
pregnancy, her swelling abdomen barely hidden by the
towel she held.  Her breasts, ample when she wasn't
pregnant, must have increased from her normal 36D to
38DD, and the nipples, preparing for the day a infant
would suckle from them, were as large as I had ever
seen them, their shape discernable even through the
terrycloth curtaining them.

"Oooo.... Oh God, Ken.  That feels so good." Amanda cooed.

"Always glad to be of service." I replied, kneading the
knots out of her neck.

"Just keep doing what you're doing.  You're making me feel
so much better." she sighed.

"How about now?" I teased, slipping my fingers down across
the sides of her swollen mammaries for just a second.

"Now stop that.  You don't own those anymore, you know."

"Bummer!" I retorted with a laugh.

Amanda responded with a laugh of her own.  "And stop
pressing your hard-on into my back like that.  That's not
the way BROTHERS are supposed to act."

I feigned indignation.  "I am not pressing my hard-on
into you.  You're the one who keeps leaning back against
me.  That's not the way SISTERS are supposed to act."

"Point taken," she agreed, her laughter continuing.
"Still, you are a pervert, Kenneth."

I chuckled.  "And what makes you say that?"

"You know EXACTLY what makes me say that!" she shot back
at me.  "You're getting all excited over touching your
pregnant sister.  Doesn't that strike you as being just
a little warped?"

"Which part?" I retorted.  "The pregnant part or the
sister part?  Because if you're talking about the
pregnant part, there's nothing perverted about it.
Pregnant women are a real turn-on.  It's just simple
biology."

"Really?" Amanda said, amused.  "What makes you say
that?"

"Just think about it, Sis." I said, taking on the role of
lecturer.  "The whole goal of sex for the male is to pass
on his genetic heritage, so when he sees a woman swollen
up in pregnancy like you are - a woman who is obviously
fertile - then what else can you expect him to do but to
be turned on by her.  It's just evolution in action."

My sister pondered the information I had given her.
"You might have a point there," she conceded.  "Paul
seems to be turned on all the time ever since I began to
show.  I thought he would see me as fat and not be
interested in sex, but that doesn't seem to be the case."
Amanda blushed a deep shade of pink.  "In fact, we seem
to make love more now than we did before I became this
way.  Which is just as well, since I seem to be horny
ALL the time."

I smiled at my sister's candid admission.  "That's just
hormones at work in your case.  But as for your husband,
take my word," I assured her, "pregnant women are very
sexy."

"I'll keep that in mind." she answered, leaning her head
back as I continued massaging down across her shoulders.
She sighed softly.

I continued working her neck and shoulders for several
minutes until Amanda gave a sudden little yelp.

"What's wrong?" I inquired with concern.  "I didn't pinch
you, did I?"

"No," she replied softly.  "The baby just kicked me.
Here, give me your hand."

I did as she asked, placing my hand into her smaller
feminine one.  She brought it under the towel covering
her breasts, placing it on the rounded swelling of her
belly.

She positioned my hand.  "Right about there," she
instructed.  "Just wait a bit.  There's usually more
than one kick."

I only had to wait about fifteen seconds before I was
rewarded with the sensation of not another kick, but of
the movement of the baby's foot across the inner surface
her womb as it shifted position.  It was a completely new
experience for me - an intimacy as profound as but totally
different from the sexual one we had once shared.  Amanda
was reveling in the sensation of her baby moving within
her.  She had that glow - that aura of well-being that
pregnant women sometimes seem to radiate.

I had to comment.  "That must really be weird feeling that
movement inside you."

"Well, yes and no," she answered.  "Its different from
anything I had experienced before I became pregnant, but
I've only felt it happening gradually as the baby has
grown, so I'm used to it."

I felt a kick - a fairly sharp one.

"There's a good one," I told her.

"Like I might not have noticed?" she laughed.  "Did you
feel how strong that one was?  I can't even guess what
I'm going to be feeling in another month."

"You'll be fine," I assured her, cradling her in my arms,
both of my hands caressing her pregnant stomach.

