0 comments/ 259956 views/ 109 favorites Ample Anna By: epiphany65 Chapter 1 My parents' divorce came as no surprise to me. For months I had watched as their fights had escalated and became more frequent. Eventually it came to the point that I actually hoped they would get divorced, rather than fearing it like I once had. The night my mother came in my bedroom to give me the news I knew what she was going to say even before she spoke. "Chris, I have something to tell you." she said. Her hands trembled and I could tell that she had been crying. "I know," I interjected "you and dad are splitting up. Mom nodded, then began sobbing. That was over four years ago and seems like another lifetime to me. A few months after my eighteenth birthday my mother re-married. She began dating a guy named Robert -- whom everyone called Bob. They had been dating for almost two years when he asked her to marry him, on Valentine's Day no less. Mom could barely contain her excitement that night when she came home to tell me the news. I was very happy for her and had been expecting this for months. Bob was a nice guy and treated me well, but most importantly he treated my mother well. I couldn't remember her ever seeming so happy when she was with dad. Bob was also good to me, so I never went through the usual "you're not my dad -- you can't tell me what to do" phase with him. We got along well and he welcomed me as part of the family. Bob had a twenty-one year-old daughter, Anna, who lived with him. She had been living with her mother, but I guess that never worked out. I never knew why and didn't ask; it was none of my business. I felt like an interloper once mom and I moved in with them so I did my best to stay under Anna's radar. I could not help but notice how pretty and sexy Anna was though. She was shorter than me, about 5'5 I guessed, with short thick black hair, hazel eyes, full lips that always seemed moist and a lush hourglass figure. To some, Anna might have seemed somewhat overweight, but I loved her cushiony ass and thighs. I imagined sliding between them as I lay atop her, grabbing handfuls of her pendulous breasts. Anna had a job as a waitress at a nice restaurant in town. That, and her social life, kept her busy so she and I had little interaction at first. But most nights after going to bed images of her filled my mind as I tugged at my swollen cock. I was sure to see her during breakfast and supper, and that time around her was enough for me to be able to store up enough mental images to replay in my mind later at night. One Saturday evening a few weeks after mom and Bob had gotten married they went out to dinner at the restaurant where Anna worked. I went up to my room to search for porn online. I nearly shot straight out of my chair when I saw Anna leaning against the doorway to my room a half hour later, arms folded under her breasts as she watched me. She laughed at my reaction, then walked in and sat down on my bed to my left. I quickly loaded another webpage before she could discover what I had been looking at. "Looking at porn, huh?" she surmised with a snicker. Fear must have showed on my face because she gave me a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling. "Don't worry, I won't tell your mom or dad." She sounded sincere and I was grateful. I gave her a guilty stare, but never admitted that she was right. Anna was wearing a knee-length red paisley skirt and a blue tanktop. My eyes moved up her voluptuous thighs, then to her heavy breasts filling out the front of her top. My cock stiffened and I slid closer to my computer. Anna got up and walked over to a shelf to the left of my computer, her head tilting to the right as she read the titles on the spines of my CD cases. "Would it be okay if I borrowed some of your CDs sometime?" she asked, glancing towards me. "Sure." I told her, eager to do whatever it took for us to become closer. "Cool." she squeaked, then resumed scanning the jewel cases, row by row. Anna picked out a few CDs and tossed them behind her on the bed, then sat down to look them over. After a few minutes she looked up at me, seeming puzzled. "So you're my brother now, huh?" "Yeah... step-brother." I corrected, expecting her to lament the fact. Anna frowned, resting her hands on her lap, still holding one of my CDs. "So I guess that makes me some kind of pervert then." she concluded as the corners of her fulls lips turned down. "What?" I blurted out, confused by her comment. Anna tossed the CD aside and leaned towards me, her elbows resting on her thighs. Her breasts shifted and I could see her cleavage down the front of her tank top. "You're cute, Chris." she said, almost whispering. I felt my face grow warm and my jaw go slack. "Oh... ahhh... thanks." I mumbled. "But, now that you're my brother I'm not allowed to think that," she continued, then paused "that would be incest." I cocked my head to one side, thinking, then gave it a quick shake. "No. Not just thinking that I'm cute -- that doesn't count, I don't think." "What counts then?" she prodded, seeming perplexed. My cock throbbed in my jeans as my mind filled with all sorts of lewd acts that would qualify as incest. "Lots of other things, I guess, but not just thinking that I'm cute." I assured her. Anna was silent for a moment as she thought it over, then she gave me a flirtatious smile. "Would letting you feel me up count then?" she asked with a foxy grin. My face felt like a furnace and my cock was pulsing in rhythm to my heart. "Ah... yeah, I think so." "Oh... okay." she replied, seeming satisfied with my answer. She leaned back on my bed, resting on her elbows. Now her tank top was pulled over her chest tighter and my eyes were glued to it. She crossed her legs, swinging her foot as her shimmering eyes met mine. "Having a little brother is going to be fun." she remarked in a soft, sexy voice. "Really? I... I thought that you didn't like me." I admitted. "No, silly -- not at all," she laughed, shaking her head "I was just sort of shy at first because I found you cute and well... look at me..." She lowered her head as a dismal expression crept over her pretty face. "I have," I blurted out before I could rein my words in. "Have what?" Anna asked. "Looked at you," I clarified "what's wrong with you?" Anna shot me a look of surprise, then took in a deep breath. "Let's just say I'm not supermodel material, Chris." she snapped. "I think you're pretty." I spat out, worried that I was being too honest. "You don't have to say it just because I said it to you." she scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "But I mean it. Besides, I probably shouldn't even think it, let alone say it." Anna's eyes widened as she raised her head, smiling. "It's okay. Someone told me that doesn't count as incest." I laughed. "What does?" Anna stood up and took two steps towards me. She took my hand from my lap and pressed it to her heavy right breast, hanging down inches before my face. I felt it move up as my fingers sank into her flesh through her top. It was soft and