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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Amanda, My Sibling - 11 of 15  - Chap. 7b (MF, rom, cons, inc, oral)
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AMANDA, MY SIBLING - Chapter 7b (MF, rom, cons, inc, oral).
By Bernard Sagon
Copyright (c) 2004 - all rights reserved.

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This is Part 2 of Chapter 7 of the sequel to my earlier
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Now it would be my turn.  Amanda returned her mouth to my
crouch, wrapping her lips around my dickhead as she blew
me, but this time she had released the pressure from the
base of my cock so that I would be able to cum.  She took
me in all the way, running her lips up and down the entire
length of my dick, deep-throating me as she drew me toward
my own inevitable release.  It was not long in coming.
My sister was just too good an oral lover for me to be
able to resist her talented mouth for long, though I did
try.  The attempt was useless.  Amanda knew me only too
well to miss the sighs of my imminent explosion.

The final trigger was when she took me all the way back
in her mouth and held me there, swallowing so that I
could feel the contractions of the back of her throat
against the head of my dick.  That feeling was more than
any man could have resisted.  I came in spurts, my cum
going directly down her throat.  Once she felt that first
spray, Amanda pulled up a bit, letting my cock rest
atop her tongue while she suctioned the cum from me
as I continued to ejaculate.  I filled her mouth with
cum, shooting off until she had sucked me dry.  Finally,
she swung her leg from my face and knelt to face me.
She opened her mouth for me, showing the load of cum
inside, and then she closed her mouth and swallowed it
all.  Nasty...

She opened her mouth again to show me that it was indeed
empty, then leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth,
swirling her tongue between my lips so that I could sense
the taste of my own cum from her mouth.  I sure she could
also taste her own juices from my mouth, particularly as
she began to lick at my face and lips.

I laughed at her antics.  "God, you are one kinky bitch,
Sis.  I'm beginning to think you don't really want me to
find another girl after you get married.  You're sure
raising the bar for the next girlfriend that comes
along for me."

"Not true," she responded, "but I do want you to think
of me and what you're missing when you're screwing my
replacement."

She lay down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder.
Her hand softly caressed my cock, her forefinger making
circular motions around its head as she sought to provoke
another hard-on from the now-flaccid flesh.  Though
nothing was happening down there at the moment, I copied
her example and started caressing her, my palm resting
against her honey-blonde bush while my own forefinger
slide up and down between her swollen pussy lips.

We continued like this for almost a half hour, in no hurry
to rush into anything other than this sustained intimacy.
We both knew that our parents would not return until after
midnight, and from past experience we were aware that
nature would take its course soon enough.  Before another
fifteen minutes had passed the evidence of both our
bodies' responses were noticeable.  The slickness between
my sister's nether lips began to increase.  I responded
to her increased lubrication by sliding my digit deeper
within her, slowly finger-fucking her while caressing the
area just above her hooded clit with my thumb.  For her
part, Amanda had taken me in hand, literally.  Her soft
fingers now encircled my shaft, running up and down it,
coaxing it to hardness.

It wasn't enough just to be getting ourselves ready for
sex.  Instead, once I was well on my way to an erection,
I would be turning the stimulation to my sister's pubic
area up all the way.  I would keep pushing Amanda to a
level of anticipation where she would barely be able to
take it any more - to a point where she would ready to
cum almost the minute I entered the sweet warmth between
her legs.

We were soon rapidly approaching that moment.  I was fully
erect now, and had two fingers in my sister's vagina,
while my thumb rubbed her clit directly.  Her hips rose
and fell in time to the rhythm of my hand.

My sister sighed contentedly, "You're making me so hot,
Little Brother.  So hot..."

"No hotter than I am, Big Sister," I replied, slipping a
third finger into her to join the other two moving within
her vaginal walls.

"I'm almost ready," she assured me.

"Ready for what?  Tell me, Big Sister.  Tell me what
you're waiting for."

"Please...," my sister begged, writhing beneath the
stimulation of my thumb on her clitoris.  "I want you
in me.  Put it in me.  Please..."

