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

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This is Part 2 of the completion of the sequel to my
earlier story "Sis On Tape".  As always, any comments
and criticism from those readers interested enough to
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If you are unfamiliar with "Sis On Tape", the prequel to
this story, I highly recommend that you read it first.
Although "Amanda, My Sibling" has been written to stand on
its own merits (such as they are), this story and its
characters will be more understandable if you are familiar
with the earlier work.  I am reposting that story to the
newsgroups for your convenience.
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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction and
contains sexually explicit adult material.  If you are not
an adult, do not wish to view such material, or if such
material is prohibited in your locality, you should exit
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This story consists of a prologue, nine chapters, and an
epilogue.
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"What did you have in mind?" my sister queried, curiosity
present in her voice.

"Just watch.  I plan on doing this right," I confided.
I went over to my closet - to my old Boy Scout uniform
that was all the way against the wall.  I removed it and
handed it to my sister.  "Take the dry cleaning bag off,"
I instructed her.

She did as I said, pulling the bag over the coat hangers
holding the uniform shirt and pants.  She placed the
now-empty bag on the bed.

"Now check out the inside of the shirt," I continued.

Once more she did as I said, slipping her hand under the
bottom of the shirt.  I could see her eyes widen a bit
when she made contact with the contents hidden inside.
She removed the pants, placing them on the bed.  She then
laid the shirt on top of them, button side up, and
proceeded to undo the buttons and folded back the lapels
to reveal a plastic bag taped to the bottom crossbar of
the hanger.

Four eight millimeter videotapes were visible through the
plastic package - almost eight hours of irrefutable
evidence of the incestuous affair we had engaged in for
over two years, starting with Amanda's original
indiscretion with one of her college professors and
running through to just before our final session in our
parents' bed.

"So that's where you keep them," my sister mused.
"I would have thought you'd have someplace more secure,"
she continued as she opened the zip-lock on the bag and
handed the tapes to me.

"Actually, I thought about that," I confided as I received
the cassettes from her.  "That's probably about as secure
as you're going to get.  You know Mom and Dad wouldn't
dream of poking through our belongings without a good
reason, so I only really had to keep them from stumbling
over them accidentally."

"Well, maybe so, but I'll still feel a lot safer when
they're gone."

I could understand my sister's feelings.  I had been
telling the truth about my parents not snooping through
our things, but even I had to admit that there was some
small risk.  After all, shit happens.  My stash had never
given any guarantees of providing the videotapes with
perfect safety.

I placed the four cassettes on my computer desk and,
picking up a jeweler's Phillip's screwdriver, I sat
down and commenced operating on the first plastic case,
removing the screws that held it together.  I explained
as I worked, "I think just throwing them in the trash
isn't enough to get the job done properly."  I lifted
the back off of the plastic cassette, revealing the two
reels of tape within, which I then removed from the
cassette.  "This will ensure that no one will ever watch
these again," I promised, holding the tape for her to see
and snapping the top of the reel off, exposing the actual
videotape. Placing the open reel back down on the desk,
I took a razor blade and cut down through the rolled
tape.  The Mylar strip disintegrated into hundreds of
smaller strips, none of them greater than several inches
in length.  I dropped the entire mess into the wastebasket.

I turned to my sister.  "Satisfied?" I asked.

"Perfectly," she agreed.  "No one's ever going to put
those back together.  You do good work, Little Brother."

"Thank you, Big Sister.  Do you think you're ready to
do the next one?"

"Just let me in there," she affirmed.

I got up from the desk and let Amanda slide in, her
pregnant stomach preventing her from pulling the chair
up to the desk.  She picked up one of the remaining
videotapes and the screwdriver and began the disassembly
of that cassette.  She was soon slicing through the
second reel of videotape, reducing it to pieces.  I felt
a sense of loss as my memento was destroyed, along with
an even greater sense of relief.  I had never realized
until that moment how much the existence of those tapes
had worried me.  Amanda had been right.  Those tapes HAD
been dangerous.

I let my sister do the remaining two tapes.  When nothing
remained but a wastebasket full of plastic scraps and
assorted empty cassette cases and odd pieces, we picked
up the remaining junk from the desk and disposed of it.

Amanda looked at me carefully.  "Well, we did it.
No more reminders of what we once did."

"I beg to differ," I countered.  "I'll always have
reminders of us.  They just won't be physical ones."

"That's true," she agreed, "There are always our
memories.  Still, won't you miss those tapes?"