my hand suddenly seemed small as I cupped it. Her nipple swelled and I rubbed it with my fingertips. "I think this does." she grinned. I gave Anna's hefty breast a long, slow squeeze. Seconds later she eased away, then sat back down on the bed. She crossed her legs and leaned back once more, looking pleased. Her nipples were now two thick bumps, rising from her top. I was speechless, and for a while I was scared that I was going to cum in my jeans. Finally I calmed down some and was able to speak. "I don't think that counts either." I smirked. Anna let out a loud laugh, giving her head a shake. "You're as naughty as me," she observed "maybe we're related for real." I heard the sound of two car doors closing in the yard and spun my chair around. Anna lept up and went to look out the window. "They're home." she informed me. Maybe it was just guilt, or nervousness, but I assumed that Anna would leave my room before mom or her father could discover her there. Instead, she sat back down on my bed. This time sitting upright with her knees pressed together. "We're back." my mother announced, sticking her head in my room. I looked up and nodded. "Did you guys have a good time, Laura?" Anna asked. "Wonderful," mom said "we took your advice and ate at The Alcove." "Did they give you the family discount?" Anna asked. "No." "Next time tell them who you are; they'll give you ten percent off." Anna reminded her. "Great, thanks, Anna," mom told her "we'll be going to bed in a while. You guys have a good night." "You too." Anna and I called out in unison. While we listened to the sounds in the bathroom, waiting for my mother and Bob to go to bed Anna, and I talked about our mutual interests: music and movies. I was surprised to learn that our tastes were quite alike. I was also happy to discover that we had things in-common to discuss. Close to an hour later Anna stood up, stretching her arms and arching her back. I looked up and down her writhing body. She smiled as she relaxed her arms, noticing my eyes on her. "Time for bed." she announced. Anna stepped over to me and placed her hand on my right shoulder. She bent over and kissed my left cheek. I could feel her breasts on my back. They felt firm and moved a bit. "Sweet dreams, little brother." she whispered in my ear. "You too, sis." I grinned. Chapter 2 One thing I learned soon after mom and Bob got married was that he was an early riser. He was always the first one up every morning -- even on Saturdays and Sundays when he didn't have to work. That Saturday was no exception. By the time I finished my shower and got dressed Bob and mom had already been up for over an hour. He had finished breakfast and was reading the paper. Sitting across the table from Bob Mom was sipping her tea and chewing on a bagel. "Morning, honey." mom said. "Morning." I mumbled as I sauntered into the kitchen. Bob said something from behind his paper but I wasn't sure what. I pulled a bagel from the bag on the table and began buttering it. "So, what are you doing today?" mom asked. I shrugged, tearing at my bagel with my teeth. "Hanging out, I guess." "Bob and I are going to Hantsburg. There's a sale on plants and shrubs at a nursery there. Would you like to come?" I would have rather had my balls stapled to a chair than spend my Saturday looking at flowers. I shook my head. "No, that's okay." I told her, thinking I might have time alone to continue my porn search online. It was going on nine forty-five, but Anna was not up yet -- although that did not surprise me. She was not a morning person like her father. As I drank a glass of milk I thought about how she had let me feel her the night before. My cock twitched and I wondered if it would be a one time occurrence, or the start of something -- hoping for the latter, of course. About fifteen minutes later Anna joined us. As she walked to the fridge I followed her from the corner of my eye. She was wearing a knee-length pink cotton robe, decorated with tiny yellow flowers. It was tied tightly around her, hugging her body. I stared at the contours of her breasts as she reached over my left shoulder for a bagel. Glancing to my left I noticed Bob peering over his paper at her as she leaned over the table. Her breasts swayed beneath her robe and I could see her upper chest in her slightly open top. "Ready to go?" mom asked, prompting Bob to fold his paper and place it beside his coffee mug. "Oh... yeah... sure." he said, seeming flustered. Anna was behind me, leaning against the counter as she ate her bagel. I waved to my mom and Bob as they left, then drank the rest of my milk. I could hear Anna's bare feet padding across the kitchen floor as she came over to the table. She pulled a chair out and sat down to my right, crossing her legs. Her robe fell open and I could see almost all of her bare right leg. Her skin was smooth and dusky, making me wonder what the rest of her body looked like. She swung her bare right foot around as she observed me. "What's going on?" she asked. "Nothing. Just finishing breakfast." I told her. "I have to be at work at three." she said with a frown. "Till when?" "Probably close to midnight, if it's busy." "That sucks." I commented. "At least I make good tips on the weekends," she said "it's always busy then." Anna went to the fridge and poured a glass of orange juice. She gulped it down, then went to look out the back door into the yard. She stepped out on to the porch. "Come on out. It's beautiful out here." she called to me. I didn't especially want to go outside, but was willing to go wherever Anna was. Anna was leaning back against the railing, her hands braced against it on either side of her curvy hips. Her out-stretched arms had pulled her robe open some at the top. As I approached her I ran my eyes down the V-shaped opening in her robe to the tops of her breasts, now visible. They were round and smooth. I stared at them until her voice distracted me. "Like my robe?" she smirked. "Yeah... it looks good on you." I told her, hoping she would not notice my arousal. "Dad says I shouldn't wear it around the house," she began, then darted her eyes upwards as she smiled "but I know that he really doesn't mind that much." She gave me a cryptic grin. