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Subject: {ASSM} The Apprentice Mesmerizer  part 3 (voy, incest, m/f, M/f, F/m)
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The Apprentice Mesmerizer
by Mandil



                                     PART 3 

That same evening, while Sandra was in the bathroom, I placed mother
into a trance once again. So as to test if she was completely under my
control, I ordered her to stand in the middle of the room. When I saw
that she immediately did this, I next told her to kneel on the carpet,
which she also did. I was then greatly relieved since I knew that she
would do everything that she was ordered.

I then told myself that the next time that I was going to put her into
a trance, I would implant a key word in her mind, just like I had done
with Sandra. I couldn't do that now since Sandra could come into the
room at any second, beside I needed time to think of a word that was
appropriate.

The following day was Wednesday, mother was again working the day
shift until five. I helped Sandra wash the dishes and after lunch we
went to sit in the living room as usual. Half an hour later I ordered
my sister into a trance and I told her to remove all of her clothes
except her panties. By now, she was getting used in showing her
half-naked body to me and she did so without any hesitation
whatsoever.

It thrilled me to see that she still had on the same cotton panties
with the half broken elastic band and the yellow circle on the crotch,
except now the yellow stain was even larger. I made her dance for a
while as I watched her bouncing breasts. After a few minutes of this,
I walked up to her and I began to dance with her while holding her
tightly in my arms.

Soon we had our lips glued together while my hands were occupied with
her readily available breasts. There were no doubt in my mind that she
could feel my erection pressing against her lower body. She even
pressed herself against me on a few occasions and I could actually
feel the heat of her body against the pulsating column of flesh in my
pants.

Then it happened. While we were kissing, I felt her hand on the front
of my pants. She closed and opened her hand over my pants a few times,
then she proceeded with both hands to undo the buttons. When she
succeeded, I felt her hand reach inside. I felt her hand crawling
beneath my underwear and she grabbed my erection firmly. For a minute
or so she did toy with my hardness as she explore ever part of it,
then all of a sudden, she pulled it out.

By then I was breathing very fast and my heart was knocking against my
ribs in anticipation. She began to press my cock with both of her
hands then her right hand closed in a tight grip around its
circumference and she proceeded to masturbate me.

I could tell that she had plenty of experience doing this sort of
thing, and I soon had to stop her since I was on the verge of coming
all over her eager hand.

After forcing her to release my erection, I loosened my belt and
dropped my pants to the floor. I then stepped out of them and I took
her into my arms. For long minutes we kept on dancing slowly , she in
panties only and I with my pants off while my cock stood out of my
underpants and pointing straight at her.

We must have look very peculiar as we held one another in a tight
embrace and slowly dancing to the music, they were now playing a slow
love song . As we slowly moved to the music I felt her fingers at the
waistband of my underpants as she tried to pull them down. With a
little help from me, they were soon off the same way that my pants had
gone a few minutes earlier. I was now completely naked with my
erection sticking out at a forty-five degree angle with my belly.

We kept on dancing as she held my cock tightly in her right hand while
her other hand was around my waist. As soon as the song ended on the
radio, I guided her to the sofa and we both sat and began to kiss. As
we did this, she once again began to pump my cock.

The pleasure that I experienced then is impossible to describe. The
thrill of having her hand on this most private part of my body as she
gave me this pleasure, was making me feel extremely aroused. To
accommodate her, I stretched myself on my back while she went on
masturbating me at an even faster rate. Her hand was moving at just
the right speed and her strokes were neither too long nor too short.
Yes, it was quite evident to me then that she knew exactly what she
was doing.

Gradually, I began to feel the pressure building deep in my balls,
which were being held tightly in her other hand. She must have felt
them begin to harden as they squeezed the accumulated a load of sperm
into the base of my cock. I could feel that she was opening and
closing her hand around them as if trying to force as much juice out
of them as possible. With her other hand, she was tirelessly stroking
my cock in a still tighter grip. The built-up inside them still
increased while the pressure at the base of my cock gave me thrills
beyond description.

When I looked at her she had her mouth just a few inches above my
cock. She was waiting for the eruption that was coming. A fraction of
a second before I exploded, she shoved half of my erection into her
mouth and at the same time she released the tight grip around my
organ.

The result was instantaneous. The sudden release in pressure initiated
the strongest orgasm that I had ever experienced in my life. I felt so
much pleasure, and of such intensity, that for a few seconds I thought
that I would pass out. During all that time, I could actually hear her
swallowing again and again as the flood gates of my sperm were opened.

When it was over, she still tried to suck more juice out of me. I had
to gently push her mouth away since she was much too eager, and her
teeth were diggings into my flesh. I got up and I sat next to her
while staring into her eyes. She had a half smile on her lips as she
looked straight ahead. Her face was partially covered with my sperm
and I soon noticed that one of her hand was over the junction of her
legs. She was slowly rubbing herself. I watched for a while, then I
bent over and I kissed her lips. I could detect the taste of my
discharge on them.

