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Amelie

By: Alex_A



Note: Much of the dialogue was actually in French but obviously I have written it in English.

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I had only been back home a few weeks and already I needed a holiday! I looked on the web and found a nice Chambre d'hote in Provence about 30 minutes from Avignon. I have never used the Euro star before, so decided to go the leisurely way through the channel tunnel. It was just five hours to my destination, all told, via Paris. The French railways are possibly the most efficient in Europe. 

My accommodation, Le Grillion was half way up a hill surrounded by olive groves and vineyards and just a stone's throw from Mt. Ventoux. Pretty well idyllic. It was on my second day in the afternoon, I had just come back from a walk around the nearby village and a girl was sitting at the picnic table round the front of the house writing on some paper work. She really was the sweetest thing I have ever seen. She looked up and smiled. She had oceans of blonde hair, which cascaded over her shoulders and came to rest in natural little ringlets at her waist. She had soft blue-brown eyes and just the cutest nose. Her lips were deep rosy pink and she had a natural pink flush to her cheeks. I don't exaggerate when I say that my heart skipped a beat when I saw her. 

'Hello, nice afternoon.' I said.

'Yes, it is, beautiful.'

'Are you staying here?'

'Yes, well - the proprietress is my Grandmother. I'm visiting her for a couple of days.'

Her voice was like syrup. Sweet and golden. I couldn't just wander off without chatting to her a bit. Not that I had any hope of getting in to her knickers, but she was so delightful, so lovely, I had to hang around.

'Are you a trainee accountant?' I asked, pointing to the pile of paper work in front of her.

'No, I am just sorting it for my Gran, it's nothing.'

'Are you at college?'

'School?' Not today.

'School? How old are you, if I might ask?'

She looked quite serious all of a sudden. 

'Eighteen why?'

'Sorry, I must seem terribly nosey. People finish school at 16 in England, I just...'

The smile returned to her face just as I thought I had put my foot in it.

'Ah I see, no I go to high school. There is a college in Avignon.'

'OK, what are you studying?'

'Business studies and German.'

'Right, good. So what's the difference between high school and college?'

OK, well High school is like normal school but for 17 and 18 year old people. College is similar but more specialised subjects. Some people go to school and college or just college.'

'Oh, I think I get it, but it doesn't really matter!'

She looked at me as if I was stupid and continued to shuffle through the papers. 

'I'm going to get a beer, do you want one?'

'No. Thank you.'

'OK.'

'Actually, can you get me a fruit smoothie from the fridge?'

'OK. No problem.'

I don't know if she was typical but she had a rather off-hand manner. Abrupt almost, without actually being impolite. I don't know how to explain why, but it made her very appealing and sexy. She was so so sweet to look at, she actually needed a bit of an edge, in order not to dissolve in a pile of sugary goo! 

When I came back with the drinks she had stood up and was watering some flowers along the side of the house. She had a pink T shirt on and blue football shorts, her breasts jiggling playfully as she moved. Her legs and arms were nicely bronzed, although her face was only slightly tanned. She was also shorter than I had realised; about five feet five at most. I had just begun to chat to her again when the proprietress appeared around the corner with some shopping.

'Ah you have met Amelie then?'

'Amelie - what a beautiful name!'

The girl smiled. It was like such a smile, which I have never seen before. It sent shivers down my spine.

'You're very beautiful.' I said when her Gran had gone inside.

She blushed slightly.

'Thank you, it is nice of you to say so Sir.'

'Ah my name is Alex. I hope you didn't think I was being inappropriate but you are beautiful.'

'It is OK, but you don't need to say it.'

'I don't need to say what?'

'Inappropriate. It isn't inappropriate it is like a gentleman should be. Compliment the ladies.'

Shit, were all French girls like this? In England I would have been called a pervert ages ago! I was in a bit of a dilemma now. I couldn't go much further down the compliment route without making a pass at her and with me being 40 and she 18, that seemed futile, toned though I am. I could just continue the small talk or make my excuses and leave. A trilemma then, if you will.

'What do you do for nightlife round here?'