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Anna's eyes narrowed as they met mine. "Promise you'll never tell anyone? Especially your mom." Now I was really intrigued. "Yeah, I promise." I told her, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "Well, dad says I shouldn't wear this robe around the house, but he always seems to like it whenever I do." she said, almost whispering, as if someone might overhear her. "What do you mean?" I asked, quite sure that I knew what she was insinuating, but unable to believe it. Then I recalled how Bob had looked at her as she reached for a bagel earlier. "You know what I mean, Chris," she insisted "dad likes to check me out when I wear this, or other clothes too sometimes." "Wow... has he ever done anything?" I asked. "You mean like try to feel me up?" I nodded, growing even more aroused. "No," she replied, then paused as she shrugged "well, maybe a few times." "Really? What did he do?" My cock was swollen and throbbed. Anna let her arms fall to her sides. She fumbled with the belt of her robe, seeming nervous. Now the front of her robe was looser around her, revealing more of her upper chest. Her skin was dark and silky looking. I wanted to touch her. I was surprised that she wasn't wearing anything under her robe, or at least not a top. I wondered if she even had panties on beneath her robe. Her nipples had reacted to the morning breeze, swelling so they stood out from the cotton. "I mean it, Chris. You can never breathe a word of this to anyone. Dad would be in so much shit." Now she looked worried. "Don't worry. I don't want him to get in trouble. I like your dad. Plus he makes mom happy." "Okay, good," she said, sounding relieved "I guess it doesn't matter anymore now that he's married. He'll probably never look at me or anyone else ever again because your mom's got really nice boobs." I felt myself blush, but never replied. "Well..." she prodded, saying the word slowly as her eyebrows darted up. "Well what?" "Don't you think her boobs are nice? They're almost as big as mine." "I don't know," I said, my voice raising as I grew defensive "she's my mom." "So?" Anna countered. "So I don't notice things like that about her." I asserted with a glare. Anna let out a sharp laugh of disbelief. "Yeah, right." She rolled her eyes. Anna's skepticism was well-founded. There had been many times that both my eyes and thoughts had wandered while I was around my mother. There were also times that I found myself snatching furtive glances down the front of her blouse or dress when she was bending over. Occasionally when she hugged me my fingertips would wander down the side of her breast as we embraced. If my mother noticed, or objected, she certainly never indicated that. I pushed my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans and leaned against the side of the house, avoiding Anna's accusatory eyes. She pushed herself away from the railing. She moved over and stood beside me. Her shoulder brushed against mine. "You can be honest with me, Chris." I just told you my deepest secret -- about dad. I nodded, still not feeling compelled to do the same. Anna turned so she was leaning against the outer wall on her left shoulder, her eyes locked on my face, trying to read my expression. "Have you ever felt her up?" she asked, sounding gentle as she tried to coax the truth from me. "No." I exclaimed, looking at her in shock. "I bet you sneak peeks down her tops like dad does with me." Her voice was self-assured. Before I could fight it, a smile was manifesting on my face, although I don't know if it was at the thought of my mother's breasts or Bob leering at Anna's. "I knew it!" she exclaimed, sounding triumphant. I gave Anna an ashamed look as I raised my head. "Don't feel bad about it, Chris. You're a normal guy -- and your mom's pretty hot." I let out a nervous laugh. "Have you ever seen her naked?" she continued. "No. No way," I told her with an emphatic shake of my head, then thought for a second "has your dad ever seen you naked?" "No, just, like, in my bra and jeans, or a skirt once in a while -- that's the closest. Plus the times he's looked down my tops." "I've seen mom like that plenty too." I finally admitted with a smile. Anna turned, resting her back against the wall as she peered out at the yard. "You really are bad as me," she marveled "maybe we were related in another life." "You don't really believe in that reincarnation stuff, do you?" I scoffed. "Sure. Tibetan Buddhists proved it hundreds of years ago." she asserted. "So, I could have been, like, your brother in another life?" I questioned as my brow furrowed. "Sure, or my son." Anna shot me a suggestive look. "I don't know," I drawled "it all seems pretty weird to me." "I'll loan you a book sometime." she offered. I wasn't really planning on delving into Buddhism, but any more common ground that I could find with Anna would be beneficial I told myself. "I'm going to take a shower and get dressed. I'll be back down in a while." Anna told me. "Okay." I said, watching her turn to go back inside. While Anna was upstairs I kept myself occupied by watching television. I thought that she would be about a half hour, but it was twice that time before she joined me in the livingroom. When she walked in I was surprised to see that she was wearing a black skirt and white blouse that she wore to work. "I thought that you didn't have to be at work till three." "I don't," she confirmed "but I decided I may as well get dressed for it instead of changing again later." She dropped her purse on the coffee table in front of us. Her plan made sense. I nodded, my eyebrows darting up. Anna slid down on the sofa beside me, crossing her legs. She was wearing black stockings and I found they made her legs look very sexy. My cock twitched as I shifted about, trying to not to be too obvious about ogling her. Anna's arms were folded on her lap as she stared at the television and I noticed that she had applied nail gloss. The notion struck even me as odd, but Anna had nice hands I thought. Her fingers were long and her skin was smooth and looked soft, like she had never done a day of work in her life. Suddenly I pictured her fingers curling around my hard cock, stroking it as she gripped me. "So you're just going to hang out here all day?" she asked as she turned her head towards me. Ample Anna "Yeah." I breathed. "What about tomorrow?" she asked. "Probably the same." "How about we go to a movie?" she suggested "I don't have to work till seven." I frowned. "I can't afford it." "That's okay. I'll pay." she offered, waving her slim hand. "Gee, thanks, Anna, but that's okay." "Seriously, Chris," she insisted as she turned on the couch towards me "I'll me making good tips tonight and tomorrow night so I can afford it." "Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting her to spend her money on me. "I'm sure. I haven't been to a movie in ages. It'll be fun. What do you say?" "Thanks." I replied as I looked into her beaming face, feeling somewhat humbled. Anna slid closer until her right knee pushed into my left thigh. "Don't thank me. It's fun having a little brother to hang out with." I smiled, then my eyes moved down Anna's body. It seemed that she looked sexy no matter what she wore, and that was all-the-more true with her tight black skirt and blouse. She caught me looking and straightened her back, thrusting her chest out. Her blouse grew taught over her breasts. "So, with me around, does that mean you'll be checking out your mom less?" she teased. "I have a mother?" I quipped. Anna burst out laughing. She slumped towards me, her head resting on my left shoulder. I looked down at her, filling my nostrils with the scent of her shampoo. It smelled like flowers -- maybe lavender, I guessed. "So, you think this blouse will get me more tips?" she asked, arching her back