" Why don't you remove you panties Sandra? " 

She didn't answered, but both of her thumbs went to the elastic band
around her waist and after raising her herself a few inches off the
sofa she pushed them to her ankles and kicked them away with her right
foot.

This was my first glimpse of her uncovered cunt. Like most girls of
her age, she didn't have a lot of hair, but still she had enough to
half hide the twin lips underneath. I was now sitting next to her and
I made her open her knees a little. I was able to see her outer lips
slightly parted and glistening with the proof of her excitement. I was
dying to touch her, but in my mind I was still debating if I should do
this. After all it was the most intimate part of her body and I
couldn't say exactly what her reaction would be when she felt my hands
there.

Instead, I placed my hand on her belly and I proceeded to move it in
an ever-increasing circle. It soon came into contact with her pubic
hair. When I noticed that she didn't seemed to mind where I was
touching her, I did let it come to rest directly over her cunt while
my fingers were covering her half parted lips.

They seemed slippery with the abundant moisture that she was secreting
in her excitement. The instant that she felt my hand on this most
private part of her body, she opened her legs even wider in an evident
invitation. I was then assailed by her female scent, which had an
extremely arousing effect on me.

I made her lay on her back with her legs toward me and I told her to
spread her legs while bending them at the knees with the flats of her
feet resting on the sofa. I then let my eyes feast on her most
intimate part.

In her excitement, her cunt lips were almost fully opened, I could see
deep within her vagina. The inner labia was not projecting downward as
is the case with some woman. On each side of her luscious pouting lips
and along her long pink gash, her short curls ran down. With my two
hands I laid the lips well back and apart. I could see her clitoris
bulging out in excitement at my touch, and below that was the opening
to her vagina. I could even see the corrugated sides of her exquisite
pleasure-giving sheath. Even deeper, I saw the tubular pink flesh
which appeared to have ribs running around at half inches interval so
as to allow even the largest prick to penetrate. Even as I watched I
could see them contracting and relaxing.

Thick juice was now slowly oozing out of its interior and spilling
into the crack of her bottom. This sight was too much for me. Never
before had I examine a woman like that and I didn't even know exactly
what to expect. I only had a vague idea as to how those privates parts
of a woman might look. My only source of information so far, had been
pictures in girls magazines and in those days, they only revealed the
pubic hair and teats. As for the descriptions that I got from boys in
school, it left much to the imagination.

But now, seeing it with my own eyes, and from only a few inches away,
was like discovering a new world. It was beyond my expectation and it
was the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen. I felt a tremendous
attraction toward her cunt. It had the effect of a magnet on me, and
as I knelt down at the foot of the sofa, I was even having difficulty
breathing.

Before I was aware of it, my face was almost touching this most
enchanting and attractive sight. When my lips came to rest on the
exact center of her parted lips, I couldn't prevent myself from
shoving my tongue as deep as possible inside her soft pink wetness.

Seconds later, I felt her hands at the back of my head urging me on.
At the same time she closed her magnificent thighs around my head,
thus shutting all sounds from my ears. How long did I thus remained in
her grip? I couldn't say, but during all that time my tongue plunged,
licked and rubbed everywhere it could penetrate.

After a while, I seized her exited clitoris between my lips and while
it was being lightly pressed between my teeth, I rubbed it at the same
time with the tip of my tongue. Her reaction was instantaneous. She
began to grind her cunt all over my face and in a short time I was
rewarded with an abundant discharge of her juice.

I kept doing this for many minutes, each time that she flooded my
mouth, her whole body went rigid while her thighs around my head
closed and opened in convulsions as she experienced a multitude of
orgasms.

Just knowing that, by mean of my mouth, I was responsible for the many
climaxes that she was undergoing was the ultimate of pleasure for me.
Furthermore, to feel her hands begging me to go on, as she pulled with
both hands at the back of my head while at the same time moving her
cunt in a circular motion around my face, was making me feel extremely
excited. I would have gladly spent the rest of my life with my face
between her legs, but a cramp at the back of my neck forced me to get
up. I could tell that she was reluctant to let me leave and her thighs
held my head in an attempt to prevent me from pulling away. I had to
insist since the pain in my neck was too intense to ignore.

I made her get off the sofa. After stretching myself on my back where
she had been lying just seconds earlier, I told her to climb on top of
me with one knee on each side of my waist and her back toward me, thus
positioning my lips near her cunt once again. I knew that it was
called the sixty-nine position, - I had heard my friends in school
describe it to me - an instant later we were both eagerly licking and
sucking each other.