"I probably will, sometimes," I had to confess, "but not
very much.  What you and Paul and Cindy and I have now is
more important to me.  I just wanted you to understand
that there was no rejection of you involved.  I still
love you and I always will."

"I know, Little Brother.  I feel the same way about you.
Just remember, the memories I have of our affair are all
good ones."  My sister suddenly became very serious.
"I needed you back then, Kenneth.  Our becoming lovers
was one of the best things that ever happened to me.
Before you my choices about men were totally fucked-up.
Just look at the people I was screwing around with.  The
guys I dated in high school that just wanted to get into
my panties, the guys who did get into my panties that
I slept with to build up my ego, the professor, and of
course there was that asshole Rick who took my virginity.
Compared to that string of losers you were a knight in
shining armor.  You were willing to love me
unconditionally.  Do you have any idea how much that
meant to me?"

"It's not like there wasn't anything there to love,
Amanda." I admonished.

"But it took being your lover to let me see that.  I know
that incest can't be the right choice for a person, but
for me it was the best option I had available.  That's
probable why I jumped at the chance once I realized that
you thought of me that way.  Fortunately for me, you're
the kind of person you are.  I learned to like myself
again by seeing myself through your eyes.  I wouldn't have
been ready to accept my husband when he came along if you
hadn't taught me that lesson.  I wouldn't have felt
I deserved that kind of happiness."

"But now you do?"

"I sure do, Little Brother.  It's a pretty shitty world
out there.  You taught me that I should grab whatever
chances for happiness that may come along.  I did that
with Paul and I've never regretted it, even on those days
that the fairy tale runs off the track.  So take a little
friendly advice from your older, more experienced sister.
Don't keep that poor girl waiting for you to pop the
question.  I want to see the two of you together.  Other
than my husband, you're the two people I most love in
this world.  Seeing you happy together is something I've
prayed for."

"Well, Cindy still hasn't said 'Yes' yet."

"But she will," my sister insisted, placing her arms
around my neck, pulling me as close into her as her
pregnant state would allow.  "Trust me on this," she
continued, looking me in the eyes.  "You are going to end
up Mister and Mrs. Kenneth Carson.  And it couldn't happen
to two nicer people."

Amanda leaned in to kiss me.  I responded, leaning in to
receive the expected sibling peck on the lips.  What I
did get was something else - an overtly sexual open-mouth
kiss, my sister sucking and nibbling lightly on my upper
lip and even slipping me a little tongue.

Startled, I stated, "That was interesting," as we broke
from the kiss.  "What was that about?"

"Just stirring some of those memories in your head," my
sister replied coyly.  "And maybe a little compensation
for your lost mementos."  She smiled wickedly at me - my
arms around her - her arms still around my neck.  "And no,
you pervert.  You're not getting back inside my panties.
I'm still a married woman now."

"A happily married woman," I corrected.

"A very happily married woman," she agreed.  "And you're
going to be a happily married man soon."

"A very happily married man," I commented, once again
correcting her.

"Just don't wait too long.  Grab the happiness that's
there for you," she admonished.  "That's there for both
Cindy and you."

"I intend to," I assured her.  "I fully intend to."

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

It was the sweet ending to what had to be the best day
in my life.

I lay on my back in the afterglow of my orgasm, Cindy's
warm body snuggled against me, her sweat-dampened hair
spilling over my shoulder as my arm encircled her, my
hand resting on the curve of her hip.  She lay there in
her own afterglow, her breathing slowly returning to
normal, naked save for the engagement ring that I had
placed on her finger that afternoon.  Amanda had been
right.  Cindy had said "Yes" - emphatically and without
hesitation.

I had invited her to dinner at the same little Italian
restaurant that Amanda and she had once attended when
they had seen "Othello" together almost five years
earlier.  It was one of our favorites and I had taken
her there numerous times in the two and a half years we
had been dating, but on this day I was a man with a
mission and had planned accordingly.  Working with the
restaurant staff, I had ensured that this would be one
date that Cindy would always remember.

I don't think she expected anything from this date other
than the usual meal and a movie.  We consumed our food at
our usual table - Cindy with her back to the kitchen
doorway.  We had nearly completed our meal when the
strolling violinist came around as he usually did on
Saturdays.  She failed to see anything unusual in the
event.

The violinist stopped at our table and inquired,
"Is there anything the young lady would like to hear?"

Before Cindy had a chance to respond I chimed in,
"I think maybe something romantic might be in order,"
as I pulled a twenty dollar bill from my shirt pocket.