once more. I stared as her breasts strained the thin, white cotton. My cock throbbed. "Unless you wait on blind people." "Or maybe this would be better." she suggested with a lewd giggle. Anna tugged at the buttons of her blouse. She undid the top two, then pulled her blouse open. Now I could see the upper half of her firm, rounded breasts, held firmly in a thin white bra. Between them was a deep cleft that I imagined my cock pushing into. "You should apply for a job at Hooters." I suggested, emboldened by her brash display. "I'm definitely equipped for it." she bragged. Anna cupped her breasts in her hands through her blouse, forcing them upwards so they rose from her bra. I felt almost dizzy with arousal as my cock throbbed in my jeans as I stared at Anna's large globes. I hoped that she would not look down to my lap. Her nipples swelled and pushed out from her blouse. She brushed her thumbs over them, then looked up to me. "Believe it or not, I'm not usually this slutty. Being around you makes me want to be naughty." "I'm not complaining." I assured her as my eyes widened. Anna reached up and kissed my cheek, then wiped her lip gloss from it. She leaned on my arm, wiggling down on the couch and folded her arms on her waist. I looked down into her open blouse. "We're going to have to behave ourselves when dad and your mom are around though." she reminded me,looking up with a serious expression. "I bet your dad would love to see you now though." I suggested. Anna giggled. "Yeah... I know he would," she replied "but he's seen this much before anyway." "More than this?" I pressed. "Like, me completely topless?" I nodded. Anna thought for a few seconds. "No, but there have been times that I've bent over in front of him with some tops on that I may as well have been topless." "Which tops?" I asked, eager to hear more details. "Be patient, little brother, you'll see them eventually." she said, giving my hand a squeeze. I drew in several deep breaths slowly as I wondered if Anna was referring to her clothes or her breasts. I could not remember ever being so horny in all my life. Anna took my hand in hers and pulled my arm around her shoulder. She squeezed my hand as it hung down, inches above her open blouse. "I haven't cuddled with a guy in so long." she remarked, sounding regretful as she wiggled closer to me. "Really? I thought that all the guys you know would want to." "Why? Because I've got big tits?" she snapped, her fiery eyes locking on mine. I gave her a chastened frown. "You're a guy, so you don't know what it's like, Chris" she spat out "but it's hard when all people notice about you are these." She cupped her breasts briefly for emphasis. "They don't care about what kind of person I am, or if I have feelings, as long as they can get their hands on my tits." I recoiled slightly, feeling very guilty and surprised by her tirade. Anna paused, then sighed. Once she had regained her composure she forced a smile in my direction. "I'm sorry. It's not your fault; you've been nice to me. I just get frustrated and fed-up sometimes with being disappointed and used." I gave Anna a quizzical look. "You know what the girls, and some of the guys, around here call me?" she asked. I shook my head. "No." "Ample Anna." I fought back a smile, then hated myself for it. Before I allowed myself to speak I collected my thoughts and took a deep breath. "Maybe you're looking at it the wrong way." I suggested. "How so?" she asked, turning to face me again, eyes narrow. I sighed. "Well, let's be honest -- you're stacked." I told her, then let out a nervous laugh. Anna found my candor amusing, much to my relief. She even blushed slightly, which I thought she was incapable of. "Maybe the girls call you that because they're secretly jealous -- who could blame them -- and the guys, although it's demeaning, mean it as a complament." Anna leaned back, allowing my words to sink in. "So I should take it as something positive?" she asked, looking confused. "Yes," I told her "even if they intend it to be insulting, hold your head up and remind yourself that you've got what they all want." Anna inhaled sharply and smiled. She threw her arms around my neck, pulling me tight to her. "Thank-you, Chris," she said, pressing her nose into my neck "no one has bothered to try to make me feel better about this. It always made me feel ugly." She pressed her full, moist lips to my cheek and kissed me hard. I placed my hands on Anna's shoulders and eased her away, looking into her damp eyes. "Anna, you are anything but ugly. You're Ample Anna and I wouldn't want you to be anyone else." I said in a slow deliberate tone. A tear rolled down Anna's left cheek and I feared that I had said something wrong. She heaved, biting her lower lip to stop it from trembling. "What's wrong?" I asked, thinking I had made the situation worse. Anna gave her head a brisk shake. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong, Chris," she said between sobs "you're wonderful." She collapsed into my arms once more. My hands were on Anna's arms, just above her elbows, as she sobbed. I felt her body quake as tears rolled down her rosy cheeks. She sniffled and looked up to me, wiping the back of her hand over her cheeks. I reached down and buttoned up her blouse. "Anna, I like you -- no matter how much skin you're showing." I told her, looking at her face. Anna wiped her wet eyes one more time, then brushed her hair aside. She licked her lips, then leaned into me. Her lips met mine as her hand slid around to the back of my head, urging me closer. I felt her tongue dart over my lips as I opened my mouth. Her full lips were supple and wet as they tugged at mine. My hand slid over her back, pulling her to me as we kissed. Her breathing had increased and I began darting my tongue out. Eventually we pulled away, staring at each other, breathing hard. "Wow..." she gasped, wide-eyed. I laughed, then nodded, licking my lips. "So, does that count as incest?" she asked, breaking the awkward silence. "It's getting closer." I answered. Anna slumped back on the sofa, looking up at me. "Let me know when I'm there." she whispered. I reached out and held Anna's left hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. She brought my hand up to her mouth and placed a kiss on the back of it, then pressed my palm to her chest, just above her left breast. "Feel my heart? You've got me excited, Chris." Her arm went limp at her side as I felt her heart pulse against my palm. "You're not the only one." I assured her. My hand slipped down towards Anna'a left breast. She did not resist as my fingers glided down over the swell of her firm mound. She looked down, watching as I cupped her fleshy mass, then smiled. "Has your dad ever done this to you?" I asked as I gave her breast a squeeze. Anna shook her head. "No. Never." Anna's breast felt wonderful in my hand. It overflowed from my palm as I held it. Then her earlier comments echoed in my mind. I pulled my hand away, feeling guilty. "Anna, you don't have to let me feel you to make