'Nothing, there isn't any nightlife.'

'Seriously, but you're 18.'

'Oh yes, I go to Avignon every other Friday. There are night clubs and cinemas and bars - that's good.'

'Not today then?' 

It was a Friday and I kind of hoped she was staying put.

'No, not while I'm with my Gran. Why do you ask?'

'Oh no reason.'

The serious look reappeared. At the same time she for no apparent reason pulled the hem of her T shirt down, making her tits push against the fabric. I couldn't help but look. They were fabulous. 

'It's hot isn't it!' I said, continuing the small talk.

Yes, I might go to the pool.'

'Oh!' 

'Ha ha, why "Oh?" You going to take a dip too?'

'Erm...well I might. It doesn't say there is a pool in the brochure for this place.'

'No, it is a private one. I might go au naturelle. Would you have a problem with that?'

This was an interesting development. 

'Can I just clarify, because as you can tell, my French isn't perfect. You intend to bathe with no clothes?'

'Yes.'

'No, that's fine.'

'You are funny!'

I was almost shaking. I have this problem where I get this awful trembling when I get sexually excited. I did my absolute best to supress it. Amelie picked up the sheaf of papers.

'I'll just take these inside and I'll show you the pool.'

She was back a few seconds later and walked purposefully up the hill a little way and along a path I hadn't noticed, with a big green gate at the end. She fumbled around some over turned plant pots and produced a key.

'Secret key. Shhh.'

She opened the gate with a loud 'clank' and locked it behind us. I followed her round a large cypress hedge and there in front of us was a large blue swiming pool, the sun glinting on it like little sparkling diamonds.

'It can't be seen from anywhere.' Amelie said as she pulled off her T shirt. 

My cock began to grow rapidly as I looked at her pink, lacy bra. I nervously unfastened my combats as she unfastened her bra. Her tits were just amazing. They just quivered and jiggled. I don't know what her cup size she must be, D, E or maybe F. I didn't care they were just wondrous. She pulled her shorts down to reveal neat blond pubes and with me down to my boxers, it was evident I had a huge hard on. 

'Are you going to take those off?'

'I'm sorry for the you know what!'

'Don't worry, it will go.'

'I wouldn't bank on it.'

She laughed and dived in to the pool. I jumped in and found to my surprise how uncomfortable it is to swim with a hard on. The whole thing just seemed unreal. I ended up just splashing around a bit but Amelie was swimming up and down the pool and doing flips like a regular little mermaid. 

When she seemed to be contented with her swim, she got out sat on a deck chair under a large parasol. I got out and although my cock had virtually dwindled by now, it started to grow again. Amelie just laughed and complimented me I guess.

'At least it is a good one.'

'Thanks, I'll get dressed, that might help.'

'It is up to you.'

'Say, what if you're Gran was to come and see us, I would get kicked out!'

'My Gran -- come to the pool?! I don't think so. I've probably seen her here once. Forget that.'

'OK.'

'Anyway we're not doing anything wrong.'

'No, it's good if you feel comfortable to take your clothes off in front of people. It's a new experience for me.'

'I am not a naturist, I just like to swim with nothing on.'

'Yes, I see.'

'Anyway, I have to go to pick some figs for the supper, do want to come? I have to fill two buckets and it will be quicker if you help me.'

'Yes, count me in.'

So, she put her clothes back on and we went to pick figs in the orchard. These were great big plump beauties, which just came away from the tree without much effort. We picked the fruit quietly and she thanked me politely when I carried both buckets to the kitchen. I felt like thanking her for showing me her body, but I thought better of it. I went for a shower and found that my groin was aching. I was concerned that I was going down with something, but decided it was from all the excitement witnessed by more poor dick. I was going to relieve myself, but ended up having an early evening nap. 

There were about 10 people for dinner, which doesn't start till 8pm in these parts and we had the figs for dessert - warm with fresh water melon and brown sugar. Some people were eating them like no bodie's business, but on Amelie's advice I just had one or two. They were nice though. The evening became night and I went to bed with a totally surreal feeling. I thought about Amelie in her bed. I wondered if she masturbated. Did she use her fingers or a toy? She might have a boyfriend for all I knew, although I imagined she would be hard work. 