It took only a minute for my spunk to spit out of my cock once more.
While the exquisite pleasure of my second climax- by mean of her mouth
this time - took possession of me, I knew that I wouldn't be able,
from that day on, to go for long periods of time without having her
giving me this release again. I was like a drug addict, now that I had
tasted the forbidden pleasure of incest with my sister, there were no
ways that I could continue to live without a regular taste of it.

As she had done earlier while sucking me, she kept on sucking even
though I had completely emptied my load into her mouth. I let her have
her way with my cock while I proceeded to examine her cunt once again.
Her clitoris intrigued me the most. It looked like an erected nipple,
each time I touched it with the tip of my tongue, it reacted by
becoming harder still. I also noticed that it was now extremely red.
Just a little higher, was a small hole that I soon figured out to be
her pee hole or her urethra. I tried to push my tongue inside but it
was too small. Because of her present condition of extreme excitement,
her cunt's lips were now wide opened, and a continuous flow of her
juice kept oozing out of her. I never let a single drop go to waste,
as my tongue kept seeking any of the precious liquid.

Had I left the matters to her, she would have continued to suck and
lick, but I now felt weak and it was getting late. I told her to get
off and as she did, I saw that she had a smile on her lips, even
though her eyes always kept staring ahead of her. I told her to get
dressed while I did the same. Next I made her stretch out on the sofa
and told her to go to sleep until she heard mother's voice.

At around ten that evening, Sandra went to her room while mother and I
were left alone in the living room. I waited another ten minutes to
make sure that Sandra wouldn't come down again, and then I put mother
into a trance after getting her to look at me. I already had figured
out a key word for her. I told her than each and every time she would
hear me say the word 'nakoha', another Indian word that met "to fall
asleep", she was to get into a trance just like the one she was now.
After getting her out of her trance, I tried her key word on her, and
just like Sandra's it worked perfectly.

Sandra, I knew was an extremely good subject to hypnotize, but mother,
being older and thus having more experience with life, plus the fact
that she had very strict principles, was another matter. I knew that I
had to be extra careful with her, especially if I was to ask her to do
things that she wouldn't ordinary do. I did try her key word on her a
couple more time, then after she was out of her trance I kissed her
goodnight and I went to my room.

That night, while in bed, I tried to figure a way to get Sandra to let
me fuck her. Ever since I learned that she and Paul were very near the
point of doing it, I felt somehow left out. It seemed to me that I was
probably the only boy of my age that hadn't fucked a girl yet. Beside,
the more I thought about fucking her, the more obsessed I became with
it.

I knew that if it had not been for her fear of getting pregnant, she
would have already allowed Paul to fuck her. Therefore, the first
thing that I had to do was to convinced her that there was no danger
whatsoever of her getting with child if I were to have complete
intercourse with her. I knew that once she truly believed this, she
would be more than willing to let me do anything I wanted to her.

But how was I going to make her understand that her fears were
unfounded? After all, she had chosen to stop going steady with Paul -
whom I now knew that she liked very much - instead of allowing him to
have his way with her. But at the same time, I was fully aware that if
she kept on seeing him, it was only a question of time before he would
win the battle over her fear of pregnancy. I certainly didn't want
this, since more than anything else, I wanted my prick to be the first
one that she would experience in her vagina. So I had to move fast.

It was almost morning when I was finally able to sleep. But I had made
up my mind to risk everything and try to fuck her. In the morning,
mother was late going to work. As I was helping Sandra with the dishes
at noon, I couldn't help myself from staring at her and feeling
extremely excited. After the dishes were washed and put away, I put
her in a trance once again using her key word and I made her undress.
We kissed for a while, then I fondled her and she did the same to me.
When she was very wet between her legs, I sat on the chair and I made
her sit on my laps while my cock was out of my pants.

I then pushed a finger all the way inside her well oiled vagina ? I
realize then that somehow she had lost her virginity, either by her
own fingers or by Paul's fingers. Soon I had two fingers side by side
into her well lubricated cunt. As I moved them I could feel the tip of
her cervix and I was amazed by the elasticity of her vagina walls. I
then began to talk to her.

" Sandra, where is my cock? " 

" It's underneath me. " 

" Is it close to your cunt? " 

" Yes, I can feel it touching my lips. " 

" Would you like me to put it into your cunt? " 

" Yes I would, but you can't. I don't want to get pregnant. " 

I was disappointed. Well if I can't fuck her, I told myself, I will do
the next best thing, I will suck her. I told her to get off my lap,
and as she did I noticed her bum hole for the first time. It was brown
with a circle of wrinkled flesh around its circumference. It was one
of the most indecent spectacles I had ever seen in my life, yet at the
same time, I felt a strong attraction to this seldom-appreciated hole.
The glimpse that I had of her rear hole was a very short one, but in
that single second I fell in love with that part of her anatomy.

