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Amy Falls in Love Ch. 01

By: Uncle Bert



Larry Wheeler sat in the back of the room as the celebration began. He wanted to be happy for his younger sister, he really did. As her engagement ring caught the sparkling light from the fire, as the other guests laughed and cheered, all Larry wanted to do break the neck of Chuck Knaub, Amy's fiancée. 

Twenty-one is too young to get married, Larry thought, especially to some guy ten years older who's only really interested in the family fortune.

Still, Amy glowed with happiness. Larry admired her features from his vantage point by the cabin's kitchen door. Amy was tall, lithe and slender, with dancing almond eyes, small but pert spherical breasts, the sort that fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. She had fine black hair that flowed almost to her waist, with bangs cut straight across to frame her high cheekbones and thin red lips.

Contrast that with Chuck. Larry saw him as a troll, but to most he was an average-looking man, with curly brown hair, square shoulders, and unremarkable features. He went to the gym three times a week or so, and ran a sporting goods store. Because Chuck's account was at the bank where Larry was a vice president, he knew that Chuck had two loans in arrears -- a problem Amy's trust fund could easily fix.

The bank was where they met; Larry had actually introduced them six months ago after coming back from lunch with Amy, an action he regretted when they started dating. Amy and Chuck shared similar athletic tastes; they both enjoyed skiing, tennis, and camping. Rarely had anyone been so attentive to Amy; her education had been at exclusive girls' schools, so she never had the chance to fall in love and get burned before meeting Chuck.

Maybe it was for real, Larry reflected, but remembering his first divorce, and how much of his own trust fund it cost to end it, made him suspicious of anyone who tried to get close to the family.

And then a plan formed in his mind: a plan that would satisfy both long-standing illicit urges and end this farce of an engagement at the same time.

***

The hour drew late, and Amy Wheeler was tired, tired and glowing with happiness. Not to mention a little bit giddy from the champagne. She loved being the center of attention, as befitted a bride-to-be. One by one, the guests left, including Chuck; it was Sunday night, and he had to be at the store by seven in order to open the doors at nine.

The Wheeler summer cabin was a rambling two-story, four-bedroom log structure on a lakefront deep in the northern New England woods. Set far back from a dirt road, the nearest neighbor was half a mile away. It was far enough in the woods to be rustic, but not to the point of discomfort. 

As Amy readied herself for bed, she wondered if she was doing the right thing. Her parents were less than thrilled with the idea, and were as worried as Larry that he was as interested in her for her money as much as for her love. He was also her first real love interest, at least since high school. Was she denying herself by not playing the field, by not finding out what else was out there? How much of this engagement was really stubborn defiance of her family?

Wondering about the men she'd never met, Amy shut out the bathroom light and wandered down the wooden hall to her bedroom, her warm terrycloth robe concealing a sheer, light blue nylon nightdress under which Amy wore nothing. She passed Larry's room; the light was out.

Entering her own, she flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. Amy sighed; this week, it seemed that every lamp she touched had a bad bulb in it. A fresh breeze, enough to raise goosebumps, but not enough to be chilly, blew through the screen and the small gaps in the logs. Amy shed her robe and nightdress, hung them both (she hoped) over the back of a chair, and slid naked under the covers in the cool summer darkness.

A warm, naked man had gotten there before her.

"Yikes!" Amy shrieked. No response. "Chuck? Is that you? You're supposed to be in the city."

A strong masculine arm pulled her close. Unfamiliar lips pressed against Amy's own. Amy tried to push him away, but his free hand caressed Amy's bare, bony ass, sending an erotic thrill up her spine.

"Who are you?" Amy asked.

Again, a kiss in reply. Amy, now curious, kissed back. A thick, ardent tongue found hers, and the hand that had been caressing her ass now dug into the nape of her neck and pulled her face tighter, closer to the unknown lover in the dark.

Just this once, she thought. Chuck will never know.

Nervously, Amy put one arm over her unknown lover's shoulder, his naked body radiating heat. Amy let her fingers run along his coarse, hairy back, down to his taut, muscular ass (Thank God he's in shape, she thought) and to his thigh.

The kiss broke.

"Do I know you?" Amy whispered.

Amy didn't know how she knew, but he was smiling in the darkness. His hand caressed hers, and he guided it to his stiff, demanding, and very long prick. He folded the young woman's slender fingers around it, and moved closer.