The next day was another hot one. I spent much of the morning walking along the river, which takes a circuitous route to the lovely village of Bedoin and from there I bought some provisions and did a bit of a hike up the foothills of Mt. Ventoux. There were lots of butterflies and grasshoppers and I could have kicked myself for not bringing a camera. I'm not much of a photographer anyway, but the memories are nice. I came back in the late afternoon somewhat tanned. I went to the pool again and although I managed to find the key to get in, there was no sign of Amelie, which was disappointing. I saw her again at dinner and as this was my last night, I went to bed feeling a bit deflated. 

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling really thirsty. My room was at the bottom of some stone steps leading from the kitchen at the back of the house. I crept up stairs and helped myself to a glass of water from the fridge. I turned round to go back to bed and Amelie appeared in the kitchen. She was wearing a white shirt and little striped shorts. 

'Oh! You made me jump, you thirsty too then?' I asked

'Yes, I think it is the anchovies we had for the starter.'

'Yes, I bet that's it. OK, well... sleep well.'

'Where is your room?'

'My room! Down there.'

I pointed down the steps.

'Oh, I've never seen in that room, is it nice?'

'Yes, I would show you, in the morning but I'm leaving tomorrow.'

'Oh, I see. OK then.'

Amelie looked so lovely. The light from the moon was coming through the kitchen window and lit up her sweet little face. She seemed to look really crestfallen that I was going the next day. 

'Unless, you want to have a quick look now?'

'Yes, I'm awake now, I don't want to go back to bed yet.'

My cock began to unfurl as I walked down the cold steps with her and showed her into my room. By the time I was inside he was fully erect and had poked right through my boxers. Amelie looked down and smiled one of her enchanting smiles.

'I know, it's happening again!'

'I've seen it before.'

'They were different circumstances though.'

'Alex, there is something you should know. I am a virgin. I am not ready yet, but I would like to make you happy.'

'Oh Amelie, you are such a little sweetheart'

'What is sweetheart?'

'I don't know the French word for it, but believe me you are one. Sort of cute and beautiful.'

'That's a lovely thing to say.'

'Amelie?'

'Yes.'

'Would you take your top off?'

She looked at me and pulled her shirt off. I stood behind her and cupped them in my hands. They were amazingly soft. Squishy but fulsome. My dick was pressing against her bottom and I rubbed against her until I was sure I was going to explode. She turned round and held my cock in her left hand and began to rub the foreskin back and forth. I held her against me and caressed her butt cheeks in my hands and rubbed my cock against her mound, and after just a few seconds I ejaculated all over her shorts. She gave me a little kiss on the lips and took her shorts off, which were completely written off. 

'Thank you Amelie, I needed that.'

'It's OK.'

'My cherie, do you want to sleep with me?'

'To sleep?'

'Of course to sleep. I just want to cuddle you.'

'OK then. That would be good.'

So, we went to bed together. Me and a beautiful 18 year old blonde French girl. I cuddled and fondled her. She also let me suck her nipples. You couldn't make it up. Yes, of course I would have given anything to have made love to her, but I didn't. She said if I go back in the spring she might let me take her virginity, if she hasn't lost it already. A strangely frank young lady, is Amelie. I don't think I have ever met anyone less cynical. I hope she remains so. Obviously, I can't wait for the spring.

Amelie Meets Her Lord and Lady



"You must Be Amelie," said the lady in the suit. "I am the housekeeper and this is cook. We have been asked to look after you, dear. Fred be an absolute darling and carry Amelie's bags up to her room." Without waiting for Fred to reply, assuming he would comply, she put an arm around the new girl invited her to join them for a cup of tea and some cake. "We eat our dinner after those upstairs have finished, so tuck in now." After that I shall take you to meet Her Ladyship. You may or may not meet His Lordship today, but they are both very kind. They are strict and expect the best at all times, but they are fair and kind."