I made her kneel on the sofa with her bottom toward me while her head
rested on the padded back.. With my right hand I proceeded to stroke
her bottom cheeks and I gradually I began to pay more attention to the
crack between the twin spheres of her bottom. Soon I was pressing the
index finger of my right hand in the valley between her cheeks until I
began to feel her fascinating rear hole. After moistening my finger in
my mouth, I aimed it at the brown center and began to gently push
until it began to make its way inside.

At the initial contact of my finger, Sandra contracted her sphincter
muscles. I had to wait until she was more relaxed but once my finger
began to slip pass the entrance, it became easier to make further
progress. As soon as my finger was half way inside her rectum, I
stopped moving it so as to allow her to get use to the invasion of her
tiny brown hole.

After a while, I continued to push until it was completely in her shit
hole. Once I began moving it, she immediately contracted her sphincter
muscle again and I could feel the tremendous pressure all around my
finger. For a long time I enjoyed the sensation of feeling the warmth
of her insides all around my finger, and every time I would twitch it
a little she would react by applying pressure all along its length.
Then I asked her.

" Will you let me place my cock where my finger is right now? There is
no chance that you get pregnant that way. "

It took her a few seconds to respond but finally she did nod her head.
After removing my finger from her warm hole, I spit in my hand and
rubbed the spit all over my cock. With the head of my column of flesh
aimed at the entrance of her brown hole, I proceeded to push forward.
As the head slowly made its way inside, I was treated to the most
erotic spectacle as I watched in fascination the stretching and then
the clamping of her aperture around my prick.

Once the head was well inside her, it became much easier for the rest
of my erection to make its way inside. Then I was all the way inside
her shit hole. It felt heavenly. There was pressure everywhere along
the length of my cock, and the fact that I was inside the beautiful
body of my sister, was almost enough to cause me to pay tribute to her
hole without my having moved at all.

At last I got hold of my senses and I slowly began to fuck her. Out I
pulled, until my instrument was half-visible to my eyes, then in I
pushed it in up to my balls. Gradually I increased my tempo and much
too soon the crisis was upon me and I came for the first time ever,
inside a female. Gush after gush of my thick spunk poured deep within
her. When I was done, I was hugging her close to me while my cock
remained lodged deep inside her rear hole.

Leaning forward, I took both of her breasts in my hands and I
proceeded to rub her nipples. A minute or so later I could feel her
bottom shoving back against me. Was this an invitation to fuck her
again? Since my cock was as hard as ever and still well inside her, I
proceeded to fuck her once more. This time she moved with me, meeting
my shoves by pushing her bottom toward me each time my erection
plunged inside. As I increased my rate of fucking her, I could hear
her moaning in appreciation. Then, seconds later, I was inundating her
bottom once again with my discharge. Then I pulled out of her bottom
hole. My cock was coated with white spunk, a large white blob even
fell on the cushion of the sofa between her knees.

The instant that Sandra saw my exposed erection still coated with
sperm, she almost threw herself on her knees in front of me and she
placed her lips around the head of my half-hard cock. She sucked it as
if it was a lollipop, and after she had cleaned all traces of spunk
and whatever else was coating it, I made her stop since it was getting
late. I told her to get dressed.

Throughout that evening and part of the night, I relived the events of
the afternoon again and again in my mind. I had heard some of my
school companions telling stories about men fucking women in their
back hole, but this had never appealed to me. At the time, I didn't
think kindly about this kind of fucking. But now that I had actually
done the deed, and had experienced the tremendous pleasure of fucking
this rear entrance, it thrilled me just to think about it. It made
only a couple of hours since mother had arrived home, but I was
already anticipating the next afternoon when I could again fuck my
sister in the same manner.

What a disappointment I got the next day. I had already placed her in
a trance and she was in the process of removing her panties when I got
a really unpleasant surprise. The minute that she got her panties off,
I knew that something was not right. She had a small belt underneath
her panties, it had two elastic straps that went between her legs and
came back around her waist. The two straps were holding in place a
rectangular piece of cotton over the lips of her cunt. I knew that she
was menstruated, and there was no way that I was going to touch her
lower body, either with my hands or my cock, while she was in this
condition.

Blood is something that I can't stand the sight of. I told her to put
her panties back on, I could tell that even in her trance she seemed
disappointed. For the next couple of hours we kissed and I fondled her
breasts, but I didn't touch her below the waist. Before mother arrived
home that day, I made her suck my cock.

The following day was Saturday, we all went shopping in Maplelane with
mother, so nothing happened between Sandra and I. With mother around
the house all week-end it was all but impossible for us to be alone
long enough to do anything.

On Monday mother began the night shift, she started work at midnight
and finished at eight in the morning. It was the shift that she liked
least since we were alone in the house for the whole night, and during
the day at home, she had to sleep part of it.

She left home at eleven thirty. Sandra had gone to bed at ten thirty
and she was already sleeping when I passed in front of her room. I
could hear her regular breathing through the closed door. I was
frustrated, and dying to fuck her in her rear hole once more. But not
while she was having her period. It now made three days since I had
been able to touch her below the waist.

