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AMANDA, MY SIBLING - Chapter 3b (MF, rom, cons, rape, inc, oral).
By Bernard Sagon
Copyright (c) 2004 - all rights reserved.

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This is Part 2 of Chapter 3 of the sequel to my earlier
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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.
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its own merits (such as they are), this story and its
characters will be more understandable if you are familiar
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This story consists of a prologue, nine chapters, and an
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"At this point," I told my sister in sympathy, "I wouldn't
be surprised at anything."

"He asked me if I was going to bleed on his seats," she
informed me with indignation.  "He was more concerned
about his goddamn genuine leather upholstery getting
messed up than he was with the fact that I had blood and
semen running out of me because he had just finished damn
near raping me."

"Amanda," I told her gently, "Rick didn't just 'damn near
rape' you.  He DID rape you.  It doesn't matter that you
went along with it.  You did that out fear and
intimidation.  You were afraid for your life.  That's
still considered rape under the law.  What he did was a
criminal act."  I sought to comfort her, lowering my voice
to a gentle whisper.  "Why didn't you tell anybody?  We
would have stood by you no matter what."

My sister couldn't look at me, her eyes downcast.  "You
don't understand what it was like, Ken.  You really don't.
I was so ashamed of what had happened to me.  The truth
was that I HAD been attracted to Rick.  If he had treated
me decently he probably would have gotten into my panties
within a few more dates.  I would have let him take my
virginity.  As perverse as it sounds, I felt that he had
treated me the way he did because of something I had done
wrong."

"But that's crazy!" I blurted out before I could stop
myself.

"Isn't it though?" my sister nodded in agreement.  "When
Rick dumped me off at the end of the driveway and drove
away, I was an emotional wreck.  I was still hung over,
bruised and bleeding, and overwhelmed with feelings of
worthlessness.  I hid myself in the garage and bawled my
eyes out for the next two hours.  When I had finally got
myself back under control, I snuck in the house, cleaned
myself up, put myself to bed and tried to pretend that the
whole thing hadn't happened.  But it had...  I couldn't
escape that fact.  When I saw you in the hallway the next
day I wondered if it showed - if you could see that I had
changed - but you just treated me the way you always did
back then."

Her statement stunned me.  I had seen my sister the day
after she had been raped and not even noticed anything
different?  I must have just seen her the way I always had
when she had a bad "morning after".  Back then it hadn't
been that unusual to see my older sister looking pretty
ragged and hung over on a Sunday morning.  I had never
mentioned it to her - we didn't have the kind of
relationship that would have allowed me to butt into her
life like that.  But out of sibling loyalty, I had also
never mentioned her "mornings after" to our parents.

"What about Mom and Dad?  Didn't they notice anything
either?"

"I tried not to let them know anything was wrong," she
confided.  "I was so ashamed.  And I was so afraid of what
they might do if they found out."

"You know they would have supported you, Amanda,"
I assured her.  "We all would have."

My sister shook her head violently.  "That's not what I
was afraid of.  I was afraid Daddy would do something
stupid, like getting a gun and shooting Rick.  It was bad
enough what Rick had done to me, but I had to contain it.
I couldn't let it escape and hurt anyone else in our
family."

I could see my sister's point.  Our father was a quiet
man - always had been, probably always would be - not the
kind to cause any trouble.  But Amanda had always been
"Daddy's Little Princess".  I wouldn't want to try to
predict how he would react toward the perpetrator of this
kind of attack on his daughter.

"So you just kept the whole thing bottled up inside?
That must have been awfully hard to live with."

"It got even worst," my sister informed me soberly.
"I couldn't just move on with my life.  Rick wouldn't
allow me to.  I guess when the weekend had passed without
my filing charges against him, he started to feel a little
safer.  When I went back to school that Monday, I tried to
pretend that nothing had happened.  The day started out
all right, but I soon realized that something was wrong.
Some of the other students started looking at me funny as
the day progressed.  I didn't know what was happening.
Then Mandy Vernon - who I had beaten out for a spot on the
cheerleading squad - let the cat out of the bag with a
snide remark asking me how I liked the back seat of Rick's
Mustang.  I found out that the asshole had launched a
pre-emptive strike against me.  He let everyone in the
locker room know that he had gotten a blowjob from me and
that I had fucked him.  He made it sound like getting
laid had been my idea.  He tried to make everyone think I
was some kind slut, and that he had just gone along for
the ride.  I was shattered.  I think I might have broken
down right there, but I was damned if I would give Mandy
the satisfaction.  I toughed it out, but the rest of the
day was a nightmare.  I felt that EVERYONE knew, that they
were all talking about and pointing fingers at me.
I don't think I would have made it through the day if
Violet hadn't come forward."