"Something romantic.  Very good, sir." the musician
replied, deftly pocketing the tip.

He placed the violin under his chin and began to play.
The music was an old standard, "The Wedding Song" from
the movie "The Jolson Story".  The violinist circled
around behind me as Cindy listened intently to the
unfamiliar music, not catching on yet to the nature
of the material.

With Cindy's attention directed in my direction, I leaned
across the table and spoke softly to her.  "Cindy, I need
you to do me a big favor."

"A favor?" she replied.

"Just close your eyes and keep them closed until I say
you can open them."

"Ken, what are you up to?"

"You'll see," I assured her.  "Literally.  Just humor me
for a moment."

"Alright," she replied skeptically, "but this better be
worth it."

I smiled at her words.  "Trust me on this.  It will
definitely be worth it."

She closed her eyes.  "They're both closed," she informed
me.

I smiled, and raised my arm to signal the kitchen staff,
who had been standing by from the moment the violinist
had started playing.  The kitchen door opened and a small
cart covered with a white tablecloth appeared and headed
in our direction as the music continued.  There were a
number of "oohs" and "ahs" from the other patrons as it
crossed the floor.

Cindy could hear that something was happening behind her
and started to get impatient.  "What is going on out
there?  Can I look yet?"

I enjoyed her bewilderment.  "Not quite yet.  You have to
turn in your seat to your left.  And keep those eyes
closed."

"Like this?" she responded, sliding her chair back and
then turning her body, swinging her legs around the chair
until she was seated facing what had been her left.

"Just like that.  Now just a few more moments."  The
kitchen staff staged the cart directly in front of her,
and then retreated back toward the kitchen.  The time
had arrived.  "You can open your eyes now," I told her
gently.

She opened them to discover a miniature wedding cake
before her consisting of only two tiers, but complete
with the figures of a bride and groom.  In blue icing
the words "From Ken to Cindy" were written on the side
of the upper tier.  In the same blue icing across the
side of the lower tier were the words "Will You Marry
Me?".

"Oh my God..., " slipped softly from her lips.  Cindy
turned to look at me and gasped again.  While her eyes
had been closed, I had removed her diamond from its case
and was now holding it between my fingers for her to see.

I gave her THE SPEECH, glad that I had practiced it until
I could recite it even at this moment when my nervousness
nearly overwhelmed me.

"Cindy, I love you with all my heart.  I want you to be
my wife.  Will you do me the honor of giving me your hand
in marriage?"

All right, so it wasn't the greatest rhetoric in the
world.  Still, it WAS straight from the heart.  And
hopefully it would get the job done.

"You're asking me to marry you?" she repeated, as if the
words hadn't been clear.  "You really want to marry me?"

"I really do, if you'll have me," I replied sincerely.

"If I'll have you?  Oh God, Ken.  Of course I'll marry
you!" she said, tears of joy starting to run down her
cheeks.

To my surprise, a smattering of applause came from the
surrounding patrons.  Cindy blushed a lovely shade of
pink in response.  There was more applause as Cindy held
out her hand for me and I slipped the ring onto her
finger.  It was a nearly perfect fit as I had gotten her
ring size from her college class ring.

We had forgone the rest of the date and returned from the
restaurant directly to our homes, spending the next
several hours relating the good news while Cindy got to
display her new engagement ring.  My mother cried when we
told her - thoughts of a wedding just affect her like
that.  Cindy's mother cried when we told her (it must be
a mother thing, as she had known of my intentions ever
since I had asked her for her daughter's hand several
weeks earlier).  My fianc�e's siblings mobbed us,
offering congratulations and asking a thousand questions.
All this took place while we held hands, sharing little
jolts of electricity between us, feeling the desire to be
alone together - intimate together.  Finally, having
fulfilled our obligations to our two families, we escaped
to Cindy's small apartment, sharing little butterfly kiss
in the elevator and progressing to more passionate ones
as we reached her floor.  We barely managed to get her
apartment door locked behind us before we started
undressing each other, moving toward the double bed she
had gotten shortly after we had first slept together.
By the time we tumbled naked onto the sheets all either
of us felt was a frantic, burning, driving need.

"Put it in me," she moaned, "I'm ready."  She spread her
pretty legs wide, pulling my body down on top of hers.
I slid into her willing vagina easily, despite our lack
of foreplay.

We made love.