Ever since I began to hypnotize her, she had become more friendly and
playful with me, even when she was not in a trance. Not that we didn't
get along before this, but her attitude toward me was now quite
different. She was more pleasant with me and whereas before, we
sometimes had arguments, we now got along perfectly well. There was
also the fact that she would rarely touch me - not even on my arms or
hands - before I began hypnotizing her, mother had raised us in such a
way. She now often placed her hands on my shoulders or even on my face
in a very friendly manner.

I even began to question myself about the possibility of her being
able to remember things that went on while she was in a trance. Was it
possible that in her mind she did get flashes of events that took
place while she was hypnotized? If she did, she either believed that
she was imagining them or she thought that these memories flashes were
parts of dreams she had. At least this is what I was hoping.

As I quietly stood in front of her bedroom door I decided to see what
would happen if I tried to place her in a trance while she was already
sleeping. I quietly opened the door to her room and got inside. She
was still snoring lightly. As I got closer to her bed, I saw in the
moonlight that she was lying on her back, the sheets were covering
only the right part of her body while her night gown was above her
left thigh. I could see that she had no panties on. So it met that she
was no longer menstruating .

My cock immediately got very hard, I knew then that I wouldn't be able
to sleep that night until I had her. In a soft whisper, I said
'waskino'. Her eyes immediately opened while at the same time my heart
missed a beat. I really thought that she was awake. But I soon
realized that she was in her usual trance since she remained very
still not even moving a finger.

" Get up Sandra and follow me. " 

We both went to my room, and once there I turned on the light and I
made her remove her gown. Of course she was naked underneath, and the
fact that she was no longer menstruated was soon confirmed, much to my
relief. But just to make sure I asked her.

" No my period stopped yesterday afternoon. " 

I quickly got undress and climbed on the bed then stretching myself
out on my back, I made her climb on top of me. I enjoyed the feel of
her flattened breasts against my bare chest as well as the weight of
her body pressing me. We kissed for long minutes while my cock was
twitching and jerking against her belly. After a while I made her rest
her head on my shoulder and I said to her.

" I couldn't live without you. " 

" I love you too. " 

" Do you realize that I am your brother? " 

" Yes I know, and I am your sister. " 

The previous night, while in bed, I had thought of a plan that I could
use to convince her to allow me to fuck her, and now I was about to
try it.

" Sandra, I have bought a bottle containing drops that will prevent
you from getting pregnant, you will be able to fuck all you want
without any danger of getting pregnant. All you have to do, is to
drink four drops in a glass of water and you will have protection for
a whole week. "

Of course I had no such drops, but I knew that she wanted to believe
in the power of such a drug. She was just as anxious as I was to fuck.
In her present hypnotic state, it was much easier for her to accept
the existence of these drops. I then added.

" If I give you the drops will you let me fuck you? " 

She pressed her lips to my mouth and after a most affectionate kiss
she said.

" Give me the drops, then you can do as you please with me. " 

I went to the bathroom and I poured a half-full glass of water, then I
took the small bottle of eye drops from the cabinet. After emptying
the content into the sink , I filled the bottle with tap water. Once
in my room, I counted four drops into the glass in front of Sandra,
then I presented to her the half-full glass.

" Drink this and you won't have to worry about becoming pregnant for a
week. "

She took the glass and she drank the contents. All the time her eyes
were fixed on the wall ahead of her. I then took the glass away from
her and placed it and the eye drops bottle on the small table next to
my bed.

I next made her stretch out on her back. The moment had finally
arrived. While my heart was beating extremely fast, I climbed between
her open legs as I looked into her eyes. I could tell that she was
nervous also, her ribs-cage was expanding and contracting at a fast
rate, proof that she was breathing fast and deep. But I didn't let
this stop me.

With most of my weight resting on my knees and on my left hand, I used
my right hand to aimed the tip of my eager prick between her cunt
lips. She didn't try to stop me as she otherwise would have probably
done. My hands were now shaking and my knees felt weak with the
anticipated pleasure. I was able to detect the wetness of her cunt
against the head of my cock as it made its way through the folded
entrance of her vagina.

The instant that the head was inside, she took a deep breath as if she
was diving under water. Whether it was pain or fear or possibly both,
I couldn't say exactly, and I didn't bother to ask her since I didn't
want to spoil the moment. I was now too far gone to stop, there was
nothing she could have said now to prevent me from proceeding with my
first fuck ever.

When I felt myself about half way inside her tight hole, I stopped
pushing so as to give her enough time to get used to the tremendous
stretching that my erection was causing within her vagina. Even though
I remained still, my organ was pulsating inside her hot sheath. Then
as if it had a mind of its own, my cock began to slip further within
her without me consciously willing it.