We continued like that for several minutes, her snuggling
back against me with her head back against my shoulder,
my fingers touching her, feeling the occasional movements
within her womb.

"Is this what you do with your husband?" I queried.  "Have
him hold you while he feels his child within you?"

"Sometimes," she confirmed.  "Or sometimes I press myself
into his back at night and let him feel the movement
inside me."  She smiled, the glow upon her still.  "But
my favorite is when he lays his head on me while he
caresses the baby within me.  He says he can hear the
baby's heartbeat when he puts his ear on my tummy."

"That's sweet," I told her as I enjoyed our embrace.

We remained like that for several minutes before Amanda
reluctantly pulled away for me.

"I'd better get into some clothes before Mom and Dad get
home from work," she explained.

"Probably should," I agreed.

Amanda lowered the towel she had been holding as she rose
from the foot of the bed, allowing me a good look at her
semi-naked pregnant body.  She did so without embarrassment,
casual nudity between us remaining unremarkable after our
previous torrid affair.  She picked up the white terrycloth
robe she had left across the back of my chair.

I returned to more mundane concerns.  "So," I inquired,
"How is Paul doing lately?"

Amanda slipped her arms into her robe.  "Busy as always,"
she assured me.  "You know how it is every time Microsoft
releases a new version of Windows."

Actually, I didn't know, but I could imagine.  Amanda's
husband Paul was one of the three head programmers for a
small Silicon Valley software company that made security
and firewall software for the server market.  His job was
to find vulnerabilities in Windows and plug the security
holes.  Normally it is steady Monday to Friday work as
hackers are always finding new ways to trick and/or
attack the Windows family of operating systems, but when
a new Windows version or Service Pack comes out it
becomes sixteen hour days and seven days a week for weeks
at a time until the inevitable bugs are discovered and
fixes created.

"Sorry to hear that.  Will things be back to normal before
your due date arrives?"

"Long before that, I hope.  The hot fixes for the current
version are supposed to go out next week, and the new
version of the software should be on the market by the
end of the month, so we should be back to an almost normal
life at the beginning of my ninth month.  Don't worry.
Paul has promised me that he will be right there with me
in the delivery room when the baby arrives."

"I certainly hope so," I agreed.  "And what about your
job?  How is the advertising world treating you?"

"Really well.  I'm doing the artwork for a new vacation
website account, plus updating the graphics for several
of our previous accounts.  And I have a special little
project I'm working on.  There's this indie Hollywood
producer that has noticed some of my work.  I'll be doing
some storyboards for his next project.  The pay's shitty,
but it does get me into the movie business.  Should be fun
and I don't even have to quit my day job."

I was glad to hear that my sister and her husband were
successes.  Amanda had joined one of the larger L.A.
advertising firms as an apprentice and had advanced
rapidly, her raw talent propelling her along.  Although
her salary would never make her filthy rich (even with
performance bonuses), it was above average for someone
in her position and would only increase over time.  On
the other hand, her husband's salary (WITHOUT performance
bonuses) was twice Amanda's, and he probably already
possessed a half-million dollars worth of stock in a
company that had not only survived but also prospered
through the dot.com debacle (I guess plugging holes in
Microsoft's software remains a growth industry).  And if
the worst ever happened to his present employer, he would
still be all right.  Head programmers would always be in
demand - there just weren't that many people around like
Amanda's husband Paul who possessed the witchlike ability
to look at raw code and see the bugs in it BEFORE they
made their presence known in various unpleasant ways.
He would always have a job, and she would probably be a
junior partner in her firm in a couple years and a full
partner ten years after that.

"So what about this neck of the woods?" Amanda said.
"Anything interesting happening in your life?"

"Well, I ran into Sandy Morris the other day." I replied
casually.

My sister made the connection.  "The girl who took your
cherry?"

"The same," I affirmed.  "She got religion, you know.
Quit sleeping around."

"I hadn't heard that," Amanda commented.  "I wouldn't
have expected it of her.  So how is she doing?"

"Conversion seems to have taken in her case.  She's
married to one of the men in her church.  Even has a
baby girl now."