It was sweet, just as it always had been with her.  But
this time there was more.  Whatever last little reserve
she had previously subconsciously held back (perhaps
afraid that I didn't feel the same, or feel as strongly
about her as she did about me) was no longer there.  At
that moment, I was aware that Cindy was totally mine -
I could feel myself possessing her completely.  I started
to thrust within her, her hips rising from the bed to
assist me.  She wrapped herself around me as her passion
overtook her, her arms surrounding my chest, her delicate
hands grasping at my shoulder blades, her ankles locked
across my buttocks so tightly I had to resort to rocking
my hips to continue driving as deeply into her as I
desired.

I don't know how long we remained like that, joined
together, me giving myself to her and her receiving
me.  She tensed as her orgasm overtook her, grasping
me with her arms and legs as she wailed softly into my
shoulder.  She relaxed momentarily before once more
falling into the rhythm being set by my pistoning cock.
I could feel as she began the ascent toward her second
orgasm - an orgasm I planned on sharing with her.
A sheen of sweat covered her, slickening her body and
matting her hair.  As her body approached its second
climax, I felt the familiar pressure building up in my
groin as my own release approached.

Oh God, Cindy... I'm almost there," I groaned, the
pressure becoming almost unbearable.  "I'm going to
cum."

She responded just as passionately,  "Cum inside me Ken.
I want to feel it."  She pulled me into herself as deeply
as she could.  "Let me take you with me.  Cum with me.
NOW... "

Her words were all that I needed to trigger me.  White-hot
jets of semen shot into her clasping vagina, filling her,
triggering her to mutual orgasm with me.  She clung to me
for dear life as I continued to fill her, her nails
digging little furrows into my back, her climax causing
her to milk the last vestiges of cum from me.

Sated, we rolled onto our sides so my weight wouldn't
rest upon her as I collapsed.  We remained clinging
together, my penis embedded within her sweet warmth
until, softening, it slipped from her body.  We
remained like that for quite a while - the very image
of satisfied lovers.

With Cindy, sex had always been more than just a
physical act.  Even our first time, when she was a
virgin offering her body for me to possess, awkward
and unsure of how to respond or of what to do to please
me, hers had been an act of love.  Underneath all the
unease and uncertainty - the minor pain and bleeding as
I opened her, tearing through her hymen - that first time
had been one of the most profound physical experiences
of my life.  Although I had made my desire for her known,
she had been the one who had chosen the time and place,
allowing me to first possess her in her own bed within
her own little apartment.  As she had started taking
the pill almost two months earlier, when she finally did
give me her body there were no reservations - she was
really giving me her unconditional love, and in taking
her I had acknowledged that love, and reciprocated it.
And when I had accomplished my conquest, not just
possessing her but bringing her past the initial pain
into the subsequent pleasure and onward to the orgasmic
finale, I let myself join her, pouring my semen into her
as she climaxed around my manhood within her.

I had been overwhelmed by the experience of taking
Cindy's virginity.  I had previously thought that I had
enjoyed great sex with my sister.  Amanda had been an
inspired lover, and God knows she had Cindy beat in the
experience and technique departments, but in the end none
of that mattered.  My sister had been a real turn-on for
me, but I later realized a lot of the excitement - the
eroticism - of our affair arose from the very wrongness
of what we were going - the incestuous nature of our
sexual couplings.  For me, Cindy was a turn-on for
exactly the opposite reason.  It was the very RIGHTNESS
of our joining that was erotic, and that rightness had
been confirmed with each of our subsequent encounters
together.

There had been many sweet sessions between us since that
first one.  Cindy had been a willing learner, eager to
discover exactly what pleased me and - as I explored her
body - to discover what gave her pleasure.  Like Amanda,
she was multi-orgasmic, although she differed greatly
from my sister in bed.  Whereas my sister had been vocal
and often quite vulgar during sex, Cindy was quieter and
much more reserved, although just as intense in her
responses.  Because I was her first lover, I set about
seeing that she was taught properly, leading her through
the unfamiliar worlds of blowjobs and being eaten out.
During our experimenting she had observed the way I had
enjoyed watching myself as I moved in and out of her
clinging pussy, and had shaven her pubic hair to allow
me a better view.  She must have liked the response
that had gotten from me, as she now kept her pussy naked
for my viewing enjoyment.  She had been an apt student in
matters sexual, and had soon lost most of her shyness
and her inhibitions around me, becoming comfortable with
casual nudity and physical caresses, and eventually even
occasionally becoming the aggressor sexually (a
development I greatly appreciated - I've always enjoyed
having my lover take the lead during sex).

I remained in the afterglow of our post-engagement
lovemaking, listening to her coo softly as her fingers
found and began to caress my now flaccid penis.