"I do feel rather nervous," replied Amelie, somewhat overcome by the warm welcome, "but I am excited too." "Don't you worry, Amelie, you will be fine. My Lady asked me to reassure you. Anyway, you will meet her soon. I am to take you up to her boudoir. I shall just ring through to make sure and then we can go up."

Amelie stares in wonder at the opulence of the place as she is taken up to the ground floor and then up another floor along a wide corridor. Finally housekeeper stops and knocks on a very heavy looking wooden door. "Enter!" came a strong but rather feminine voice.

Her Ladyship was reclining on a chase lounge dressed in an elegant full length gown showing a delightful décolletage with one shoulder and most of that breast exposed. Sitting a little way off was a fine looking gentleman, somewhat older than the lady, dressed casually in what was clearly expensive clothing, and sitting in a huge armchair.

"Come in young lady. Thank you housekeeper that will be all, we shall call when we want you." Housekeeper gave me a reassuring smile and left the room quietly. I was standing in the centre of the room feeling scared. The Lord, for that is who he turned out to be, was looking me up and down as though he would have me then and there. The Lady was well aware of this and, far from being upset, was rather pleased. In fact, and to my surprise for I had not yet tasted the joys of another woman, Her Ladyship seemed as interested in my body as was His Lordship. 

"Turn around gal, let us see you properly," said her Ladyship. I immediately knew what she wanted and felt suddenly excited. I felt a tingling in my pussy and rather liked what seemed to be happening. I turned round very deliberately and very slowly. As I did so His Lordship got up and joined Her Ladyship on the chase lounge. As soon as he stood up I notice the enormous bulge in his trousers. He clearly saw that I had noticed but was not in the least embarrassed and made no attempt to hide the fact. Rather he made a point of grabbing his cock through his trousers and giving it something of a tug and making sure I watched as he did so.

It was at that precise moment that I knew what life would be like and that I would have fun. I was not sure yet about Her Ladyship, but I was definitely curious. As it turned out I was absolutely right about the lusty Lord and that his Lady was the same. I soon found that my curiosity was to take me down roads that would bring delights I had never dreamed about.

Very little was said that related to a job interview. The position was mine and daddy had explained everything to his contact who had revealed more about me to His Lordship than I was aware that daddy knew, including my rapidly blossoming sexuality. Strangely this did not upset me in any way at all. After the reassurance I had received from housekeeper and the manner in which these delightful but vey raunchy nobles were treating me I felt really comfortable. 

"OK, Amelie," said the Lord in a very gently voice, "take orf that coat and sit down while we get to know each other." I removed my coat and placed it over a chair. I was wearing a dress that covered everything but left little to the imagination. I stood within touching distance of my new employers and turned very slowly. Her Ladyship reached for my hand and pulled me down onto her lap. Like I just said, I had never been with a woman, in fact my little tryst with Jack was the only sex that felt worth the effort. Yet I fell back into her arms and let her kiss me full on my lips with no hesitation whatsoever. When I felt a very masculine hand on my thigh, rather than resist, I hitched up my dress to give better access. At the same time I opened my lips to receive Her Ladyship's tongue. 

I must say that the first kiss from My Lady took me by surprise. Her lips were so soft and gentle yet incredibly persistent. When I felt the soft warmth of her delicious tongue I almost came on the spot. At the same time the hands of My Lord were strong but gentle and when his fingers reached my panties I found myself unable to resist. I didn't want to resist. I pushed my pussy up to meet his ministrations and put my hand on My Lady's beautiful breast. She assisted by releasing her breast from her dress and putting my fingers on her nipple. At the same time, and only half aware of what I was doing I pulled aside my panties to show My Lord my freshly shaved pussy. He put his face between my thighs and immediately began to gently lick my pussy lips.

To this day I do not know how the next thing happened but My Lady had my head cradled in her bounteous bosom, both breasts now fully exposed, and had opened my dress all the way down the front and removed my bra. She was fondling my beasts in a most delightful way as she kissed me more passionately than anything I had experienced in my life. My Lord, the man who was to become the idol of my life, had removed my panties and I had one foot up on the back of the chase lounge, the other on the floor and he was kneeling before me devouring my sex.