"That's nice," my sister sighed sympathetically.  "I'm
glad she found somebody.  There were enough other guys
around who treated her like shit."  My sister gave me
a pointed look, "And I'm including you as part of that
group."

I blushed, embarrassed at the memories of my own
callousness.  "Not my finest moment, I have to admit.
Still, I did have enough decency to feel guilty when
I dumped her.  I'm glad that she's happy."

"And what's happening with you, Little Brother?
How are you and Cindy doing lately?"

I had been expecting the conversation to turn to that
subject - it always did when my sister and I got
together.  Amazingly, and completely contrary to my own
expectations, Cindy and I had been going together for
almost the entire time since Amanda's wedding.  My sister
always displayed a kind of bemused sense of wonder at
this development.  Though she had been the first to see
the possibility, it wasn't something she would have
predicted would ever REALLY happen.

Neither Cindy nor I had gotten together looking for
anything permanent.  Maybe that was why we had hit it off
so well - because we had possessed no expectations toward
each other.  We had been under no pressure to get along or
make things work.  Hell, we had even gone out on dates
with other people, but when nothing had developed with
those others, we had always seemed to get back together -
two people between relationships killing time with each
other until someone else more suitable came along.  We had
both expected that that "someone more suitable" would
arrive for one or both of us within a relatively short
time.

Only "someone more suitable" had never shown up.

In the meantime, I had discovered that we meshed quite
well with each other.  We shared similar tastes in most
things - music, literature, movies - you name it.
We enjoyed doing the same things.  But primarily,
I enjoyed just being in her presence, spending time with
her, conversing with her, listening to her talk.  And she
seemed to feel the same way toward me.

Even so, I had never even realized how much was happening
between us until one day when Cindy asked me up to her
little apartment and, in an uncertain stumbling voice, had
confessed that she thought she might be falling in love
with me and had asked me how I felt toward her.  I had
seen fear in her eyes when she made this revelation.
She had seen all the reasons that a real relationship
between us might not work.  She was three years my
senior.  She was my sister Amanda's best friend.
During the entire time we had been going out with each
other we had never discussed any kind of commitment.
That hadn't been part of our relationship - or so I had
thought until confronted with Cindy's confession.

"Are you sure?" I had blurted out, and then had wanted to
kick myself almost immediately at the sheer stupidity of
the question.

"Yes...," she had replied, tears welling up in the
corners of he eyes.  I had been able to read her like a
book.  She had fully expected me to reject her overtures,
and had braced for the hurt she could feel was coming.

But she had STILL told me what she felt.  Cindy had taken
that risk.  It had to have been a big one.

Looking at her in that moment of vulnerability, I had
suddenly realized that this casual companion - this
stop-gap girlfriend that I had never really paid too
much attention to - was someone that I didn't want to
lose.  I had told her that.

I HADN'T told her that I loved her.  Her revelation had
been too sudden, too new.  I had found that I didn't know
exactly WHAT I felt and I hadn't wanted to lie to her.
Still, she had smiled at my response, not seeming to
notice that I hadn't said the words.  Instead, she had
hugged me, clinging to me, holding me tightly.

And though I hadn't said the words at that time,
everything between us became changed.  It had taken
only a very short time before I WAS thinking of Cindy
as my girlfriend.  I soon found myself imagining what
she would look like undressed, and this time it wasn't
the casual speculation that I had indulged in at Amanda's
wedding after Cindy had pressed up against me when we
danced.  This was much deeper - this time I wanted her -
wanted to make love to her.  I wanted to feel her body
pressed up against mine as she surrendered her very
essence to me.

I had also remembered my sister's warning - that I had
better not touch Cindy unless I was willing to commit to
her.  That sex was not going to be something casual for
her.  Amanda had warned me that if I ever told her
I wanted to sleep with her, I would HAVE to also be
saying to her that I was in love with her.  And my sister
had notified me sternly that if I were ever to say those
words, I had damn well better mean them.