Gently Amy began to stroke the insistent prick that filled her fingers. As she moved her hand faster and faster, he began to buck his hips, matching his rhythm to hers.

Is this all he wants? Amy thought, somewhat disappointed.

But then she felt rough manly fingers in her thick thatch of pubic hair. He parted her vulva, found her clit, and began to gently manipulate it.

"Oooooh," Amy said. "You've done this before."

The stranger kissed her again, and then pushed Amy onto her back.

"I'm not ready," she said.

A warm, wet tongue found her nipple, even as he pinched the other one. Now Amy began to writhe and squeal. Again, his fingers found her clit, and he masturbated her while he aroused and licked her tiny, tender tits.

"Please tell me who you are!" she demanded.

A voice Amy couldn't place went "Mm-mm," and his tongue slid slowly, languidly, toward her dampening pussy. Amy had never had cunnilingus before, and she parted her legs eagerly for him. An unshaven chin scraped against her soft skin as his tongue probed and licked. A finger entered her pussy and began to delve into her depths.

"Oh! Ah!" Amy gasped.

Now his lips found Amy's hot, distended clit and he took it into his mouth, to the edge of his teeth. With great skill, he used tongue and tooth to bring Amy close to climax, close, but then he slowed down just a little bit.

"Damn you!" she barked.

A low chuckle, a familiar voice, and then with his tongue alone, he gave Amy what she demanded. Her entire body shook with orgasm after orgasm as his tireless tongue and jaw went on.

Now his hands slid under Amy's taut, bony ass, and his tongue nestled in her navel for just a moment, bringing an unexpected thrill. To her heaving tits now, to make her nipples hard as pebbles, to make Amy ready for what now came next.

Despite the darkness, Amy felt the heat radiating from his dick, right outside her damp, eager pussy lips. His cock, ready, solid, demanding, was right there. Slowly, slowly, he brought his weight down on top of Amy's eager body.

"Ohh!" Amy gasped as the electricity from the first contact of cock to cunt raced up her spine. The stranger pushed deeply into her, but slowly, giving her time to expand and take the full length in. Amy realized she had no idea how hung he was, but he had more than Chuck. A little longer, a little thicker. She felt his tight balls resting against the cleft of her ass.

He kissed her again, and as he kissed her, he began to slide his dominating dick in and out, slowly, teasingly. His teeth caught a nipple, his tongue licked her ear; Amy had no idea what he would do next as he fucked away, but he found new places to stimulate her as he did so.

Amy came again, and then again, wild, inarticulate sounds coming from her throat. 

Her mystery lover was beginning to lose control too, but not so much that he would say something to reveal his identity. When he felt Amy climaxing for the sixth time, he let his own balls go in a mutual orgasm, another experience that Amy had never had.

Her fingers clawed his back, she drove her hips hard to meet with his. Their mouths now knew each other, knew where to meet in the dark.

Then, even though he was spent, he still moved inside of Amy until she came one last time.

Afterward, Amy hugged him close, safe and warm in his strong, loving arms.

"Please tell me who you are," Amy said yawning. "Please …"

Fighting his own desire to doze, he held her close in the dark as she drifted off into a deep, deep sleep. Only when he heard her snoring did he gently disentangle himself from her arms, and let her roll onto her side, taking all the blankets with her, as she always had when they were kids.

"Good night, Sis," Larry whispered softly as he left.

Amy Falls in Love Ch. 02



A bright summer sun shone into Amy's room shortly after dawn, and its warm rays tickled the sleeping young woman's eyelids, setting off bright colors and enticing images of the strong, handsome man who had visited her in the night.

Amy awoke, smiling and satisfied, and stretched. Her mind buzzed with the possibilities of who her secret lover might have been. She knew she knew him; she'd smelled that aftershave before, even in his grunting there were hints of familiarity.

But as she ran down the list of the men she knew to still be in the cabin, each seemed less likely than the others. There were three. Of them, Sam had been married for years, but he had never so once as glanced slyly in her direction, and besides, his wife was with him. Chad was a friend of Larry's, but he was too chubby to be the muscular hunk who'd so delightfully ravished her in the night.

That left … no, of course not.