"Violet?" I inquired.  I thought I was familiar with most
of my sister's friends.  I didn't remember a Violet being
among them.

"Violet Kelley.  You wouldn't know her.  She was my
guardian angel throughout this whole incident.  I don't
know what I would have done without her."

I tried to pull a Violet Kelley from my memory banks, but
there was nothing there.  "I'm afraid I haven't got a clue
who you're talking about," I confessed.

"You wouldn't.  Her parents moved after our junior year.
She wasn't around when you started high school."

"You never mentioned her."

"I couldn't.  That was a condition of our arraignment."

"Arraignment?" I queried.

"That day - the day Rick started spreading those lies
about me - I went to my locker before my afternoon
classes.  When I opened it there was this folded piece of
lavender writing paper that someone had slipped through
the louvers in the door.  I figured that someone wanted
to raze me about fucking Rick, but when I read it,
I found it was something different."

I inquired gently, "What did it say?"

"It was a rescue note, Kenneth.  I had been thrown a life
preserver.  It said 'I know what really happened to you
this weekend.  If you want to talk about it, I'm here for
you.'  And it was signed 'Violet Kelley'.  I knew who she
was.  She had dropped out of the cheerleading squad
earlier in the semester.  I looked around and found her in
the background, standing in front of her own locker.  We
exchanged glances.  I just nodded to her, acknowledging my
interest.  When I started toward my next class she
followed me, whispering as she caught up with and walked
past me, 'The town library, after school'.  I managed to
get through my remaining classes, buoyed by the fact that
at least one person seemed to want to help.

When the end of the school day arrived I drove over to the
library.  I knew that the football team had a mandatory
practice that afternoon, so I was pretty sure that Rick
wouldn't know that I was meeting Violet.  I was still
afraid of him.  And as I discovered, so was Violet.  I was
walking from the parking lot toward the library building
when she pulled up next to me in her car and told me to
get in and do so quickly before someone saw us.  I did
what she said.

You could tell that she was on edge.  She barely said a
word to me as she drove.  I don't think she really relaxed
until we were practically out of town.  We finally ended
up parked over by the reservoir dam.

'I heard you and Rick got it on the other night,' she told
me.  'From what I've heard, you couldn't keep your hands
out of his shorts.'  Then she assured me, 'But I don't
believe it.  That's not what happened, is it?'

I told her, 'No, that's not what happened at all.'

She nodded her head.  'That's what I thought.  Let me tell
you what I think really happened.  I think he forced
himself on you.  I think you told him 'No'.  And I think
he didn't respect your wishes - I think he fucked you
anyway.  That's what really happened, isn't it?'

I told her I had to agree with her.  That she had guessed
exactly what Rick had done to me.  I asked how she knew.
Can you guess what she told me?"

I could guess.  People don't suddenly wake up and start
doing the things that Rick had done to my sister; there
is usually a history preceding that kind of behavior.
"I think she told you that the same thing had happened to
her," I replied.

"The fourth week of the school year," Amanda confirmed.
"Only she had gotten more drunk than I had.  She had
passed out and awakened to find Rick on top of her fucking
away.  She said she tried to push him away, but he
wouldn't budge until he had cum inside her.  She told me
that she had been terrified for the next two weeks that he
might have gotten her pregnant.  Fortunately, her period
ended up arriving right on schedule, but that had been the
end of her relationship with Rick.  She didn't trust him
any more.  She even dropped out of the cheerleader squad so
that she could avoid any further contact with him."

"I take it she didn't tell anyone either?"

"She didn't feel she could.  Unlike me, Violet hadn't been
a virgin, and she was pretty sure that Rick knew about at
least one of the guys she had slept with.  Then there was
the fact that she had passed out.  She wasn't even certain
that she had said 'no' to Rick."

I sympathized with Violet.  "Yeah, I can see how that
might have complicated matters."

"She told me it wasn't until later that she had learned
about the others.  There were at least two other girls that
Rick had assaulted before Violet, but like her they weren't
virgins and they'd both done some heavy drinking the night
of their attacks.  They didn't file charges either."

"So Rick just got away with it?" I asked, suspecting the
answer I would get.