His head was buried between my soft thighs and his lips and tongue played my pussy like a maestro on a Stradivarius. He pulled on my pussy lips with his teeth in the most exquisite way one could imagine. Then he played his tongue inside my pussy lips and flicked it across my clit several times. I would gasp with excitement and My Lady would kiss me harder and pull my tits as My Lord would push his tongue deep into my cunt. This went on and on and on for what seemed like an eternity. Oh that feeling of my first such encounter. I am starting to cum right now as I recall those sensations too numerous and varied to count. I have to halt my pen as I allow the orgasm to take hold and return me to that moment of bliss.

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Eventually we did change positions. My Lady was sucking on My Lord's gorgeous cock. At that time I had seen very few cocks but his was the biggest and the best. As My Lady sucked off My Lord, My Lord kissed my lips, the lips on my face that is, while My Lady had her fingers deep in my cunt moving in and out at first slowly and gently but then faster and faster. Suddenly I came with a great gush like nothing I had ever experienced. I had heard about female ejaculation but never believed it. Now it was happening to me. As I gushed My Lord came and My Lady swallowed every drop of his precious liquid before kissing me again and sharing with me the remnants of My Lord's cum. We lay panting and exhausted for some time. I have no idea how long we remained like that but I suddenly realized something.

"My Lady," I cried in excitement, "You have not cum yet. May I please lick your pussy and see if I can bring you to an orgasm as wonderful as the one you have just given me?" "Oh my darling Amelie, she replied, "What a lovely gal you are. Of course you may tongue fuck my cunt I really need that right now." My Lady lay back on the chase lounge with her legs much as mine had been not long before. I got down on my knees as My Lord had done for me and tasted my first pussy other than my own from my fingers. Oh it was so nice and I couldn't get enough. What I lacked in experience I made up for with enthusiasm. My face was buried in My Lady's pussy as her inner thighs caressed my cheeks. My lady held my hair but in a very gentle way, guiding my inexperienced actions. My tongue ran the length of her pussy lips, so very swollen from all the arousal. He pussy was very wet and her clit stood up from its hood like a mini cock. It was so exciting! 

I put my hands on her tummy, reaching up for her luscious tits. With my tongue I opened her hot, wet lips and found her hole. I pushed my tongue deep into her cunt and she groaned so loudly as she lifted her hips up and pushed my face down. This was my first taste inside a cunt. It was strange, a little salty, but I couldn't get enough and knew then and there that whatever else I might be I was definitely a pussy lover!

I sucked on her clit as I brought one hand down to her pussy, ramming my thumb into her so very wet cunt. My Lady let out a yell which took me by surprise but I kept a grip of her clit with my teeth. I brought my other hand down to her cunt and had both thumbs in her cunt as I alternated between sucking her clit with my lips and tongue and biting and pulling it with my teeth. 

At that point My Lord chose to join in again. His cock had gone all floppy after My Lady had sucked him off and he was resting. I was so engrossed in my ministrations to My Lady that I had forgotten him. "You look simply divine kneeling to my wife with your bottom in the air and your cunt juices running down your legs. It's time for me to introduce you to Roger here! I had never heard a prick referred to as 'Roger' before but the tone of My Lord's voice made it very clear that he was going to fuck me. 

The first thing I felt was a hand on my bottom, a big hand. Then I felt his other hand, each cradling my bottom cheeks as though weighing them. Then one hand was gone and I felt what had to be the head of his enormous cock playing with my pussy lips and my clit which by now must have been as big as that of My Lady. Next thing and without warning he smacked my bottom really hard and thrust that big prick deep into my cunt!

The effect on me was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I had an instant orgasm that shook my whole body and cause me to bite rather hard on my Lady's clit I expected her to be angry but it drove her over the edge and she gushed into my mouth as I had gushed earlier. I couldn't believe the sensation and while I gush often now nothing has so far compared to that day. As I was cumming and cumming, and as My Lady was cumming and cumming My Lord gave an almighty scream and came too, sending shot after shot of his noble cum deep into my receptive cunt. We all fell down on each other totally exhausted and I was given the job! I was appointed personal chamber maid to my precious Lady with some special duties with my lovely Lord!