The fact that the whole memory depended on touch and sound, on imagination, left Amy in a state of happy wonderment. She didn't want to spoil the mystery by talking about it. After she donned jeans and a tight black sleeveless T-shirt, she made herself a cup of coffee and went to sip it out on the screened-in sun porch.

So lost in her reverie was Amy that she didn't notice the double doors open, or notice who had come in until she heard the doors locking closed.

"Oh, hi, Larry," Amy said dreamily.

"Good morning, Amy," her brother replied sweetly. "Sleep well?"

Amy blushed to the marrow. She felt as if she had been doused with icy water as the mystery evaporated in a flash. She recognized the breathing pattern now, and that low, guttural laugh as her own brother's. She leapt to her feet, furious.

"You-- you-- rapist!" she snapped.

"I don't think you can call it 'rape' after the fifth orgasm," Larry replied, grinning.

"You bastard! What were you thinking!"

"The same as you, I think," he said. "That maybe Chuck isn't good enough for you."

"Oh, and you are?"

Larry said, approached her. "You had the time of your life last night, Sis. Admit it."

"You son of a bitch," she snarled, and turned her back to him. "Stay away from me."

Silence. Amy almost thought he'd left, but then Larry's brawny arms encircled her waist from behind. A warm, insistent length nestled in the cheeks of her denim-cloaked ass, and Larry's breath was hot in her ear.

"I hate you," she said, stiffening her back.

Larry's lips found the nape of her neck, and his fingers popped the snap in her jeans. He opened the zipper slowly, exposing her dark panties. His hand slid easily, with familiarity, under the elastic, digging happily through her thick, black thatch of pubic hair.

Against her will, Amy sighed. Larry pushed his throbbing cock against her, and Amy pushed back.

"Maybe you hate me," he breathed, "but you love this."

"Larry--"

But he nibbled her neck and massaged her clit at the same time. Amy felt her outrage and resistance melting; somehow, Larry got his other hand under her T-shirt and was rubbing her tiny, willing breast to full arousal.

"Turn around, honey," he whispered.

Amy obeyed her older brother, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, knowing what would be next. This was complete betrayal of her fiancee, but, she rationalized, maybe Larry would be satisfied with just one more ...

Larry's lips were hot and moist, his tongue dove down long and deep. Amy kissed him back, hating herself for her weakness, hating herself for knowing Larry's motives, but … last night …

"I've locked the doors," Larry said as he lifted her T-shirt off.

"Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to do this," Amy said, unbuckling his belt. 

"Inbreeding is how we get thoroughbreds," Larry replied.

Amy was now lost in lust. Brother or not, she had to have just one more fuck from him. Tactile memories, memories built on scent, while evocative, leave out the more powerful memories you can only retain through sight. Yes, they had made love like crazed wild animals; yes, each had had the most powerful erotic experiences of their lives.

But Larry had never seen his sister's nipples, never saw her breasts rapidly rising and falling with desire, desire for him, never saw her hair splash across the pillow in the night as he rammed his powerful cock forcefully into her.

Amy, for her part, had been left thoroughly satisfied by her brother's cock, but even though she'd been roundly rogered with it, she didn't know what color it was, or, really, how long it was. For that matter, she had yet to taste it. After the oral adventure she had had the night before, she felt she owed Larry at least a lick.

The siblings peeled each other's clothing away. Amy's breasts filled Larry's palms like large oranges; her nipples covered the round curves like sand dollars, and poked out sharply like pebbles on the beach.

Larry brought them to his lips and licked, nibbling gently.

"Ohhh," Amy said. "Larry, what are we doing?"

Larry fell back on the sofa, which faced the lake. His cock, purple and fierce, poked straight into the air.

"Your turn on top," he said with a charming grin.

"Just a minute."

Amy took Larry's seven inches in her hand, stroked it for a minute. Then she brought her lips close to the purple tip, her warm breath adding another degree of stiffness to the already sizzling iron flesh.

"I've never sucked a guy's cock before," Amy said teasingly, masturbating her brother gently. "What should I do?"

Amy kissed the head, and then ran her tongue down the shaft.

"Jesus!" Larry gasped.

"How was that?" Amy asked.

Before Larry could reply, Amy took his thick cockhead between her lips, and licked it thoroughly with the tip of her tongue.