At last I felt myself completely lodged within the tight passage of my
sister's cunt. It was the first real fuck ever for both of us, and as
the saying goes, the first experience is the one that one always
remember the most. In my case this is certainly true. I began to pull
and push, slowly at first, but gradually I increased my tempo.

Much to my surprise, I soon noticed that Sandra was beginning to
respond by pressing her lower body toward me each time I gave her a
shove and pulling it away when I slid my cock half way out of her love
tunnel. Then, after a very short time, I couldn't prevent myself from
going over the edge, and began to flood the deepest recess of her
cunt. The surges of intense pleasure went on for a long time and even
when the edge of my sexual appetite was satisfied, I could still feel
the spunk leave the tip of my cock with short but very strong squirts.

But Sandra had only begun to experience the bliss of her first fuck,
even though I was already over my first climax within her. I had been
waiting for this moment for so long that my cock was still as hard as
ever and I remained fully embedded deep in her - although not moving
any longer now - I proceeded to kiss her lips.

She cooperated for a few minutes but I could tell that she wanted more
out of me, and she kept grinding her lower body against mine in an
effort to induce me into fucking her again. All of a sudden, threw her
legs around my waist and while she locked her legs behind my back she
proceeded to applied pressure with her heels so as to force me deeper
within her. I was in no condition to refuse such an invitation and we
began to fuck again. This time I took my time and not until she had
experienced a couple of climaxes - in a maelstrom of moaning, sighting
and yawning- did I once again let myself go.

It was plain to see that she found fucking extremely pleasant and now
that she had tasted this forbidden pleasure, I knew that she wouldn't
be able to get along without it. She was now sold on the idea of being
fucked by her brother. She remained in my bed for the rest of the
night. When I woke up and looked at the alarm clock on the small night
table beside the bed, I was shocked to see that it was already past
five in the morning.

Was she again in her trace? I didn't want to take a chance and I once
again said her key word and told her to relax. Then I made her climb
on top of me with her cunt against my chin, and as she sucked my prick
I examined her quim. It was in a pitiful state, being covered with
half-dry froth all over her now closed lips. There were whitish scales
of dry spunk everywhere else, even in her matted hair. A strong
fish-like odor was emanating from between her parted legs and even as
I examined her, I could detect a trickle of juice oozing from between
her closed lips.

With still greater lust and need, I applied my lips to the entrance to
her cavern of joy, and I began to taste her juice as well as my spunk.
She gradually began to move on top of me so as to increase the
friction and she thrust her bottom forward. Soon she spent into my
mouth and all over my cheeks, chin and neck as her thighs closed
convulsively around my head.

Then I felt her mouth around my erection. She proceeded to suck and
lick me with a passion she had never shown so far. At last I paid
tribute to her mouth and soon after we both felt asleep exactly as we
were. She on top of me with my deflating cock against her face, while
my mouth remained in contact with her cunt and thus breathing through
my nose which was resting on her rear hole.

I was suddenly awakened by the sound of someone walking in the kitchen
downstairs. To my horror, when I looked at the alarm clock it was
twenty past eight. Sandra was still sleeping on top of me with her
face lying next to my limp penis, but her body was now lying half on
her right side and my face was resting against her right thigh while
her other leg was under my shoulder.

Not daring to take any chance, I said her key word again and I ordered
her to put on her gown the minute she opened her eyes. As soon as she
was finished I told her to go to her room and lie on her bed and after
counting to ten she was to come out of her trance and not remember
anything of our activities of the previous night. Sandra had barely
entered her room and closed the door that I heard mother climbing the
stairs. A few seconds later she knocked on my door.

" Wake up Lawrence, you are already late with the milking of the cow.
It's almost half past eight. "

" Yes mother, I am coming down. " I was hoping that mother couldn't
detect the quivering in my voice. I fully realized now that I had
barely escape disaster.

Mother went to her room to get a couple of hours of sleep. Whenever
she worked night shifts, she always slept two or three hours in the
morning and a few hours in the afternoon. As soon as I was down in the
kitchen, Sandra joined me and she helped me prepare breakfast. She had
dark circles under each eye and she definitely looked tired.

The other nights of the week were almost an exact repetition of this
first night, except of course I no longer took the chance of having
her sleep with me until early morning. As soon as we were done with
our fucking, I would send her to her own room so that mother wouldn't
catch us like it almost happened on our first night together.

After the third night with Sandra, it occurred to me that she might
well be pregnant by now. When I had made up the story about the drops,
I hadn't even considered that possibility, but now it came back to
haunt me. What was she going to do if she got pregnant? How could she
explain her condition if she knew that Paul hadn't fuck her? It was
worrying me a lot by now but it was already too late. As for
abstaining from fucking her again, there was no possibility of that. I
had been seduced by her voluptuous body and there was no way that I
could go more than a couple of days without indulging myself in our
incestuous relationship.