"Put what in you?" I teased.  "Tell me what you want me to
do, Big Sister"

"Please...  I need it now," she moaned.

"Then say the words," I instructed her.  This was part of
the sex games that we played.  She had to tell me what to
do first.  "Tell me EXACTLY what you want"

She told me.

"I want your cock inside me.  I want you to fuck me 'till
I scream."

"And should I pound your cervix with my cockhead?"
I continued, delaying the moment she was begging for.

"Oh God, Ken, yes.  I want that so bad."

"And can I cum in you?"

"Oh, yes.  Cum in me.  Fill my womb with your nectar.
I want to feel that.  I need to feel you inside me - loving
me.  I'm begging you for it.  I'm begging you..."

I had withheld Amanda's fulfillment long enough.  Removing
my hand from between her legs, I rolled my sister onto her
back and climbed over her, supporting myself on my arms
and knees.  Amanda was nearly frantic by this time,
groping between our bodies for my manhood.  She found it
and, roughly sliding it between her labia - coating its
head with her abundant pussy oils - placed it at the mouth
of her vagina.  Her legs were spread wide to each side.
She was mine to do with as I liked - totally open, totally
vulnerable to my anticipated assault, totally available.

Although it took all the willpower that I possessed,
I refrained from driving the entire length of my cock into
her in one rude thrust.  Instead, I pushed my way in
SLOWLY, feeling her wet warmth as it enveloped my dick,
feeling the velvety walls of her vagina as it stretched to
accommodate me.  Amanda's hands were on my ass, tugging at
me, urging me to fill her - to complete the penetration of
my sibling lover.  I continued my possession of the body
that writhed beneath mine, pressing forward until I was
fully within my sister's fiery sex, our pubic hairs
intermingling.

During the time that I was entering her, my sister had let
out a plaintive moan, which increased in volume and
intensity as I began my thrusts within her.  She clawed at
her tits as I fucked her, squeezing the flesh and pinching
the hardened nipples as a pinkish sexual flush began to
spread across her chest and shoulders.  Amanda's first
orgasm hit her within minutes, shaking her, rocking her
world as I pounded her with deep, slow, driving strokes in
and out.  Her second orgasm followed in short order, as
she shuttered and settled into what seemed like one long
continuous series of vaginal spasms.  I propped myself up
with my arms and looked down along our bodies to where we
meshed with each other.  I had always found it a turn-on
to watch my hardness moving in and out of my sister's
pussy, watching her cunt lips being pushed inward on the
downthrusts, only to have them cling to my shaft on the
upstrokes as if begging my cock not to leave the warm nest
that engulfed it.  In and out, in and out it went - both
of us climbing toward a shattering finale.

The sexual flush had spread across my sister's upper
breasts, where her blood-engorged nipples stood hard
like little pyramids.  She had ceased mauling her tits
and instead her hands clasped at the mattress beneath
her as if the whole world was spinning under her and she
was about to fall off of it.  My own release was upon me
as I buried myself as deeply as I could inside of her
before starting to pour out my semen to flood the mouth
of her womb.  My own cries of ecstasy joined Amanda's
banshee wail as we came together, her eyes rolling back
in her head as she felt the cum erupting from my manhood
within her to fill her clasping vagina.  I floated on a
sea of pleasure, oblivious to everything except myself
and the woman beneath me.  Nothing else existed for those
few moments - Amanda was my world, my being, my entire
existence.

Though I had ceased pouring my cum within the loving
sheath surrounding my penis, I had once more picked back
up the in-and-out rhythm of love as my sister still came
beneath me.  Her vagina continued to spasm, caressing my
cock as it moved within her until, after what had seemed
forever, her orgasm was over and she returned to the
normal world.

Bringing her thighs from their splayed-wide position to
the sides of my hips, my sister encircled me with her arms
and tried to pull me down onto her body.  I resisted, not
wanting to place my full weight on her.  Instead I
pressed her right leg toward the bed and rolled her with
me until I lay beside her.  She laid her head on my
shoulder, her flesh pressing the length of my body, her
breasts flattened against my chest, her legs paralleling
mine while my cock softened within her pussy's grasp.
She sighed a purr of contentment before finally speaking.