Amelie's Power Play



I was on a plane back home. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I wondered what it would be like. I was especially curious to see if anything would change between me and my sister, Amelie. 

My parents were sports freaks, and had named both of us after athletes: me for the great Terrapin, Tahj Holden, and Sis for the tennis player Amelie Mauresmo. It only took in her case, though. Growing up, even though I was 2 years older, she had always been bigger and stronger than me. She was also smart, skipping both 5th and 7th grade to catch up with me before we entered high school. 

We had then both gone off to college. I joined the Navy reserves while I was there [funny what a strong incentive $10,000 per year towards your tuition is], and had done my 4 years in the reserves while studying computer science at the University of Miami-Florida. Despite being 3,000 miles away from home [Santa Barbara, CA] I managed to enjoy myself. Amelie had chosen to attend Northwestern. Her major was engineering. We wrote real letters and shared e-mail, but hadn’t seen each other since we both left for college. Neither one of us had time for romance: studying took priority. CS and engineering both take a lot of time and effort, as we had discovered!

When I graduated high school, I had been a 5’8", 120-pound bookworm. Amelie was 5’10" [and still growing – she was only 16] and 170 pounds of solid muscle. The Navy and the P.E, classes I took had added 40 pounds to my frame – plus I had learned the techniques of kick boxing and kara-te while in college. I figured if it came to a test of strength, Sis couldn’t boss me around anymore. Previously, it had been nonstop "fetch my drink, make my bed, answer my phone, cook me dinner, hand me my shoes…" to the point of driving me crazy! 

I found myself wondering whether she had tried that same style in college. She hadn’t said she did in her letters, but that wasn’t the type of thing she would admit to me, I figured. Well, I would have a chance to ask her soon enough. My flight would arrive a day before hers, so we would see each other tomorrow if all went well. At that moment, the flight attendant’s voice broke into my thoughts. "We will be landing in 15 minutes. Please place your seat-backs in the upright position and fasten your seat belts as we prepare for descent."

The drive home was uneventful, and I slept in the next morning. My job was already lined up – a position at UCSB, in the engineering department, so I had no worries. In the meantime I would have 2 months of summer to relax. Sis was also going to put her skills to use at UCSB, as a researcher, and we had agreed to share an apartment in the area beginning in September to save on expenses. After a leisurely breakfast, I decided to hit the pool in the back of the house for some laps. I was just completing a warm-up set of 8 laps when Amelie arrived home. I was so wrapped up in my swimming that I didn’t hear Sis approach.

"Hey, bro!" she called out playfully. Startled, I jumped almost out of the pool before spotting her, standing on the left side and looking me over carefully. "Hiya, sis!" I said. "Jump right in, the water’s fine." 

"College life agreed with you," she said, examining my physique with her eyes. My tight bathing suit didn’t conceal much of my body. "You’re a fine hunk of man, no longer a bookworm." "Uh, thanks," I said, not expecting her to comment so frankly on my body. "You look pretty good yourself."

Amelie had grown another 2 inches at least, as she was a good 6 feet tall. She looked like she’d added more muscle to her frame, too. She was wearing a pale blue bikini, medium-sized. Her calf muscles were rock-hard and diamond-shaped, while her thighs could have choked a tiger. Her arms were well-muscled as well, and her chest was very firm. Her stomach was flat as a washboard. "Thanks for noticing, bro," she said. "I worked out 4 days a week at school for an hour a day to stay in shape."

She jumped in the pool and swam over to where I was resting. "Want to race, bro?" she asked. "I know you’re a bit tired, so I’ll do 10 warm-up laps while you rest. Then we’ll be even." "What sort of a race?" I asked. "40 laps, freestyle," she said. "Loser has to do the breakfast dishes." Since only a few dishes were in the sink, losing didn’t really matter, and I was confident I could beat her in a distance swim anyway – I regularly had to swim 5 miles as part of my Reserve training. 40 laps would only be a mile and a quarter. "Sounds good to me," I said. 