That Saturday at noon, Uncle Charles arrived. He had bought mother a
table cloth with a set of napkins. Mother was very happy to see him
and they talked for part of the afternoon. I knew that they would also
want to talk for the whole evening - they always did- I therefore
asked mother if I could spend the evening in Maplelane with some of
the boys I knew from school. She agreed on the condition that Sandra
came along with me. At seven, Uncle Charles dropped us in front of
Louis's Restaurant. He was to pick us up at the same place at eleven.

Louis's Restaurant consisted of eight tables, a long counter and two
pool tables at the back. It was the spot to meet friends on Saturday
night and any other night for that matter, since it was the one and
only restaurant in Maplelane.

We went inside and the first couple that we saw was Paul Tyron sitting
with Pauline Clark at a table near the window. Paul immediately said
hello to Sandra when he saw her. Sandra and I went to sit with Jim
Blair a boy I knew at school. He and his girl friend Carole Arnold,
were eating French fries and drinking Coke.

We hadn't been seated more than five minutes when Paul walked toward
our table. He looked at Sandra and he told her that he had something
to say to her. My sister quietly got up, they both went near the
jukebox which was playing a popular song. It was impossible for me to
hear what they were saying. First of all, I was much too far from
them, and with the volume of the music being so loud it was quite
impossible to follow their conversation.

While they were talking, I looked at Pauline who was patiently waiting
for Paul to return to her. She seemed to be very angry, and for a
while I thought that she was going to leave.

At last Paul returned to his table and Sandra came back to sit between
me and Carole. She didn't say a word, and after a few seconds - during
which time everyone expected her to explain why Paul wanted to talk to
her - we resumed talking about the popular hits that were available in
the juke box.

When I looked at Paul's table about ten minutes later, I saw that
Pauline was crying. They began arguing and even from where we were
sitting it was plain to see that Pauline was very angry at him. She
was still crying. All of a sudden, Paul got up and he walked toward
us.

" Well Sandra what have you decided? " 

She didn't bother to answer, instead she got up and she said to me
that she would be back before eleven. When I asked her where she was
going, She replied that she and Paul had things to talk about. I knew
of course what they were going to do and probably where also, but I
had no business to stop her. We never interfered in one another
affairs.

As they left the restaurant, Paul even saluted Pauline as they passed
in front of her table. I felt very empty inside, and even Jim and
Carole were shocked by Paul's rudeness to Pauline. I felt sorry for
her, she was still crying and appeared stunned by Paul's sudden
departure.

I then told Jim that it would be best if I went over and had a talk
with her. As soon as I stood near her table, she looked at me, her
eyes were red and tears were still on her cheeks. I explain to her
that I didn't agree with my sister's behavior and I asked her if she
would let me walk her home. She didn't answer, but she did get up and
we went out of the restaurant neither one of us saying a word.

As we slowly walked toward her house I had a good opportunity to
observe her. She was shorter than Sandra, and her breasts were very
prominent and provocative under her tight sweater. She was more on the
petite size than Sandra was however.

She lived in the center of Maplelane, only a couple of streets from
Louis's Restaurant. On the way there, I explained to her that Paul
wasn't her best choice for a boyfriend. She should go out with boys
that were more serious. She must have thought that I met someone like
myself, and that I was trying to con her into going out with me. Of
course it wasn't my intention at the time. But as I soon discovered
that it turned out to my advantage that she did interpreted what I
said in such a way.

When we were in front of her house, she asked me if I wanted to come
in. Since I had nothing better to do - I still felt sorry for her - I
accepted. I was under the impression that her folks were inside , but
I soon learned that we were alone in her house. Both of her parents
had gone to the movie theater and they were not expected back for
another two hours.

We sat in the living room and she turned on the radio. By now she
seemed to have completely recovered from her recent fight with Paul.
She even smiled at me when she boldly sat close to me on the couch.
She was fourteen just like Sandra, and her long blond hair was tied at
the back with a red ribbon. Even though her bosom was smaller than
Sandra's it was higher and this gave the impression that she was
trying to parade her bust around. She also had a very beautiful face
with a small nose and big blue eyes, which gave her a very innocent
look.

I knew, from talking to Sandra while she had been in a trance, that
Pauline had been fucking with Paul for quite a while now. Judging from
what he and Sandra had done, he certainly had gone even farther with
Pauline. As I examined her, I couldn't help imagining her lying
underneath Paul as he shoved his hardness into her.

I then became curious to know if she moaned when he fucked her. Did
she spend copiously as Sandra did? Did she swallow his cum? Then, even
before I realized it, I was so aroused that a voluptuous warmth
pervaded throughout my whole body. I soon felt my cock throbbing
without my being able to prevent it.