"Oh God, Little Brother.  This wasn't supposed to happen
like this."

"You don't hear me complaining," I responded, caressing
her sweat-dampened blonde hair with my fingertips.
"That was one of the best orgasms of my life."

"For me too," she confessed, "but I had wanted to save
the best for last, when we did it in the Jacuzzi one
final time."

"We can still do that," I observed.  "Mom and Dad won't be
home for hours.  I'm sure I'll be able to get it up one
more time for you, Big Sister."

"After what we just went through, I'm afraid it's going
to be something of an anticlimax."

"I wouldn't worry about it," I assured her.  "You know
what they say about sex."

Amanda examined me with laughter in her eyes.  "No," my
sister replied, "what DO they say about sex?"

"That there is no such thing as a bad orgasm," I told
her.  "I tend to agree with that conclusion, don't
you?"

Well, yes," my sister responded, "when you put it that
way."

"Still," I had to admit, "I understand what you are trying
to say.  That was intense this last time."  I looked my
sister directly in the face, my eyes locking with hers.
"I'm going to miss doing this with you, Amanda.  You've
been the best lover I've ever had."

"Why thank you," my sister cooed, blushing, "that was a
sweet thing to say, Little Brother.  I feel the same way
about you.  No one does me like you do."

"Oh?"  That comment had come as a surprise to me.  "What
about you fiancée?  I thought he would be better."

"Not really," my sister assured me.  "He's different, and
the way I love him is different from the way I love you.
But as of this moment, you are still physically the best
sex partner I've ever had."  Then she laughed before
continuing, "I wouldn't worry about it though."

"And why not?" I queried, intrigued at her evaluation.

"Well, Paul is rapidly catching up with you in the
technique department.  As they say, 'practice makes
perfect', and he's had a lot of practice doing me lately.
And my boyfriend is catching up with you in the other
departments, too."

"Explanation, please?" I demanded.

"Well, you and I have been lovers for a long time.  You
have had plenty of experience finding out what turns me
on - what little sexual games I like to play.  I have no
inhibitions around you, Ken.  Once we got past the incest
thing, I never felt I had to restrain myself around you.
You know all my secrets - every dirty little thing that
turns me on - every kinky perversion that my nasty little
mind can dream up.  I don't have to hold back with you.
I haven't reached the point with Paul yet that I feel that
uninhibited around him.  But you don't have to worry -
that day will come.  And when it does come Paul will owe
you a lot, although he'll never know it.  You've taught
me well, Little Brother."

"I thought you were the one who had taught me, Big Sister."

"It was mutual," she assured me.  "What happened was
something we both wanted."

We then lay together quietly, side-by-side, my penis
having slipped from her vaginal passage.  Our bodies
warmed each other where they contacted together, that heat
contrasting to the chill we were starting to feel as the
sweat evaporated from the remaining exposure of our naked
skin.  I could feel Amanda beginning to shiver beside me.

"Ready for that Jacuzzi now?" I inquired.  "Nice and warm
and wet..."

"Sounds like Heaven," she confirmed, almost purring at the
though.  Placing her left hand over her pubic mound to
keep her vagina from leaking its contents onto the
mattress, my sister sat up and stood beside the bed,
waiting for me to join her.  I scooted my ass to the edge
of the mattress, sat up, and then stood up beside my
sibling lover for one final encore.  Taking her free hand
in mine, I led her through the door of my parents' private
bathroom.

Before us was the oval tub of the Jacuzzi, where it had
all begun three years earlier.  Then we had been tentative
and uncertain, knowing that what was about to happen was
taboo - forbidden - and knowing it was going to happen
anyway and that we both wanted it to happened.  We did not
know then what we were getting into - just that after that
night nothing was ever going to be the same between us.