you like you. I already do -- a lot." I told her. Anna leaned away from me, looking up with wide eyes. "I know. That's why I want you to." she said. Anna reached down to my hand and brought it up, holding it to her left breast again. She smiled into my eyes as she pushed it against her. "I like it when you touch me, Chris. It makes me feel sexy." "I like touching you because you're sexy." I countered. Anna giggled, making her breast move over my palm. "I wish I had met you years ago. Maybe you would have prevented me from making some mistakes." Her eyes fell towards the floor and she looked sad. "I would have been too young then," I reminded her "maybe I am now." Anna shrugged. "Young is good. Teenage guys are always horny; I bet you're no different." I blushed. Anna wiggled closer to me, wrapping her hands around my waist as she leaned on my chest. "Don't worry about our ages, or anything else," she whispered "just hold me." I did as Anna asked. We sat together on the couch, not talking, until it was close to when she had to go to work. "Crap, I should be going to work." she said, looking at her watch. Reluctantly, I pulled my arms from around her as she sat up, reaching for her purse. "Movie tomorrow?" she asked, standing above me as she tugged her purse strap over her shoulder. "You bet." I said. Anna gave me a relieved smile. "Cool -- then it's a date!" Before I could reply she leaned over, bracing her hand on my right shoulder, and kissed my cheek. She dashed out of the room even before I was able to close my gaping mouth. Anna had barely left the driveway as she walked towards the bus stop when I began missing her. Chapter 3 That Sunday I woke earlier than usual -- although not before Bob or my mother. I was filled with anticipation and arousal at the thought of going to a movie with Anna. Any time with her at this point, regardless of what we were doing, was welcome. As I stood in the shower, running a soapy hand over my hard cock I realized that I was falling in love with Anna. I froze, reflecting on my epiphany, as dread washed over me. Bob and my mother were already almost finished breakfast by the time I joined them in the kitchen. I poured a glass of milk and buttered a bagel while I spoke with them. When I heard the sound of the shower upstairs less than a half hour later I was surprised. I didn't expect Anna to make an appearance for a while yet. When she joined us she was not wearing her pink robe, but a knee-length pleated blue floral skirt and a purple tank top. She looked great, but she would have regardless of what she wore. "Morning, folks." she called out in an uncharacteristically cheery voice. "Morning." Bob and my mom replied. "Hey." I grunted, barely looking up from my bagel. I felt Anna's hand on my right shoulder as she reached over me for the bag of bagels. Her touch was soft, almost a caress, and her breast stroked the back of my head. I felt my body tense at her contact. "You're in a chipper mood." my mother remarked, looking up at Anna. "Yeah... I made a lot of tips last night." she explained. "So what are you going to do with your unexpected winfall?" Bob asked, lowering his paper. "Chris and I are going to a movie this afternoon." she explained as she closed the fridge door. Bob gave Anna a somewhat surprised glance, but never replied. Anna pulled a stool over towards the table. She sat down to my left, eating her bagel and drinking her juice. I forced myself to not look her way. Once she had finished her bagel she refilled her glass, then went to sit on the porch. I wanted to follow her, but decided otherwise. "Well, I've got flowers and shrubs to transplant." my mother said, as if thinking aloud. Bob shifted his paper, as if hiding from my mother. She stood up and reached across the table, tugging Bob's paper from his face. "Yes, that means you have to help me." she giggled. Bob sighed as he folded his paper, then dropped it to the table. I smiled to myself as I raised my glass to my mouth. By the time I was finishing my second glass of milk mom and Bob were going out to the garage to where she had left the bedding plants and shrubs. I followed them to the door, looking at Anna sitting on the top step. "What are they doing?" she asked. "Planting stuff." I said. Anna got up and came inside. She stood beside me as we watched Bob push a wheelbarrow behind mom towards the front of the house. Anna reached behind me and gave my ass a hard squeeze. I jumped and let out a surprised squeal. She giggled. "I've wanted to do that for weeks." she confessed. "Then why did you wait so long?" I asked, turning to her. Anna shrugged. "I wasn't sure you'd let me." "I'll let you do just about whatever you want." Anna gave me a devious smile. "You may live to regret saying that." she warned me. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass and gave it a hard squeeze. She jumped, then smiled. "There's a lot there to feel." she said. "It's nice." I told her as I ran my hand over her round ass. "Don't you mean ample?" she corrected with a laugh. I clutched her ass, pulling her to me until I felt my hard cock grinding against her left thigh. The feeling was wonderful as I moved my hips. Anna looked down between us, grinning. "Am I making my little brother horny?" she murmured. "Maybe a little." I admitted. "I doesn't feel so little." Anna was looking down between us while I rubbed my erection over her firm thigh. Now her hips were swaying. "We better be good." I told her as I pulled away. "They can't see us. I think they're out front." Anna took my hand and tugged at it, bringing me into the livingroom. She knelt on a green suede wingback chair, peering out the window at my mother and Bob as they dug a hole at the entrance to the driveway to plant a shrub. I stood behind Anna as she leaned over the back of the chair. Her round ass was pointed towards me, the shape of it and her hips were clearly visible, covered by her tight skirt. I took another step and placed my hands on her round hips, gripping them hard. Anna turned her head back towards me and smiled. Holding her by her wide hips I pressed myself against her cushiony ass, rotating my hips to rub my hard cock against it. I could feel the bulge in my jeans sink into her soft flesh as I pushed against her. "Mmmm... that feels so good." she moaned as she began to move her hips in a slow circle. My fingertips sank into her hips as I gripped her, humping her ass. Anna reached behind her and tugged at her skirt, pulling it up over her hips until she revealed a pair of red panties. I stopped moving and stared down at her exposed skin, then ran my hands over her bare hips. Her skin was hot and smooth, even better than I had imagined. "You feel so good." I told her. "Thanks." she breathed, her head lowered as she leaned over the chair. I could see the shape of her full lips, covered by her thin panties as she leaned over. I wanted to brush my fingers over them, to push into her, but was afraid she would not let me. I looked over her shoulder, out the window to Bob and my mother. I