After she had done her 10 laps to warm up, we braced ourselves against the wall. "On three," she said. In unison, we counted off. "One to get ready… two to get set… [suiting the action to the word]… and THREE!" For the first 20 laps, we were evenly matched. Then Amelie started increasing the pace, slowly but steadily. I was getting more and more tired trying to keep up with her, and she didn’t even seem to be breathing hard. With about 5 laps left, she put on a burst of power that left me in her wake. In spite of my best efforts, she beat me by almost a full lap. I was astounded by her performance. 

"Wow!," I said after catching my breath. "How’d you do that?"

"I told you I’d been working out," she said. "And by the way, I did the dishes when I came in, so you’re off the hook."

I looked into her brown eyes. Her lovely face was framed by wavy black hair that came down to her shoulders. "That was nice of you," I said. 

She looked back at me, into my dark-brown, almost black eyes, studying my face, capped by Navy-style short black hair, and said, "You’re very welcome. It’s good to see you again."

"You really surprised me," I said. "I thought with swimming, I finally had something I was better than you at."

"You know you’ll never out-physical me at anything," Amelie replied teasingly. "I may be your younger sister, but you’re my little brother."

"Izzatso?" I said. "I didn’t read in any of your letters that you were studying martial arts. Technique counts for more than size, you know." 

"You want to take me on in a wrestling match?" she said. "That ought to be interesting. Let’s dry off, go to the basement and test out your theory."

"What about Mom & Dad?" I asked. "What if they see us?"

"They’re going away for the summer," she said. "Didn’t they tell you? Dad’s been saving for years, and he and Mom left this morning for 3 months in Tahiti. We’re on our own. In 2 months we move in together, remember? Dad figured we’d better get used to each other."

"OK," I replied. "Wrestling it is."

10 minutes later, still in our swimming outfits, the basement was covered with 4-inch-thick padded mats so we couldn’t hurt ourselves as we prepared to wrestle. We took positions in opposite corners. "Ready?" I called out. "As I’ll ever be," replied Amelie. "Here we go," I said, "on three, OK? One! Two! Three!"

We carefully circled each other, watching for an opening. I thought I saw one and got Amelie in a clutch from behind. However, her incredible muscles ripped my arms from around her as she easily broke free. "You have to do better, Tahj," Amelie taunted. "I’ll get you next time!" I said, as she charged toward me. Using my kara-te training, I used her momentum to flip her onto her back and jumped on her as she lay on the ground, going for the pin. 

I leaned all my weight onto her as I tried to grab her arms. Suddenly, her leg caught my ankle, flipping me over as she grabbed both my wrists with one hand. With the other, she held my chest down and easily pinned my shoulders to the mat. I struggled to escape, but her legs formed a scissor hold around mine and I couldn’t move. "I give," I called out. 

"You’ll do more than that, bro," she said. "I’m going to knock you out with my thighs. Then I’ll knock you out with my arms. I have big plans for you and want to show you who the boss is around here." "What sort of plans?" I asked in a shaky voice. "I think you have a lovely body," Amelie replied. "I love the extra muscle you gained from the Navy. I know just what I want to do with it. But first things first." My brain was still trying to come to grips with her words when she placed my head between her thighs. One powerful squeeze of her muscles, and I was out.

A few minutes later, I came to. Amelie was leaning over me, her breasts, covered only by her tiny bikini top, practically in my face. "You’re awake," she said. "Time for lesson number two. I could kill you with my muscles, you know." "I believe you," I said. "You’re much stronger than I thought." "Don’t worry, little brother," she said. "I would never even think of doing it. But I do plan to make you mine in all respects." With that, she clamped her arm around my neck and squeezed tightly. In seconds I was unconscious again.

When I came to, I was lying on something soft. My sister was lying next to me. At that moment, what she said earlier struck me with full force. "Uh, sis?" I asked. "What did you mean when you said you knew what you wanted to do with my body?" I was still somewhat woozy from her display of muscle power in the basement. 