"I'm afraid so.  It would have been our word against his,
and he was the big football hero.  His father was the chief
of police.  None of us felt we would be believed."

"Well," I countered, "I'm surprised that no one's father
or boyfriend didn't take matters into their own hands.
Or no one's brother.  I know what I'd like to do to him."

My sister paled.

"You can't, Ken.  You have to promise me that you won't
try anything.  I won't have you getting yourself into
trouble over this.  Promise me you'll stay away from Rick."

"I'm not sure I can, Amanda.  Not after what you just
told me."

Amanda was insistent.  "You have to, Kenneth.  If you did
anything you wouldn't be able to explain why to anyone
without letting the fact be known that there is a level of
intimacy between us that transcends the normal
brother-sister relationship.  Neither one of us wants
anyone opening up THAT can of worms."

Much as I hated to admit it, I could see Amanda's point.
"Alright, Sis.  You're probably right.  I'm forced to
promise not to do anything to Rick.  But," I continued,
"that doesn't mean I have to like it."

"It's for the best, Little Brother," my sister concluded.
"Besides, the whole thing's become kind of moot now,
hasn't it?"

Looking at the situation as it existed that very day,
I had to concede that my sister's observation was true.
Rick Heeley wouldn't be attacking any more teenage girls.
It was already several years since he was able to even
try.  One night during his senior year of high school he
had - after several hours of drinking - attempted to take
a 30 mile-per-hour curve in his Mustang at 75 miles-per-
hour.  The night was clear and the road was dry, but that
hadn't been enough to make Rick immune to the laws of
physics.  Later investigation would establish that the
vehicle was traveling approximately 30 miles-per-hour
sideways when it left the road and rolled over at least
three times.   Rick Heeley had suffered a broken back and
severe spinal cord trauma in the process.  He would be
spending the remainder of his life in a wheelchair,
paralyzed from the shoulders down.  Gone were the football
scholarships.  Gone was the possible NFL career.  Gone
were the adoring fans.  Gone was the life that Rick
had known.

And gone forever was his ability to rape unsuspecting
cheerleaders.

I could recall the sympathy I had felt when I had first
heard about Rick's accident.  Now that was gone too.
It had died when my sister told me about what Rick had
done to her.  Now in its place was only a cold, bitter
feeling of satisfaction at his misfortune.  I felt
pleasure at his loss.

It was the scariest feeling I had ever experienced in my
life.

"Yeah, I guess it is moot at this point," I conceded.

"But it's not over." my sister warned.

"Oh?" I responded.  "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I didn't come out of that experience the
same person.  What Rick did to me really messed with my
mind.  He destroyed my feelings of self-worth.  I didn't
feel safe any more.  I didn't feel I was in control."
Amanda sat before me, her shoulders hunched over, her
eyes cast down at the floor.  "I lost it, Ken.  I became
desperate to feel acceptance - to feel that someone
wanted me; wanted the real me.  I started sleeping around."

"Really?" was my unthinking response.  "I would have
thought that an experience like your's would have turned
you off to sex."

"Well, it did blow away any romantic notions I might have
had about what sex would be like.  I've looked at myself
pretty closely since that time.  I never sought
professional help - I would have had to tell them what had
happened to me and I was so ashamed of what had happened -
but I've managed to get a pretty good understanding of
what I've undergone and how I've tried to cope with it.
I started fucking around because I wanted - no, I NEEDED -
to be in control again.  And the fact is that most of the
time a woman can make a man do anything she wants to if
she is willing to put out for him.  So that is how I got
control over my life back - I used sex to control men.

"I don't remember hearing about anything like that when
I started high school," I protested.  "You certainly
didn't have any reputation that I ever found out about."

"You wouldn't have heard about me in any locker room
discussions.  After my experience with Rick Heeley I kept
away from the guy's that considered themselves to be
'God's Gift To Women'.  That pretty much eliminated the
athletes en masse.  Besides, if I put out for anyone on
one of the high school teams it would have gotten back to
Rick in no time.  Those guys just don't know how to keep
their mouths shut," my sister explained in exasperation.
She continued, "I was trying to rebuild my own ego -
I hardly needed to become an ornament for another
overgrown adolescent.  I tried to be more discerning
than that.  Discretion was a must."

"But you were still sleeping around?"

"Quite a bit, I'm afraid.  My ego needed some major
caressing."

"So who were you having sex with, if you don't mind me
asking?"

"Guys who could keep their mouths shut.  Mostly the
eggheads."

"You were screwing around with the nerds?" I blurted,
my mouth agape.