grew nervous, despite my arousal. "They could see us." I reminded her. Anna lifted her head to look out of the window, then turned to face me. "Daddy would be jealous if he saw you humping his little girl." Her voice was soft and filled with arousal. I wanted to haul Anna's panties down and shove my throbbing shaft in her waiting pussy. But I knew if my mother or Bob looked our way they would see us. I backed away from Anna. "We better stop, Anna. This is just too risky." Anna frowned, still looking back at me. She slid from the chair, causing her skirt to fall down, then turned towards me. She pulled me closer until my erection was pushing into the curve of her stomach. She looked down towards it. "But what about that? Don't you want some relief?" she asked, maybe offering. "Probably about as much as you." Anna moaned, clutching my hips and swaying hers. "Yes... I do. But I can only be good for so long, Chris." "We have to when they're around." I asserted, nodding towards the window. Anna twisted her body around to look out the window. Bob and my mother had moved up the driveway, planting flowers in a strip of soil they had turned up. "We don't have to be good -- we just have to make sure we don't get caught." Anna corrected. As I thought about what she had said Anna reached up under her skirt. She pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. I stared down the front of her top to her breasts as she bent over to pick up her panties. She stopped, then looked up at me with a smile. "Getting a good look, Chris?" I gulped, nodding. Anna picked her panties up from the floor then stood up. She tucked them into the front pocket of my jeans. "Hang onto these for me." she whispered. "Aren't you going to wear any to the movie?" I asked. "Should I?" she retorted, flashing me a bold look. Anna's question sent a surge of arousal through me as I thought about her doing her shift at the restaurant without panties beneath her skirt. "Have you ever gone without panties before?" I asked. Anna thought for a moment, then grinned. "Just around the house when I felt like teasing dad." she revealed. "Did he know?" Anna shrugged. "If he did, he never let on." "He doesn't know what he's missing." "Well, it's too late now." she sighed. "It's never too late." I corrected. Anna shook her head. "No, not now that he's married. I like your mom a lot and dad's really happy. I wouldn't mess with that -- even if I could." I smiled at my step-sister -- having gained even more respect for her. Anna glanced down at her watch. "We should probably be heading out for the movie soon." "Okay." Anna went out to tell her father and my mom that we were leaving. I waited in the yard until she returned, then followed her to her car -- keeping a safe distance in case mom or Bob were watching. As Anna drove I looked down to her parted knees. She looked over at me, smiling, then tugged her skirt up. "Better?" she asked, looking hopeful. "Getting there." I told her, hoping she would pull her skirt higher. "I'm afraid that will have to do for now." she told me "That's okay," I said "I love your legs." Anna grew shy and insecure looking. She blushed. "It's just that, well... I haven't shaved there in a while because no one ever sees it, so there's no point." "I don't care." I told her. "But I do." I decided to not argue with Anna. For the rest of the trip to the mall I sat quietly, staring out the window. After she found a spot in the underground garage I unfastened my seatbelt and looked over to her. I reached over and ran my hand up the inside of her silky right thigh. She shuddered and slid down in the seat as she opened her legs wider. When my fingertips disappeared under her skirt she grabbed my hand, gripping it hard. "No, Chris. I want to shave before I let you see me there." she pleaded, sounding sexy. "Just a peek." I insisted, pinching the hem of her skirt between my fingers. Ample Anna Anna looked out the car window. "Not here. We'll get arrested." "There's no one here. I told her, inching her skirt higher. Anna surveyed the garage once more through the window, then sighed. "Just a quick peek, okay?" "Okay." agreed. My heart raced and my cock throbbed as I pulled Anna's skirt up over her wide hips until I saw a thick patch of curly black hair between her open thighs. My hand was resting just below her navel as I stared wide-eyed, trying to make out her lips. Seconds later Anna's hand was on top of mine, pulling her skirt down. As she pressed down I felt my fingers being pushed towards her bush through her skirt. I curled my fingers under the hem until my middle one brushed over her wet lips. Anna gasped and her eyes grew wide. "You touched it." she exclaimed in a breathy voice. I ran my fingers over her wet lips again, feeling them seperate. She felt softer and more tender there than I could have imagined. "It feels so soft." My voice was deep with arousal. Anna let out a soft moan as she pushed her hips forward to meet my exploring fingers. "Has your dad ever touched you here?" I asked her, pushing harder. Anna shook her head. "No." she said, but I could barely hear her. I felt the tip of my middle finger slip in her and I pushed deeper. Anna gasped, opening her mouth wide. "Would you ever let Bob do this to you?" "I don't know -- maybe." Anna confessed, biting her lower lip. "Pull your skirt up. I ordered. Anna turned towards me, looking shy and tentative. "Show me, Anna." I insisted. Looking down, Anna drug her skirt up her thighs until it was gathered around her waist. We watched as my finger moved in and out of her. She was hot and tight and I could feel her give my finger a firm squeeze as it slid deep in her. I wanted it to be my cock. "Okay... stop, Chris. Please." she urged me a while later between heavy breaths. I pulled my finger from her, resting my palm on her rounded thigh as she tugged her skirt down, then looked out the window. Anna got out of the car and I followed behind her to the elevator. Despite there being other people around I was bold enough to let my hand creep over towards Anna during the movie. I rested it on her bare right leg, just above her knee, then slowly slipped it higher. She pressed her knee to mine as my fingertips grazed the soft tender inside of her thigh. I wanted to touch her pussy again, but decided that was too risky. Instead, I caressed her thigh while we stared at the flickering screen. Walking back to the car I trailed close behind. As she slid her key in the door lock to open it I grabbed her hips, pressing myself to her ass. Anna froze, then turned around. She was smiling. I ran my hand up her left thigh until it slipped under her skirt. I grabbed her bare ass, pulling her towards the bulge in my jeans. From the corner of my eye I saw a middle-aged couple walk by. They gave us a disapproving glare. Anna turned towards them, then pushed me away, giggling. "You're bad, Chris." she scolded with a grin as she drove us home. "Would you still like me if I wasn't?" I asked. "Yes, but you wouldn't be as much fun." As Anna drove I