"Wake up, Tahj," Amelie said. My eyes started to focus fully. I realized I was lying on her bed. Then I realized she had removed my swim trunks. I started to cover myself with my hands. "Uh-uh!" she said, snatching my wrists and pinning them down. "You won’t need your clothes this summer. Or any other time." I looked at her and saw that she, too, was naked. "I thought I made it clear who was in charge a few minutes ago," she said firmly. "Or would you care for another demonstration?" I shook my head.

"Good," she said. She put both my wrists into one of her hands and kept me pinned, while her other hand started running over my body in a very sensual manner. I came to a sudden realization. "You can’t do this, sis," I said. "We’re brother and sister! That’s not right!"

"It doesn’t matter," she said. "Besides, what are you going to do about it?" I realized that I had no choice in the matter, with her powerful arms and muscled legs holding me prisoner. "That’s what I thought you said," she responded tauntingly. "Now lie back and relax."

I had one last card to play: out-intelligence her. "Your pulchritude level has increased greatly in the last 4 years," I observed. My last hope was dashed when she replied, "I know. A lot of boys thought I was beautiful in college, but I knew I wouldn’t be dating any of them. My senior year of high school, I knew you’d be mine."

My reeling brain went into shock again. "You’ve had a crush on me for that long?" I asked incredulously. "More than a crush, Tahj," she replied. "In case you’re too shell-shocked to remember, we grew up together. I was fully in love with you by the age of 15. I knew I just had to wait patiently and my chance would come."

I couldn’t believe it. "Chill, bro," Amelie said. "You’ve admitted I’m lovely, we know each other well, and I care deeply about you. Most men would kill to have a woman like me in their lives, so relax and enjoy the ride." She leaned over me, thrusting her firm breasts into my face. "Now suck on these," she ordered.

I had no choice. I opened my mouth and Amelie thrust her breasts forward, forcing her nipple against my tongue. I started swirling my tongue around it, sucking hard as I did so. "Mmmmmm," Amelie said. "You do good work." I switched my attention to her other breast. She responded with a moan of pleasure.

Suddenly, she pulled back. Still holding me down with her hand, she pivoted her body and lowered her pussy onto my face. I obediently started licking her slit up and down. Finding her swollen clit, I put my tongue on it and began circling. Her body started shuddering as she climaxed violently, sending a flood of juices onto my face. "Oooooh, yeah!’ she said. "Keep going! That’s so good!" She locked her thighs around my head, giving me no choice in the matter.

She reached down and began to stroke my dick, gently running her hand up and down the shaft. I could feel myself getting hard as she started playing with my balls with her other hand, massaging them with her fingertips. "That’s it, baby," she said. "Your muscles don’t compare to mine, but you’re big where it counts." She leaned down and took the tip of my dick into her mouth, flicking her tongue delicately over the head. I started squirming with pleasure as she began sucking me deeper into her mouth. "I think you’re ready," she proclaimed. 

I couldn’t believe it. My sister was going to, in effect, rape me. I begged her not to go that far. "Please, sis," I said, "don’t make me do this. What if I knock you up? This isn’t right!" She laughed and said, "I’m on the Pill. And how do you think you’re going to stop me? I own you now, bro. I will use you at my whim, for anything I desire."

My last resistance was broken by her flat declaration. She flipped over and lowered her pussy onto my swollen dick. I could do nothing about it as she rode me like a horse, sliding her powerful body up and down. She climaxed several times, taking her pleasure from my helpless body. Finally I was at the point of no return. She clamped her legs around me so tight I thought she would cut me in half as we orgasmed together, her hot juices mixing with my spurting fluid.

I was too exhausted to move as she climbed off of me and lay next to me in the bed. "That wasn’t too bad, was it now?" she asked teasingly. I was too stunned by what had happened to reply. Finally I managed to say, "Well… it did feel good… but—" "She cut me off at that point. "See, I told you you’d like it. Being my slave isn’t a bad thing at all. Now let’s get in the shower and clean up."

Since then, she has been my loving mistress. I’ve long since adjusted to the fact that she’s also my sister. I serve her every need with love and devotion.