I don't know why Amanda had looked at Cindy and me and
seen a possible pairing there.  I know I hadn't seen us
as a couple.  Maybe my sister had seen something we had
both missed.  Maybe she just knew both of us better than
we had known ourselves.  Or maybe it had been just
wishful thinking on her part - a hope she harbored but
didn't ever expect to see take place.  Whatever it was,
the unlikely possibility that my sister had foreseen had
come to pass.

It wasn't very long before I HAD said the words - that
I had informed Cindy of what I felt toward her - that
I had told her that I was in love with her.  It had been
shortly after THAT confession that we had first slept
together - and we had remained lovers since that time.
My sister had told me how things would be if Cindy and
I were to ever find ourselves sharing a bed.  And she
had come pretty damn close to predicting what Cindy and
I had become over the last year.

And I was almost certain that Amanda knew or had guessed
what had happened between Cindy and myself.

I responded to my sister's question.  "I wanted to talk
to you about that," I confided.  "I've kind of gotten
tired of Cindy being my girlfriend.  I think it's about
time to move on."

My sister stared at me with a shocked, stricken look upon
her face.  "You want to what?"

"I want to move on," I repeated dryly.  "It was nice
having Cindy as my girlfriend, but now I need something
else."

"You need something else?" my sister inquired, acting like
she couldn't quite comprehend my words.

"That's right," I affirmed.  "This girlfriend thing with
Cindy has been going on two and a half years now.  Is
there something wrong if I want things to be different?"

My sister looked at me harshly, her upset barely
contained.  "You want something different?  Do you have
any idea what that might do to Cindy?"

"I like to think I know how she'll react," I replied.
"I don't think you have to worry about her.  She'll be
alright."

"I don't think so, Kenneth." Amanda argued.  "I don't
think Cindy will be alright."  She looked at me intently,
holding me with her gaze.  "Do you remember what I told
you when you started dating her?"

I nodded my head in response to her question.
"I remember."

"I told you back then that you'd better treat her
carefully - that she was pretty frail and that you'd
better leave her alone unless you were ready to make a
commitment to her."

I protested to the implication of Amanda's statement.
"And I did.  I've been completely faithful.  There hasn't
been anyone else in my life these last two and a half
years."

Amanda was not satisfied with my answer.  She proceeded
to lecture me, "And there hasn't been anyone else in
Cindy's life EVER.  You were the first, in case you didn't
know."  My sister pressed the issue.  "Cindy is my best
friend, Kenneth.  Do you think she hasn't told me what she
feels?  She tells me EVERYTHING.  I even know when the
first time you two slept together was."

I blushed at that little piece of news.  "I thought that
was between just her and me," I said sheepishly.

"Well, maybe it should have been, but it wasn't," my
sister replied sharply.  "I know that you two have been
intimate with each other for over a year now.  I warned
you in the beginning that you'd better not take her
casually as your lover.  It certainly wasn't casual for
Cindy.  She's in love with you, Kenneth.  Hell, she
doesn't just love you.  She adores you.  She worships
the goddamn ground you walk on."

"Are you sure?" I asked, trying to suppress the elation
Amanda's words had caused me.

"I'm sure," my sister solemnly affirmed.  "It would just
kill Cindy if you broke up with her."

I lowered my gaze, quietly avoiding eye contact with my
sister.

I spoke softly to her, "Can I show you something, Amanda?
Something that will let you understand why I NEED to move
on?"

I could feel my sister's discomfort, but I knew she
wouldn't refuse me.  After all that we had been through -
all the confidences we had shared - she wasn't about to
turn away from me now.

"If you insist," she agreed reluctantly.

"I want you to understand," I explained softly.

She didn't reply.  Rising from where I sat on my bed,
I went to the top drawer of my computer desk and removed
a small cardboard box.  Placing it in her hands,
I continued, "You might want to examine this."

Amanda turned the box over in her hands, finally catching
a hint of the fact that there was far more happening here
than I had previously let on.  She glanced at me, and
then, turning her complete attention to the task at hand,
she removed the cover from the box and removed its
contents - a small case covered with Burgundy velvet.
She gave me another glance, and then opened the case to
reveal the treasure within - a half-caret diamond ring
in a solitaire setting.