My arm, as though having a mind of its own, suddenly went around her
shoulders as she sat close to me. A second later we were kissing. Far
from discouraging me, she opened her mouth wide and allowed me to
shove my tongue between her lips. After a good fifteen minutes of
kissing, we took a pause while she went into her father's cabinet and
return with two glasses and a bottle of wine. We each drank a full
glass and we went back to kissing.

When kissing Sandra, I was used to fondling her breasts at the same
time, and now it took all of my willpower to keep my hands off
Pauline's bosom. I didn't know her well enough to predict how she
would react if I was to place my hand on her breasts. But with the
wine taking effect and with the extremely passionate kissing going on,
I finally found enough courage and I slowly brought my opened hand to
her left breast over her light green sweater. It felt very firm and
high on her chest, and when I realized that she didn't mind my
exploring hand, I moved it under the edge of her sweater and reached
for her breast over her bra.

Pauline then surprised me by placing one of her hand directly on the
front of my pants as she proceeded to open them. I could tell that she
had a lot of experience doing this. When she was done, she immediately
reached inside and took out my extremely hard cock. During all that
time, we kept on kissing.

It was then my turn to shoved my hand under her bra and I began
kneading and squeezing both of her breasts while she was squeezing my
balls with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. After a
while, she lowered her head over my erection and she applied her lips
to the gland of my penis as she began to lick and suck alternately.
After a couple of minutes of this, I felt her warm and wet mouth
completely enclosing my erection.

It felt delicious and I couldn't tell any difference from Sandra's
mouth on my cock. Soon I couldn't prevent myself and I exploded my
passion into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked even faster - just
like Sandra did - and I had to gently take her head in my hands to
make her understand that I needed a few minutes to recover from this
deep emotional experience.

She quietly sat next to me and I could tell that she was trying to
judge my reaction. She had a naughty smile on her lips. While she
examined me, she slowly and very deliberately proceeded to slip her
sweater off and then her bra went the same way. Her skin was extremely
white and without the least imperfection. Whereas Sandra's nipples
were brown, hers were light pink and her breasts while being higher
were also more conical in shape.

Her bosom was superb and I was dying to see if her cunt matched the
rest of her body. I placed one of my hands over her knees just under
her skirt, and the instance she felt my hand there, she opened her
legs wider for me.

Higher underneath her skirt went my hand, past her knees to the soft
skin of her inner thighs where I lingered for a while. I felt a strong
attraction to the soft part of her inner thighs. The soft spongy flesh
there always fascinated me and my hand opened and closed on that warm
and most intimate part of her body. Then, higher still until my
fingers were not touching her panties. They weren't the cotton type
like Sandra had, but the silk or nylon kind that came in all sorts of
colors. I discovered that the crotch of her panties were soaking wet
with her passion. I then began to lift her skirt and she actually
helped me. Once it was around her waist she removed her light green
panties by slipping them down her legs.

She had even less hair on her cunt than Sandra had, and what little
she had was light blond just like the hair on her head. Until then, it
had never occurred to me that the hair of her cunt would be any other
color than brown as was the case with Sandra.

I went on to examine her for a couple of minutes - she seemed pleased
at the attention that I was paying to her cunt - I next brought my
head between her legs and a second later my lips were on her cunt and
my tongue was inside her passage. She definitely tasted differently
than Sandra. For one thing, there was a distinct odor of perfume
between her legs, and her juice was a little spicy. I didn't know if
it was due to her perfume or not, I couldn't tell - later in life I
would discovered that perfume or not, no two women will taste exactly
alike.

She then stretched herself on the couch and she opened her legs wide
for me. The inner labia of her cunt was a little more pronounce than
that of Sandra, and on each side of her luscious pouting lips, her
long pink gash was extremely slippery with her wetness. I kept on
sucking her clitoris and I soon felt her white, plumb thighs begin to
shake in convulsions around my head. She was so aroused that she
shouted all sorts of obscene words as she encouraged me to keep on
sucking her. Then an orgasm seized her and she came with a scream of
delight while flooding my mouth with her abundant emissions.

Immediately after that we had a long fuck. Her cunt easily
accommodated my cock - probably because of her numerous fucks with
Paul. She was more that willing to let me fuck her and she even
permitted me to discharge within her. Just before I inundated her
vagina it occurred to me, that I could be responsible for getting her
with a child. But at the moment, the thrilling pleasure that I was
experiencing was too great to let a thing like that stop me.

At the exact instance that I was having my orgasm, she let a cry of
pleasure escape and her whole body began to shake underneath me. I
fucked her twice again that evening, and before I left, she made me
promise that I would see her again the following Saturday evening. She
even said that she wouldn't see Paul anymore. It had been my intention
to make her talk and try to discover what she and Paul did when they
were together, but I had been too busy fucking her during the evening.
I told myself that next time I was going to place her into a trance
and ask her a few questions.

                             ( end of part 3 )

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