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From: "Bernard Sagon" <bernard-sagon@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} (RP) Sis On Tape - 1 of 4 (mF, Voy, Inc)
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<RP>"Sis On Tape" by Bernard Sagon 1/4 (mF, Voy, Inc)


I hope you all enjoy this story and it's sequel "Amanda, My
Sibling".  I am reposting it for readers of the second work who
are unfamilar with the the earlier events in Kenneth and Amanda's
relationship.  It remains essentially unchanged from when it was
originally posted, with only minor spelling and grammer corrections.
As always, any comments and criticism from those readers interested
enough to write will be greatly appreciated.  Please sent 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 newsgroup will be answered within the
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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
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SIS ON TAPE
By Bernard Sagon.
Copyright 1999 - all rights reserved.
(Part 1 of 4)

The day did not start out at all well.  I was in my third class -
algebra - when the first signs of queasiness hit me.  It wasn't too
bad at first.  Just a mild discomfort in my gut.  I tried to push
the feeling aside and concentrate on the problem Miss Killey was
illustrating on the blackboard.  Or more precisely, I tried to
return my attention to the sway of Miss Killey's tight little ass as
she wrote the correct formula on the board.  She did have a
delightful ass.  It was, in my opinion, her best feature.  Not that
the rest of her was bad, either.  She was just a few years out of
college - a rather tall willowy blonde with moderate but firm tits,
cornflower blue eyes, and long legs.  She was definitely a first or
second mention whenever the conversation in the locker room turned
to "teachers you'd like to do it with".  I lusted after her
constantly.

The first stomach cramp hit me about five minutes after the
queasiness.  I knew then that I was in trouble.  The bile began to
rise in my throat and I swallowed hard to force it back down.
Everyone knew there was a new strain of stomach flu going through
the school.  Although over half of the students had gotten it
already, I had hoped that it would die out before it got to me.  It
appeared that I was going to have no such luck.  I raised my hand.

"Miss Killey... "

She turned around and scanned the class, picking up my hand waving.

"Yes, Kenneth.  Can I help you?"

I felt the start of a second stomach cramp.  "Can I go to the
nurse's office please.  I think I'm going to be sick."

"Nothing serious, I hope," she said sympathetically.

"I think I'm getting stomach flu."

"Oh... " she responded, knowing what that meant.  "I'll get you a
hall pass."

She was walking back to her desk when the third cramp hit me.  It
was a major one.  My stomach heaved and I lost it.  Vomit began
rising in my throat.  I clamped my mouth shut and looked around in
panic.  The waste basket in the corner caught my eye.  I made a mad
dash for it.

I almost made it.  Vomit began spewing from the corners of my mouth
as I tried to stick my head in the waste can's opening.  Most of the
resulting explosion was contained within, except for a small trickle
that ran down the outside of the can.  I proceeded to embarrass
myself, puking my guts out before the entire class.  The smell was
awful.

"Gross!"  one of the girls said.

"Gross indeed... " I thought as my tortured stomach clinched, trying
to force me to overflow the container before me.  Fortunately, my
stomach eventually emptied itself, its former contents flooding the
waste basket.  Unfortunately, the spasms didn't stop - I was now
suffering from dry heaves.

Yes, the day did not start out at all well.

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


Eventually the cramps died down enough for me make the trip to the
school nurse's office.  Miss Killey gave me a hall pass and a
janitor was summoned to clean up the mess I had left behind.  I
waited in the outer office of the high school's health center,
fighting off further attacks of the dry heaves.  Mrs. Collins, the
health center secretary, finally took notice of me.

"There's a drinking fountain in the hallway.  You might want to try
drinking some water.  You'll hurt less that way if the contractions
come back."

I thanked her and made a beeline for the fountain.  I drank slowly,
not wanting to trigger another explosion but seeking to get
SOMETHING in my stomach to prevent the dry heaves if I did get sick
again.

When I returned, I found that Mrs. Collins had gotten up and pulled
something out of the metal cabinet next to the door.  She handed me
about five paper objects.

"Here, you might need these," she said.

I look at the objects in question.  They were plastic lined bags,
like the air sickness bags the airlines use.  They even had the same
closures on the top.  I carefully unfolded one in case I had to use
it.

It must have been a good twenty minutes before the nurse called me
in.  It was a good thing I wasn't bleeding to death.  I would have
been bled dry during the time they took before seeing me.  While I
was with the nurse I was poked and prodded, my temperature was taken,
and although I had driven to school that day and insisted I could
get home fine on my own, my mother was called at the County First
Bank, where she is a teller.  Having received Mom's permission for
me to drive myself home, the nurse finally declared me sick enough
to be dismissed.  I nearly threw up on her desk in thanks.