My sister gave me an extremely annoyed look.  "You're an
asshole, Kenneth."

"Probably true," I had to agree.

"This is for Cindy, isn't it?" she continued.

Again I had to agree.  "If she'll have me."

The look my sister gave me could have burned holes in my
skin.  "I should kick your ass from here to next week for
leading me on like that," Amanda admonished me in a
pissed-off tone.  "I swear, sometimes your flair for the
dramatic just drives me up the wall."  Then, looking me
straight in the eyes, her expression softened.  "Still,
I'm going to forgive you this one time for Cindy's sake.
So congratulations - you're getting a very special person
in her - the best."

"So you think she'll accept?" I asked, pressing her.
I was pretty sure of what Cindy was going to say when
I asked, but that little bit of nervousness still
remained.  I wanted to hear encouragement from a source
other than my own wishful thinking.

"Do you really have to ask?" my sibling asked.  "I told
you that she loves you.  You have no idea how long she's
waited for you to ask her to marry you."

"Really?" I inquired, intrigued.  "You've never mentioned
this to me before."

"And I never would have if you hadn't shown me that you
had bought her a ring.  That was something she told me
in confidence - a private discussion between best
friends.  I know that she'll say 'Yes' when you ask."

I smiled at my sister's answer.  "That's encouraging."

"Just don't mention to her that I told you about the
things she's confided to me."

"Don't worry," I assured her, "your secrets are safe
with me."

"And we do have some secrets to hide, don't we?" Amanda
quipped, grinning.

I had to grin myself.  "That we do."  I continued, now
that my sister had given me an opening.  "Speaking of
secrets, I need to ask you a question."

"What kind of question?"

"The personal kind.  Do you remember the little mementoes
you left me when you got married?"

"Mementos?" she inquired, before the answer dawned upon
her.  "Oh..."

"You do remember?"

"You mean the videotapes?"

"The same."  I hesitated to ask the question.  "Would you
mind if I got rid of them?  It's not that I don't like them
or that I'm ashamed of what we did or anything.  It's just
that...," I continued, failing to find the words.  "Well,
you know... "

My sister looked at me with a smile and, interestingly, a
hint of relief on her face.  "You don't have to explain.
I understand.  I felt the same way when I married Paul.
That's why I left the tapes with you.  They were still
part of your life then, but not mine.  I was ready to
move on."

"That's it exactly" I agreed.  "I've moved on from them,
Sis.  In fact, I hardly ever look at them any more.
I still love you Amanda, and I love what we had back
then, but it's not like I'm going to be able to watch
them with Cindy, and if I have the choice of jerking off
while I watch us on video tape, or engaging in the real
thing with Cindy, you know which choice I'm going to make
every time."

"That's understandable," my sister agreed.  "Anyone would
choose being a participant over being just a watcher."

"Besides," I continued, "What I have with Cindy is a
different kind of love - as different as what you and
Paul have is from what we had together.  That's what
I want NOW."

Amanda was quick to second my desire.  "That's what you
should want.  You and Cindy belong together.  Even back
when we were fucking each other's brains out we knew that
what we had wouldn't last - that it wasn't the future.
This," she explained, placing both hands on her pregnant
stomach, "is the future.  You and Cindy getting married
is the future."

"So you don't mind if I destroy the tapes?"

"Mind?  You have got to be kidding!"  My sister looked at
me intently.  "Those tapes are dangerous, Kenneth.
They always have been.  I've never lied to my husband,
and he knows most of my secrets, but I've never told him
about the relationship we used to have, and I don't ever
intend to.  Those tapes are the one thing that could
possibly destroy my marriage were Paul to ever learn
of their existence.  And they would probably be just as
dangerous for you were Cindy to ever discover them.
I'll be glad to see them gone."

I smiled at my sister's reaction.  "I'm glad to see you
agree with my thinking on this.  Would you like to help
do the honors?  You were here at the creation of these
mementos.  It's only right you be there at their demise."




First half of Epilogue of "Amanda, My Sibling"

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