We had discovered more than just sex with each other that
first time.  We had found transcendence - a unity I know
I had never imagined having with my sister - a unity she
had told me she had also felt toward me.  Simply put, we
had found love - a love beyond the world's petty morality.
And though the sexual expression of that love would be
over tomorrow, the love that had spawned it would remain
between us, a secret only God and we two would ever share.

Releasing my sister's hand, I set myself to the task at
hand.  I closed the drain and commenced filling the tub,
testing the water's temperature with the back of my hand.
I adjusted the taps until the water was hot - almost too
hot, in fact - knowing that the addition of the whirlpool
effect would cool it to a more comfortable level.

Amanda was beside me, her right hand still cupping her
mound.  Taking that hand in mine, I removed it from where
our combined cum was seeping from her labia, and directed
it to her lips.  She snaked her tongue out and lapped the
moisture from her palm.  Then she returned that hand to
her dripping pussy, where the remainder of our juices
had started to run down her inner thighs, and using
two fingers, collected some of the cum from herself and
then smeared it over my cock and balls.  She repeated
this maneuver twice more, coating my prick.

"Think you can get this thing hard one more time??" she
said, teasingly.

"Maybe with the proper encouragement," I remarked, teasing
her right back.

"And just what might that be?"

"How should I know?" was my answer.  I continued, "You're
the expert here.  Do what you think is best."

"Your wish is my command." she responded.  "Just sit
yourself down and I'll show you how it's done."

Heeding her command, I sat at the edge of the Jacuzzi.
She signaled for me to lift my feet, which I did, allowing
her to slide the fuzzy bathmat beneath them.  She then
knelt down before me and proceeded to suck my entire dick
into her mouth.  I had already cum hard twice in the last
hour and a half, so this wasn't exactly like performing
deep-throat.  She began giving me a slow blowjob, opening
up and moving her head back as she let my cock almost exit
her mouth, and then circling her lips around it and
suctioning it back in on the downstrokes.

As I said, I had already cum twice recently, so almost
fifteen minutes passed before my dick began to respond
to my sister's ministrations - but harden it eventually
did, unable to resist the homage being paid to it by my
sister's mouth.  And although she was doing all the work,
Amanda was also becoming aroused, her nipples hardening.
The aroma of sex started to hang in the atmosphere around
us.  Still, my sister continued for almost another five
minutes before deciding that there wouldn't be any risk
that I might lose my ability to perform.  She leaned back
to examine her handiwork, allowing my shaft to exit from
between her lips.

"Into the tub, Little Brother," she commanded, smugly
smiling at her ability to physically control me.

I did as she bade me, swinging my legs over the tub's edge
and setting my feet in the very warm water.  I turned the
whirlpool motor on, feeling the temperature of the bath
water drop as the aerated liquid began to circulate.
I slid into the swirling waters and sat back, sliding
toward the end of the Jacuzzi as the water jets pulsated,
massaging the small of my back.

"Feels wonderful," I sighed, leaning back fully.  "The
only thing that could make it feel any better would be
you joining me."

"My very plan," Amanda purred, stepping into the tub to
face me.

"And not a moment too soon," was my response, as I took
hold of her hips and pulled her downward toward me.

She smiled down as she squatted over me, her body lowering
at my direction.  Then she reached down between her legs
as she gradually descended.  Her small hand captured my
hard-on, and she rubbed its head across her clit several
times before placing it at the mouth of her vagina and
engulfing it.  She was more than ready for its invasion,
her wetness easing its entry as my hardness forced her
cunt lips apart.  The heat of her body surrounded my
flesh, making the swirling water feel cool by comparison.
As she took me in, I felt the silky walls of her pussy
slide past my glans until my sister was sitting on my
thighs, her penetration complete.  She leaned into me,
her breasts flattening against my chest, and held me
close.

"Just hold me for a while," she pleaded.  "I want to feel
you nestled inside me."