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

I arrived back at my parents house only to find that there was no
room for me in the driveway.  Blocking the left side was a bright
red Honda Accord that I was only too familiar with.  It was my older
sister Amanda's car and had long been a bone of contention between
us.  Dad had GIVEN it to her on her eighteenth birthday.  Of course
it was used, but it had only had twenty thousand miles on the
odometer.  But when it became my turn to get a license I was told
that it would be MY responsibility to earn the money for a car.  So
my sister got to travel in style at no cost while I ended up in a
shitbox ten year old Ford Escort.  Life just wasn't fair.

The other vehicle was one I had never seen before.  It was a brand
new Dodge Durango - an SUV, the yuppie vehicle of the nineties.  You
know the type: automatic transmission, leather seats, a music system
that would out-shine Carnegie Hall.  You would be ashamed to refer
to it as a truck.  I wondered who it might be that was keeping me
from parking in my own driveway.

I ended up having to park several houses down on the street.
Returning to the driveway I checked out the unfamiliar Dodge.  It
was exactly as I had guessed.  The closest that thing ever got to
off-road was probably the parking lot of the local 7-11.  But I did
note one interesting little detail.  Just like on my sister's car,
it had a sticker in the lower left corner of the rear window.  My
sister's was red on white and said "Alister College Dormitory
Parking" followed by a number.  The one on the Dodge was light green
with black lettering and said "Alister College Reserved Parking -
FACULITY".  Interesting.  My sister must be entertaining one of her
teachers.

I entered the house quietly, not wanting to disturb my sister and
whoever her guest was.  Amanda and I did not always get along very
well and I did not want to upset her, particularly in front of a
guest.  I would never hear the end of it.  Still, I was a bit
pissed myself.  I was hardly feeling well - the stomach cramps were
still there in the background - and had been forced to park on the
street because of her.  She wasn't supposed to be here.  She should
have been at her dorm.

I headed for my bedroom upstairs and was just negotiating the
landing when I heard the sounds.  They were indistinct, but I could
tell they were coming from somewhere ahead of me.  I continued up
the stairs slowly, listening carefully.  The sounds were coming from
the right - from the direction of my sister's room.  I cautiously
poked my head around the corner.  The sight that greeted me was a
stunner.

My sister WAS entertaining a member of her college's faculty - a
male member.  He was laying across the foot of Amanda's bed ,
shirtless, with his trousers and underwear down around his ankles.
My sister was on her knees in front of him wearing only a pair of
white bikini panties, her full breasts pressing against his thighs,
her mouth encircling the head of his erect penis.  My sister was
giving one of her teachers a blowjob!  That was why she was home
now, in the middle of the day.  Both our parents would be at work
and I should have been at school.  She must have thought she would
have the whole house to herself.  She hadn't even closed her bedroom
door.

I watched in stunned silence for several seconds while her head
bobbed up and down, her lips caressing the cock slipping in and out
of her mouth.  Finally I came to my senses, realizing that a once-in-
a-lifetime opportunity had just been handed to me.  I slipped back
around the corner and down the stairs, then headed directly for the
closet in my parent's room.  I found what I wanted with no trouble
at all.  Pulling the leather case down, I set it on the bed and
opened the cover.  There in all its glory was an eight millimeter
video camcorder.  My mother had thought it was too expensive for us,
but its purchase date had been just before my sister's high school
graduation and Dad had indulged himself.  I turned it on.  A quick
peak at the battery indicator showed it had about 3/4 of a charge -
more than enough for what I needed.  I popped the tape from the
camcorder out and, removing one of the unused tapes from the case's
front pocket, installed a new tape into the system.

My sister was about to become a movie star!

I retraced my steps back to the upstairs hallway.  Things had
progressed while I had been gone.  The gentleman's shoes had
disappeared and his clothing was no longer around his ankles.  In
fact, he was now as naked as a jay bird, and my sister was just as
unencumbered.  They were both on the bed now, with her on her knees,
her thighs straddling his head while her mouth once more encircled
his cock.  Her partner's mouth was equally busy.  He was eating her
out, and from the way Amanda was mashing her pussy against his face,
she was having the time of her life.  I started the camera, holding
it as steady as I could while zooming in on the hot action.  My
sister was taking in the whole length of his cock now, deep
throating him on each down-stroke of her head.

"Mmmmmm... " she moaned, her lips maintained tightly around his cock.

Her partner broke for air, answering her moan.  "Oh God, Amanda!
You do that so well.  I don't know if I can last."

She lifted her head from his crotch.  "Don't stop!  Keep eating me.
I'm about to cum."  Her mouth returned to his penis.