reached over and tugged her skirt up, brushing my fingers over the inside of her right thigh. She pretended not to notice, keeping her eyes on the oncoming road. "Did you guys have fun?" mom asked once we got home. Anna and I assured her that we did, smirking to ourselves. Mom was sitting on the couch beside Bob, reading while he watched a basketball game on television. Before I realized it Anna had disappeared upstairs. I went out to the kitchen to pour a glass of soda. A few minutes later Anna joined me. She pulled the glass from my hand and took a drink. I ran my hand up her left leg towards her thigh as she stiffed a giggle. She gave a silent nod with her head towards the livingroom, reminding me to behave. I nodded, running my fingers up the inside of her right thigh. She spread her feet further apart. Seconds later over Anna's left shoulder I saw my mother enter the kitchen. She stopped for a moment when she saw me and Anna. I snatched my hand away. Noticing the look on my face, Anna wheeled around towards my mother. "I... I thought I'd make a cup of tea." mom stammered, seeming flustered. Anna cleared her throat and backed away from me. She sat down at the table, still holding my glass of soda. Mom attempted to ask me questions about the movie while she made her tea but she seemed as nervous as I was. Once she had finished she retreated back to the livingroom. Anna shot me a wide-eyed look of shock. I nodded. "I'm going to go surf the Net for a while." I mumbled. "Porn?" she asked in a near whisper, sniggering. That evening when it was time for supper I told my mother that I was not hungry because I had filled up on popcorn and candy at the movie. All I wanted to do was hide in my room. Later mom appeared at my door. I instantly grew uncomfortable when she walked in. Never one to beat around the bush, mom got to the heart of the matter. "Chris, I don't know what I interrupted earlier in the kitchen between you and Anna, but you have to remember that she's your sister now and it's important that you two avoid even the perception of anything inappropriate." "I know mom," I blurted out "we were just talking and..." "It doesn't matter what you were doing. I'm not here to ask -- all I wanted to make clear was that..." Over mom's shoulder I saw Anna step towards my door. When she saw mom she stopped, looking afraid. She was about to turn and leave when mom turned towards her. "No, don't go, Anna. You should probably hear this too." she said, beckoning her in with her hand. Anna approached us, looking like someone being lead to the gallows. "I was just explaining to Chris that now that you and he are brother and sister and it's important that you two behave properly." she told my step-sister, sounding unusually stern. "We do. We have been." Anna asserted, her eyes narrowing. "Yes. Well, after walking in on you this afternoon in the kitchen I just wanted to make sure that both of you understood that." mom said, her voice fast and clipped. "Okay." Anna replied, trying to appear unfazed. There was a tense silence as my mother and Anna glared at one another. "Was there anything else, Laura?" Anna asked, sounding indignant. "No. That was it." mom said. "Okay, fine then." Anna retorted. She turned on her heel and marched out of my room. Chapter 4 Although we never discussed it, it seemed that for the next week or more Anna and I both made a silent vow to avoid one another, except when impossible, such as meals. It was imperative that we not get caught in another intimate moment again. One night I discovered a book under my pillow after I got into bed. The title mentioned something about Buddhism and there was a photo on the cover of someone whom I later learned was The Dalai Lama. As I flipped through the book a folded sheet of paper fell out, landing on my chest. I could smell perfume on it. It was a note from Anna: Dear Chris, Dad and your mom think that I have to work next Tuesday night, but I don't. Meet me in the parking lot of The Alcove at seven. love, Ample Anna Below her signature was the imprint of her lips in red lipstick. My heart raced as I read the note a second, then a third time. I pressed it to my nose, inhaling the smell of the perfume. Then I looked around my room, as if someone could possibly have seen me reading Anna's secret message. I folded the paper again and slipped it between the pages of the book, then slid the book under my mattress. Chapter 5 That Tuesday night my heart raced as I stood in the parking lot behind The Alcove, shuffling back and forth on my feet, half-expecting a police car to pull up and the officer to ask what I was doing loitering there. About fifteen minutes later I saw Anna's car enter the parking lot. She rolled down her window and waved to me. I hurried over and got in. It was growing dark, but I noticed that Anna was wearing the usual black skirt and white blouse that she wore to work. She sped out of the parking lot and turned left. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I'm kidnapping you." she laughed, running an amber light. If I was in-fact being kidnapped, there was no one I'd rather do it to me than Anna. I leaned back in the seat, curious, as I took occasional glances at her legs, illuminated by the streetlights shining through the windscreen. Eventually we were driving along Jackson Cove and I realized we were outside the city limits. I looked around, wondering where she was taking me and what she had planned. "Where are we going, Anna?" "I thought you liked me." she said, her head darting towards me. "I do." I insisted, quite confused. "Then it shouldn't matter where we're going as long as you're with me." she countered, grinning as she sped on. Now I was even more intrigued. About fifteen minutes later Anna pulled into a parking lot. I looked up at the red neon sign that read 'Sunrise Motel'. Anna shut her car off. "Wait here." she said, then jumped out. I watched her body move, bathed by the artificial light as she walked inside. About ten minutes later Anna emerged and gestured with her head for me to follow her. I got out of her car and dashed over to her. She was holding a key on a plastic fob in her left hand. Anna briskly walked ahead of me, observing the doors as we passed them. She stopped at number twenty-three and unlocked it. I followed her inside and she locked the door behind us. She flipped the light switch, then tossed her purse on the bed. I turned and looked around the sparsely decorated room to the bed, covered by a pale yellow bedspread. On either side of it were two small stands. One held a phone and a clock radio. On each of them were lamps. To my left was a television and a door leading to the bathroom. When I turned around I discovered that Anna had unbuttoned her blouse. It hung down over her skirt. I could see a narrow strip of skin and a hint of her white bra in the opening. She stepped towards me, smiling. "I think I'm going to like being kidnapped." I told her. Anna draped her arms over my shoulders, looking into my eyes. She leaned closer and her lips