I did what she requested, my arms around her while my
fingertips caressed the skin between her shoulders.
We swapped soft kisses, our bodies joined but not moving
except for an occasional twitch of my penis within her
sheath, or a tightening of her vaginal walls around me.
There was no pressure, no rush - no desire for anything
other than sharing this moment together.  Even as our
bodies chose to respond to our joined sexual organs, as
our passions once more began to rise, the resulting
arousal was like a gentle warmth pouring over us.  I made
love to my sister, probing her depths with my thrusts,
feeling her rocking her hips as she rode me.  This was
different from the animal lust that had previously driven
us.  This was the physical expression of everything we
felt and had ever felt for each other.  As my sibling's
release washed over her, her usual banshee wail was
replaced by purring gasps of satisfaction.  My own cries
of orgasm joined in harmony with Amanda's as I came, not
in explosive spurts, but in repeated jets of release,
the duration of my cumming making up for the lesser
physical intensity.

I don't think I had ever felt closer to my sister.  We had
not managed to end our affair with a physical explosion,
but I was not about to complain.  We had instead managed
to finish with an emotional bonfire - with an act of love,
not lust.

It had been everything I had hoped to be able to remember
when I looked back on this day.

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Amanda and I were both in our beds when our parents
arrived home after midnight.  We had restored the house
to normal hours before.  Exiting the Jacuzzi, we had dried
each other off in silence, pensive at the idea that our
affair was really over.  It was possible to feel the
change in the relationship we shared.  We had started the
night as lovers - and very uninhibited lovers at that.
When the night had ended, we became almost shy around
each other, as if the casual nudity we had become used
to was once more taboo.  We had dressed and then returned
our parents bedroom to its former state, turning the
mattress back over, remaking the bed.  And Amanda's
engagement ring had once more been returned to its
rightful place.  Symbolically and in fact she was now
only Paul's, and would remain so.  That ring would not be
coming off again in the future.  The break had taken
place.  My sister and I had done what we needed to do.

No trace of the night's events that had transpired within
that room remained.  Air freshener hid the aroma of sex.
As our mother was always quite liberal in her use of that
air freshener, the floral scent that remained would not be
perceived as out of the ordinary.  The tub had been
drained and washed out.  The towels on the racks had been
replaced with dry ones from the upstairs bathroom.  This
last was probably more overkill, as there was nothing
unusual in either Amanda or myself using our parent's
Jacuzzi.  We had both been doing that for more years than
we had been screwing each other.

The house having been restored to its normal state, Amanda
and I had gone to bed.  We had still kissed each other
good night, but our kisses had been innocent ones - the
kind of kisses you would normally expect between siblings.
I hadn't even tried to cop one last feel of my sister's
tits or ass as we kissed and then retired for the night.

Amanda was probably asleep shortly after her head had hit
the pillow.  She had experienced numerous orgasms during
the evening, and sleep is one of Nature's tricks to
maximize the possibility that the well-fucked female
might achieve pregnancy, and though my sister might be
on the pill, no one had informed Nature of that fact.

Amanda had always had found it easier to fall asleep than
I had.  I was still awake when Mom and Dad got home.
I just could not get the night's events out of my mind.
The sex had been great.  It always had been with my
sister.  And now that part of our relationship was over.
In my mind I knew we were both right to end our incestuous
affair.  Amanda had found herself a good man - a man who
could give her what she needed - a man who could give her
the things that I would never be able to.  I wanted that
for her.  I really did.  That was what my mind was telling
me.  That WAS what I believed.

But that was not what another part of my anatomy was
saying.  That part of me remembered how great it had felt
as it sank into the warm wetness of my sister's vagina.
That part of me remembered the ecstasy of depositing my
semen at the mouth of Amanda's womb.  That part of me
remembered the caress of my sibling's vaginal walls as she
orgasmed around it, her contractions milking it as I came
in unity with her.  And while my mind dwelt on how right
the path was that Amanda and I had decided to finally
take, I had to admit that it had not been that easy a
choice to make.  There were still moments when I
entertained second thoughts.

God, I was going to miss balling my sister.

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End of Chapter 7 of "Amanda, My Sibling"

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