"I'm there with you.  Cum with me.  Cum all over my face," he gasped,
then attacked her open cunt with a vengeance.

Her movements became jerky as the big "O" hit her.  She slammed her
mouth down hard, encircling the base of his cock as he joined her.
And I was there with my camera, capturing it all in living color.
The camera saw everything - the tremors that shook her body, the
frantic thrust of his hips as he unloaded in her mouth, his fingers
digging into her ass as he held on for dear life while sucking on
her clit, and finally the overflow of his cum from my sisters mouth
as she lifted her head to breath again.

"God, Amanda.  That was wonderful.  I feel like you sucked me dry."

She rolled off of him, ending on the side of the bed away from the
bedroom door.

"Better than your wife?" she queried, licking a dribble of cum from
her lower lip.

"You must be kidding.  She'll hardly even look at it, let alone suck
it."

"Too bad." my sister replied in sympathy.  "You've got a nice one.
She doesn't know what she's missing."

I picked up on this exchange immediately.  Well, well.  My sister
was doing a married man.  One of her professors no less.  This just
kept getting better and better.  I took the time to examine the
scene now that the action had died down.  The professor (that's how
I thought of him) looked about thirty-five, in good shape physically
and with just the slightest stomach fat showing.  He had all his
hair, and showed a bit of gray around his temples - the type that
makes a man look distinguished, not old.  I would have judged him to
be relatively handsome, not that I'm any kind of expert on the
subject.  Still, I could see why my sister would be attracted to him.

Looking at my naked sister, I had absolutely no doubt about why he
would be attracted to her.  Amanda was hot!  She was tall - as tall
as I am, five foot eleven.  Large cushiony breasts stood out from
her chest, with prominent nipples rising from silver dollar sized
aureole and only the slightest bit of sag (think of Christy Canyon
in her prime).  Her hair was naturally blonde, with golden tresses
falling to her shoulders.  Even her pubic hair, which I had never
seen before, was honey blonde.  Her figure was to die for, with a
narrow waist and wide hips leading into long legs that looked like
they could wrap around you like a boa.  She had starred in several
of my masturbation fantasies despite the fact that she was my sister
and that we could hardly be said to even like each other.  She was
that good looking.

I kept the camera going, having zoomed back out during this break in
the action.  I was hoping for an encore performance.  I was not to
be disappointed.

My sister and her male friend began kissing each other.  The kisses
were soft at first, but soon progressed to a more insistent level.
Amanda began lapping the professor's face, licking where her juices
had dried, obviously enjoying the taste of herself on his lips and
cheeks.  Her hand circled his penis while she gave his face a tongue
bath, stroking his cock softly as he began to stiffen in response.
She traveled downward with her wet kisses, moving down his neck and
across his chest where she tongued his small aureole and nibbled
lightly on his nipples.  The professor became noticeably more erect
as she did this.  The kisses then continued south once more, across
his stomach and into the tangle of his pubic hair.  Finally, her
lips were traveling over his cock and balls, her tongue caressing
his stiffness.  But she didn't take the sensitive head of his cock
into her mouth.  She had another orifice in mind for that.

Amanda rose to her knees facing the professor and, swinging her leg
over his hips, she straddled him as I zoomed the camera in.  Her
hips rose as she reached down between her legs and positioned his
manhood at the entrance of her vagina.  Slowly, she slid down over
his cock, engulfing him within her warm wetness.

"Oh, I love your cock inside me" she sighed.

She started to move, rocking her pelvis as she started rising and
lowering herself on her lover.  His hips began moving in counterpoint
to hers, thrusting upwards as she lowered her pussy over his cock,
withdrawing as she rose from him.  Soft liquid sounds came from their
joined centers as they thrust and counter-thrusted, their fever
rising, their movements becoming more and more abandoned.

The professor was kneading her tits now, rolling her hardened
nipples with his thumbs.  He called out to her, commanding her.
"Oh, Jesus Baby!!  Ride me hard.  Fuck my brains out!!"

Amanda responded by leaning back, placing her hands on his knees as
she increased the height of her bounces.  "I'm doing it, Lover.  Cum
in me.  I want you to.  Juice me good."

The camera caught every subtle change.  A pink flush spread over
Amanda's abdomen, across her swaying breasts and up to her shoulders
and neck.  It was like a rash, a sign of her arousal, a sexual blush
at the wantonness of her passion.  The angle gave the camera a
perfect view of her spread pussy lips and erect clitoris.  The
professor's cock stroked in and out of her vagina, until finally
neither of them could hold back any longer.