met mine. They were pliant and moist. I felt her tongue dart out, teasing mine as she held me to her. I placed my hands on her hips, then slid them up her back under her shirt. Her skin was hot and soft. I paused at her bra strap, then drug my fingertips down her spine. Anna shuddered, clutching my shoulders. She tugged her blouse off and let it fall to the floor. She stood still for a moment to allow me to look her over, then she reached behind her to unhook her bra. It slid down her arms, joining her blouse on the floor. "God, you're beautiful." I whispered as I looked at her half naked body. Her round breasts, capped with light brown nipples and large areolas, hung down and swayed a bit as she shifted from side to side. She looked nervous. I pinched her fingers and pulled her closer until her breasts brushed over my chest. Her nipples swelled and rose. I ran my hand up her sides and cupped her large breasts in my hands, leaning down to wrap my lips around her left nipple. Anna moaned and cradled my head in her hand as I sucked at her nipples, feeling them thicken between my lips. Anna backed away and tugged my sweatshirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. She ran her palms over my bare chest, then drug her nails back down it. The sensation made me quiver and my cock throbbed. She looked down to the bulge in my jeans and unfastened them, then pulled the zipper down. "Got something for me in there, little brother?" she asked in a soft voice. I nodded, swallowing hard. Anna held my hand and walked me over to the bed. She kicked her shoes off then undid her skirt. It slid down her legs as she wiggled her hips. With one swift movement she pulled her pantyhose and underwear down. Her breasts swayed as she bent over. I stepped out of my running shoes, staring at Anna as she slid back on the bed, completely naked. Her curvy body looked better than I had imagined and her smooth thighs looked inviting. I ran my eyes up them until they encountered a thin strip of dark hair between them. "You shaved." I squeaked out. Anna nodded. "I wanted to look pretty for you." "You always do." I assured her. Anna smiled, running her fingers up the insides of her thighs. She spread them wide, then parted her wet folds for me to see. "I'm all ready for you, Chris. See..." I tugged my jeans and underwear off as quickly as possible, kicking them aside. My hard cock bounced and swayed as I moved and Anna watched it, looking amused. She rolled over on her left side, reaching for her purse. She pulled a condom from it and tore the wrapper open with her teeth, then slid towards the foot of the bed. "Come here." she whispered. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking down while Anna's soft hand moved up my hard shaft, slipping the condom over it. She leaned back, looking at it. "Remember that day -- me leaning over the chair?" she asked, cupping my heavy balls in her fingertips. "Yeah..." I answered. Anna turned over, kneeling on the bed so her wide hips and round ass pointed towards me. I ran my eyes over it, down to her wet lips. "Want me like this?" she asked, turning her head back towards me. I took another step and placed my hands on Anna's curved hips. She pushed back and I felt my twitching cock rub against her. I slid my hands over her ass, feeling how soft her skin was. When my fingers ran over her wet pussy she let out a loud moan and lowered her head towards the mattress. I rubbed her until I was able to push a finger in. She swayed her hips and met my thrusts. "I want your cock, Chris." she groaned. "Turn over." I said. Anna rolled over onto her back, moving towards the centre of the mattress. I crawled between her waiting thighs. My cock swayed and bounced as I moved and she watched it, seeming amused. As I knelt between Anna's soft, fleshy thighs she reached up for me, tugging me down by my shoulders. I felt her fingers glide down my back as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. Her breasts against my chest felt soft and yielding. "Oh god, Chris..." she gasped as the head of my cock entered her. Anna pushed her hips off of the bed to meet my shaft, forcing me deeper. She gripped me inside her, massaging my cock. "Fuck me hard, Chris." she moaned in my ear as her nails dug into my shoulders. I began to pump my hips, working my cock in and out of her dripping, tight pussy. Being in her felt better than anything I could have imagined. I sank into her soft thighs, overwhelmed by the sensations of her squeezing my cock deep in her and her soft, supple body beneath me. Her heavy breasts shook with each thrust and I bent down to take a nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard, tugging at it with my teeth until she cried out, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "Fuck your big sister." Anna moaned as her heels dug into my lower back. My breathing had increased; so had Anna's. Her moans had grown louder and I could hardly discern what she was saying from between clenched teeth. I looked down at her breasts shaking harder now as I felt an orgasm building. With a few final thrusts I shoved my cock deep in my step-sister and felt my body grow rigid. I lay atop her, waiting for the waves to subside, then eased my spent cock from her wet pussy. I rolled over on my side, facing her. Anna took a while to catch her breath as she rolled over, running her hand down my chest. She kissed me. "So, does this count as incest?" she asked, looking into my eyes. "I'm not sure," I panted "maybe we better do it again to be sure." Anna raised up on her elbow, laughing. Her breast hung down towards my face and I flicked my tongue over her thick dark nipple. She ran her hand through my hair and cupped her breast in her hand, offering it to me. "What time is it?" I asked. "Early yet -- we have time." she said, looking over my shoulder at the clock. I tossed the condom away, then went to the bathroom. When I returned Anna was under the covers. I joined her, pulling her to me and kissing her wet lips. Next I worked my mouth down her neck and chest to her left breast. I held it firmly and sucked hard at her nipple, swirling my tongue around it. "I love your body." I told her. "My ample body?" "Yes." I breathed, looking into her eyes. Anna and I lay in bed, exploring each-other's bodies. I found her soft skin and curves intoxicating. Later I felt my cock twitch to life once more. It began to rise and rubbed along the inside of her left thigh. Anna looked down in surprise. "Ready for some more?" she asked. I nodded, grinning. Anna rolled over and picked her purse up from the floor. She took a condom from it but I reached out for her hands. "No -- wait." I told her. Anna gave me a quizzical look. I crawled over to her side of the bed and stood before her. Taking my shaft in my hand I ran the head over her chin, up to her bottom lip. Anna's tongue flicked over it and she smiled up at me. "Want to fuck my mouth, little brother?" I bent down and kissed her mouth. "Tonight, I want to fuck you everywhere, Anna." I told her.