"Don't laugh," my sister warned, giving me a withering
look.  "Most of them were really nice people, but sadly,
a lot of them had egos that were even more damaged than
mine.  They'd been teased, picked on, and bullied for so
long that they had some serious inferiority complexes.
It wasn't hard for me to be in control around them.
They were so desperate for acceptance that they'd do
practically anything for a pretty girl willing to fuck
them."

I winced at my sister's words.  She was better than the
type of person she was portraying herself as.  Since
I knew she expected honesty from me, honesty was what
I gave her.

"Now it's my turn to be disappointed in you.  You couldn't
have been happy acting that way.  That's not the Amanda
I know and love."

"I agree," my sister conceded.  "I told you that Rick
messed me up.  Sex let me get back in control in my life,
but I wasn't happy - I couldn't feel good about myself.
I was using other people to make myself feel in charge.
Don't you think I knew that what I was doing was wrong?
But I had to work so hard to recover.  It took me a long
time to begin to trust guys again.  I had to FORCE myself
to date men who were my social equals.  By the time I was
in my senior year I ended up living a double life.
I openly dated guys who were, if not the elite, at least
socially acceptable.  And to keep my ego stroked,
I secretly fucked the brains out of the guys I could lord
it over and who were willing to keep their mouths shut.
I led a very weird life, Ken.  The guys I was dating
I wasn't fucking, and the guys I was fucking I wasn't
going out with openly.  That's pretty much now things
stayed right through my freshman year in college."

"That sounds sad," I sympathized.

"It was.  I felt an awful lot of guilt.  I consoled myself
with the fact that at least I tended to only sleep with
the unattached guys.  I didn't want to end up being the
'other woman'."

"Seems to me that the professor I videotaped you with was
married," I observed.

"He was.  I've made more than one unwise choice concerning
men since Rick Heeley.  The professor seemed ideal in most
other ways.  He was hardly a loser, he was reasonably good
looking, and he certainly knew how to handle himself in
bed.  Finally, he met my most important criterion - he had
a lot more to lose than I did if our affair became known.
There was no way in hell he would be dumping his wife to
bag me, and colleges tend to come down heavily on
professors who screw the coeds they're teaching.
As far as I could see, in the professor's case the other
woman thing was never going to come up.  He seemed to be
a safe choice to me.  I could get my ego boosted by a
successful, good-looking, older man.  Even if he was
married, he was still a big step up from my earlier bed
partners.  I was continuing the healing process - making
another advance from the pit that Rick Heeley had thrown
me into.  Or at least that was what I kept telling myself
until the day I saw those pictures of me and the professor
that you put on my computer."

My face burned with shame.  "I'm sorry, Amanda.  I should
never have done anything like that to you.  I didn't know
what you'd been through."

"I know," my sister replied softly.  "I tried hard not to
let anyone in our family know.  But you hurt me, Ken.
You have no idea how much you hurt me with those pictures.
I was no longer back in control of my life.  I suddenly
learned that I wasn't safe even in my own bedroom.
My whole life came crashing down around me for a second
time.  And when you told me you wanted me to fuck you or
you would let everyone see those pictures, it was like
when Rick attacked me all over again."

I was stunned by her words.  I could remember being
shocked by her reaction to the nasty "joke" I had played
on her.  I had expected her to come back at me, giving as
good as she got, acting like the sister I had grown up
with - but she hadn't.  I hadn't understood why at the
time.  Having learned Amanda's secret history, I was
appalled at the way I had treated her.

"I didn't ever mean it when I pulled my power play on
you.   I expected you to fight back.  I NEVER would have
even thought of trying that on you if I had known about
you and Rick."

"I know.  I'm just trying to explain to you what I've been
through.  There hasn't been anyone since Violet that
I could talk to about this.  It's such a relief to be able
to tell someone else what happened to me.  And I need to
thank you.  You've been a big part of the healing process
for me."

"How can you say that?  You just told me how much I hurt
you."

"I did, but I also knew you didn't know what kind of
psychological baggage I was carrying.  And you don't seem
to realize how much more you could have hurt me."

"I don't see how," I admitted.

"Just think about it, Kenneth.  I WOULD have fucked you
for those pictures and the videotape they came from.
You could have had me whenever you wanted, as many times
as you wanted, in any manner that you wanted.  I would
have debased myself before you to gain possession of that
tape.  But it would have cost me all my hard work -
everything I had tried doing to recover from what Rick
had put me through.  I don't think I would have survived
it whole, Little Brother.  It was like looking into the
Gates of Hell, knowing I was doomed to enter.  Only I
found out I didn't have to.  You gave me back my life
when you gave me that tape."