"I wouldn't do that unless you're looking for another
workout," I warned her.

"Oh, I think I'm pretty safe," she giggled.  "I gave you
my very best.  It's going to be a little while before
you're capable of encores.  Besides, I haven't recovered
yet from the orgasms you just gave me.  I'm just going
to snuggle for a bit.  There will be plenty of time for
repeat performances."

"So," I inquired, "I've managed to make you happy?"

She gazed at me adoringly.  "As happy as I've ever been.
You don't know how long I've waited for you to ask me to
marry you.  I was beginning to wonder if you ever would.
After all, this is kind of a weird relationship that we
have."

I smiled at that opinion.  "In what way?" I inquired.

"In the fact that your sister is my best friend.  Do you
have any idea how ironic it is that we've managed to find
each other?  We might never have met if your sister hadn't
invited me to see that play with her."

If Cindy only knew.  She was still unaware that I had been
the one who had been behind that original outing between
my sister and her.  The reality of the situation was even
more ironic than she realized.

"That IS interesting when you look at it that way,"
I allowed.

"It's more than interesting," she insisted.  "When you
actually asked me to be you wife I felt so overwhelmed.
I fit with you, Ken.  We just seem so right together.
We're soulmates, and yet we might never have known it if
your sister hadn't caused our paths to cross.  I feel like
God is looking down on us and smiling."

God smiling at us?  That, I thought to myself, would have
to be the ultimate irony.  We were, after all, together
only because of an incestuous relationship I had engaged
in with my sister.  Surely God couldn't approve of
something like that!

Or could he?  Looking at just the outcomes that our
actions had led us to, I had to think that Cindy might
have stumbled onto some form of the truth.  My sister and
I seemed to have gotten away with our descent into
perversion.  No one had ever found out about our
incestuous relationship.  The evidence of our illicit
affair was destroyed - we were beyond discovery.  Amanda
had found a soulmate in her husband Paul, and was starting
a family of her own.

And me?  I had found my own soulmate because of the
relationship I had shared with my sister.  Amanda had
been right - the past was the past.  Our futures were to
be with other lovers - lovers that were socially
acceptable, and that - more importantly - were right for
us.  Because the incest my sister and I had engaged in
could not have been "right".  But if there is a God in
his heaven, I have to think that he doesn't look at Amanda
and myself - two former sibling lovers - unkindly.

I would have continued to ponder the ironies of life for
a considerable time had I not soon been distracted by the
resurrecting power of Cindy's delicate fingers.  Beneath
her gentle ministrations my cock had returned to life, and
the ensuing circling of her lips around its head did wonders
to focus my attention back on the lovely creature beside me.
I patted her ass, signaling for her to swing around, which
she did, releasing me from her lips as she positioned her
pussy opposite my face before sucking my hard-on back into
her mouth.  I invited her to share the pleasure with me,
running my tongue between her pussy lips from her shaved
pubis to her dripping vagina before gently focusing my
attention on her clitoris.

I knew the tiny signals she gave off, the subtle hints of
her wants and intentions.  Thus I knew that this was not a
quest for oral gratification.  This was the prelude to a
slow sweet game of love - a teasing exploration of sensual
pleasure the object of which was to arouse each other
before commencing a soft fuck that would take us to the
edge of release numerous times, each approach a little
more intense before we eased off and allowed our arousal
level to fall back.  Then finally, after a number of
approaches to the brink, we would by mutual agreement
push each other over the edge to a shattering shared
orgasm.

The arousal phase completed, Cindy swung her leg over me,
straddled my hard-on, and then slowly slid down it as it
entered her wetness.  She sighed contentedly, impaling
herself on me, and then leaned forward to press her
breasts into my chest as she began to work her pussy
slowly up and down over the invader within her.

And as the pleasure arose within us both, as we began our
first climb toward the brink, I was grateful for the
events of my life, the sister I had loved and made love
to, and my sister's best friend, the gentle companion
hovering above me, making love to me.

For Amanda had been right when she had said that happiness
was waiting there for me if I would but reach out for it.
And even if God wasn't smiling down on us, Cindy had also
known what she was talking about.  I had found and
possessed two soulmates in my young life.  In a world
where so many people seem not to have anyone to love and
love them back, that had to be something special -
something very special.

I smiled to myself.  There was no denying the facts.
I had been truly blessed.


The End


Bernard Sagon
August 28, 2004

May you all be truly blessed...

bernard_sagon@hotmail.com

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