"OH FUCK!!!  OH GOD!!!  I"M CUMMING...  MAKE ME CUM...  SHOT IN ME...
I WANT IT NOW!!!"

The professor was right there with her.  He pushed himself into her
as far as he could and stiffened, a tremor going through his body.
"Oh Baby, take it... Take it all...  Milk my cock!"

He repeated again, almost pulling out of her pussy and then slamming
back in and holding as another spray of cum entered her dripping
cunt.  He fired a third shot, then a fourth.  Finally he relaxed,
his softening penis slipping from Amanda's overflowing cunt.  Their
mixed juices dribbled from her still open pussy, dripping on his
cock and balls.  A thin stream of cum ran down her inner thigh.
I could see every detail in the viewfinder as the evidence of their
illicit union pooled in his pubic hair.

Amanda finally ended up sitting on the professor's thighs before
leaning forward and collapsing onto his chest.  I performed a slow
zoom-out until the camera's image was that of two sweat covered
body's, their passion spent, framed by the bedroom door.  The
curtained windows even backlit the couple, Amanda's body and rounded
ass silhouetted like she was in an Art film.  Damn nice!  Cecil B.
DeMille would have been proud.

I bailed out before either of them returned to an awareness of their
surroundings.  The video camera went back into my parent's closet,
minus one very interesting videotape, which took up residence in my
pocket.  I slipped out the back door and worked my way back to my
car, which I started and drove around the block, parking at the end
of the side street where I could just see the vehicles in my
driveway without my own car being seen.  Then I waited.

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

It was fortunate that I didn't have to wait very long.  My stomach
cramps, which I had forgotten about during my sister's performance,
had decided to reappear, and I feared I would have to abandon my
surveillance.  Suddenly the professor made his appearance from the
garage.  He gave a quick glance left and right, then moved out
briskly to his SUV, casually enough to avoid arousing suspicion, but
with no wasted movement.  I wondered how many times and with how
many students he had done this before.  Oh well.  My sister was a
big girl now.  She would have to live with her decisions.

I had hoped to be able to wait my sister out before my stomach
cramps became irresistible, but alas, that was not to be.  I once
more felt the bile rising in my throat, and barely had time to
deploy one of the plastic-lined bags I had been given.  I thanked
whatever gods there might be for the water I had so carefully
swallowed earlier - at least I was spared a repeat of the dry
heaves.  When everything was over I was left with a hollow feeling
and a paper bag half full of a watery mess I had no desire to keep.
Sealing the bag tight, I started my engine and headed off to find a
suitable disposal site, ending up at one of the dumpsters behind the
local burger joint.  By the time I returned home Amanda and her
little red car had left.  She had gotten away scot-free.  Or so she
thought.

I pulled into the driveway and re-entered the house.  As I finally
headed for bed, I felt torn between feelings of nausea from my
illness and elation over the videotape in my pocket.  I had always
wanted to get the upper hand over my smart-ass sister.  She had
traded on the fact that she was my parent's favorite for as long as
I could remember.  They acted as if butter wouldn't melt in her
mouth.  Little Miss Perfect!  And ever since she had started junior
high school she had treated me like shit.  Now all that was about to
change.  Little did she know just how much the center of power
between us had shifted.  And it was all because of a little porno
tape I owned - a tape staring her.  It had to be the best porno tape
in the world.  And the feeling of power it gave me was the best
fucking feeling I'd ever felt in my life.

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

By Friday, the next day, I was feeling much better.  I was
no fool though.  Using my bout with stomach flu as an
excuse, and faking continued mild nausea, I managed to score
an additional day off from school before the weekend.  Even
my mother, having been called at work the previous day, was
willing to gave me the benefit of the doubt for once.  I
needed some time free with my parents out of the house while
I considered my options and made plans.  And I had a very
special movie I wanted to review.

"Now you're sure you don't want anything to eat before I go,
Kenneth?" my mother fretted, hovering over me like a hen
with one of her chicks.

"No Mom.  I don't have much of an appetite" I said.  I knew
this would convince her that I was truly ill.  I was usually
always hungry.

"Well, if you feel hungry later, there's plenty in the
fridge" she continued.  "You can make yourself something."

"I don't think so Mom, but thanks anyway" I lied.  I was
hungry enough to eat a horse, and planned to start stuffing
myself as soon as her car left the driveway.

"Are you sure you'll be OK?"  she finished.  "I've got to
get going now."

"I'll be fine Mom.  I'm seventeen years old.  I can take
care of myself."

She gave me a look like she doubted my assertion, but
finally turned to leave.

"You can call me if you have any problems.  I'm sure the
bank won't mind."

"I know Mom.  Have a good day at work."

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