"Isn't that a little overdramatic, Sis?" I protested,
embarrassed by her statement - still ashamed of the way
I had treated her.

"I don't think so.  It wasn't the fact that you gave me
the tape.  I would have eventually gotten that anyway.
I've already said I would have done literally anything
you demanded to get that tape from you.  It was the way
you gave the tape to me.   You let me have it freely and
unconditionally.  You let your guard down and gave me a
glimpse of how you really felt about me.  You took a risk
with your own feelings in order to spare mine."

Amanda was beginning to embarrass me with her words.
I needed to set her right - it wasn't like I'd acted
like some kind of hero.

"That's not how it was, Sis.  I felt so guilty when I saw
how you reacted to what I said to you.  I just wanted
things back the way they had been."

"But don't you see that the way things had been was what
I really wanted - that it was what I needed to heal my
spirit?  You didn't say the words, but what you DID for me
told me what I needed to know - that someone loved me
unconditionally.  That you really loved me, and you had
for a long time - maybe even for our whole lives.
I hadn't realized how much you cared until you told me
that the tape was mine and that I didn't have to fuck you
to get it.  You let me know you loved me for myself, not
like the other guys that just said they loved me because
they wanted to get inside my panties."

"My desires towards you weren't quite that innocent, in
case you don't remember," I argued.

"Oh, I remember perfectly."  Amanda grinned and continued,
"You surprised me when you told me that you thought of me
that way.  I had never thought of you in a sexual context."

"Well, thanks a lot," I responded, feigning indignation.
"That's a real boost for my ego."

"No offense intended.  After all, you had biology working
against you.  Women tend to be attracted to older men, and
you are several years younger than I am.  And don't forget
about the little detail that you ARE my brother."

"Picky, picky, picky," I chided.

My sister giggled in response to my teasing.  It was nice
to see her smile again after the tale she had told me.

"But not picky enough to stop me once I knew how you felt
about me.  That turned me on, Kenneth.  You have no idea
how sexy a man can become to a woman once she knows that
he loves her.  Particularly when she realizes that though
he wants her, he is more interested in her welfare than
his own desires.  That's what happened to me - I realized
that I loved you too.  I decided to give myself to you.
It didn't matter that you were my brother."

"And so we ended up sleeping together."

Amanda was quick to correct me.  "No, we ended up as
lovers, because that's what we were before the sex ever
happened.  You loved me, and I discovered that I loved
you in return.  It was as simple as that.  And you were
exactly the kind of lover that I needed."

"Oh?  What kind of lover was that?" I asked, intrigued by
her assertion.

"My equal," she replied solemnly.  "Someone I didn't have
to pretend with.  Someone who let me see myself through
his eyes, and who gave me back a feeling of worth.
That's what kind of lover you were."  Then she gave me a
wicked little smirk.  "And of course, the fact that
you're constantly horny doesn't hurt either."

I protested feebly, "I am not constantly horny."

"Wanna bet?" my sister purred, standing at the foot of my
bed, letting my robe slip from her shoulders to the floor,
revealing her body in all it's naked glory.

It was no longer worth arguing that I wasn't horny.  There
was no denying my erection rising to point up at the
ceiling.  I slide over, allowing my sister to come lay
down beside me, her flesh molding itself to mine.
We caressed each other softly, letting the closeness
overtake us and join us together, uniting us once more as
man and woman, as brother and sister sexual partners, as
sibling lovers.

Knowing what I now knew - knowing about what my sister had
been through and how close I had inadvertently come to
compounding her hurt - I went out of my way to make this
time special for her.  I was not satisfied to just have
sex with her.  Instead, I deliberately made love to her,
taking my time, handling her softly and gently, whispering
to her all the while - saying all the things I should have
told her every time she had welcomed me into her body.
I told her how beautiful she was, how much I loved her -
loved being with her and inside her.   About how she was
special, had always been special, and would always be
special to me.  She responded by clinging to me, urging me
on, writhing in pleasure as much from my words of love as
from my manhood moving within her.  Even the first time
I had experienced sex with her couldn't compare to this
joining together as I told her how I felt about her.

And there was no pretense involved - no exaggeration just
to make her feel good.  I meant every word I said to her.

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End of Chapter 3 of "Amanda, My Sibling"

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