"Was that good?" she asked, and then she took in as much throbbing, stiff cock as she could take. Not teasing now, Amy bobbed her head and worked her tongue around her brother's pulsing shaft. Suddenly inspired, she brought up her other hand, with its long nails, and used them to scratch Larry's balls.

"Amy!" Larry gasped. "Sis! If you don't-- too late!"

Larry's cock stiffened in Amy's mouth, surprising her. She cupped her brother's balls in her hand; they were like a pair of hot coals nestling in her palm. Amy drew back and thrust her tongue forward as Larry came, firing spurt after spurt of sperm into his sister's sucking mouth.

Not knowing what else to do, Amy swallowed. It didn't taste that bad; rather salty. Instinctively, she bobbed for more. When Larry's cock fell quiet, she let it slide slowly from her lips.

"Jesus, Sis," Larry sighed. "That was so--"

But Amy sat on Larry's lap, her nipples pressing against his, her groin aligned with his, and she silenced him with a kiss.

"How fast can you recover?" she whispered.

In reply, Amy felt a twitch inside her thigh.

Larry laughed.

"Still hate me?" he said, and kissed her. His hands stroked her ass, then he began to caress her tiny tits. In minutes his cock was erect again, almost at its full glory.

Amy squeezed it, stroked it, made it as hard as it had ever been. Raising her slight torso, she bent his cock back and rubbed the head against her dripping notch. Ever so slowly, Amy slid down the throbbing, hungry shaft.

"You can take more time now," she whispered as she moved her hips in time with his.

Larry did take his time, playing with his sister's body, fucking her slowly, massaging her various, and numerous, erogenous zones, enjoying the sight of her long, soft black hair dancing all over her body, and when she leaned close, all over his tawny, hairy chest. He caught strands in his fingers and played with it as he thrust upward into his horny sister.

"I'm almost there, Larry," Amy whispered. "Where are you?"

"Right here, honey," Larry replied. He found Amy's clit with his left thumb, and massaged her to orgasm even as his own approached. The timing would be very delicate, but …

"Yes!" Amy barked. "Yes! Now! Now!"

Larry obliged with a potent blast of sperm, everything he had left from last night and the surprise blow job. Groaning an inarticulate syllable, the tendons on his thick brown neck standing out, he looked at his ecstatic sister with blazing eyes as he detonated the last his overworked, but satisfied, testicles had to offer.

When it was over, Amy fell onto Larry's chest, gasping and, for now, satiated.

"Wow," the siblings said simultaneously.

Noises from the kitchen. Suddenly, they knew what danger they were in.

"I'll clean up," whispered Larry.

"Good," Amy replied, hastily donning her clothes. "Let's talk later."

Their parting kiss was short, but sweet.



Amy Falls in Love Ch. 03



After siblings Amy and Larry Wheeler burned off the initial passion they had for one another, their relationship changed in quiet, subtle ways.

Larry's love for his sister grew deeper, he came to accept her engagement to Chuck Knaub. Breaking the couple up was the reason he'd begun the affair with his sister. But Amy persuaded him that, not once, had Chuck broached the question of using her trust fund to help him out of his delinquent loans. That had been Larry's main concern; if Amy believed Chuck loved her for herself, and was willing to work out his financial problems without her help, then Larry was prepared, now, to believe it.

At the same time, Larry filled an important gap in his sister's life. Larry was a much more creative and vigorous lover than Chuck. Because Larry was her brother, that meant they could never marry and have children; knowing this, and taking precautions, the siblings could make love with wild abandon, free of future obligations. They could keep their sexual escapades to themselves, and usually found a way to meet once or twice a month.

Both Larry and Amy knew their liaisons would have to end one day, but neither wanted to talk about it in detail.

Then Chuck and Amy set a wedding date (Amy's 22nd birthday, as it happened), which put her into a quandary. More than anything else, she wanted a loving husband, a solid, stable marriage, and children. She couldn't have those things if she were off fucking her brother every other weekend. Sooner or later, the secret would get out. Even if they avoided going to jail, the scandal would follow them for the rest of their lives. 

Turning it over and over in her mind, Amy came to a unenthusiastic conclusion; the time to end the affair had come. 

The wedding was set for a Sunday in October, and New England was in the grip of Indian summer, the last gasp of warmth and sunshine before the days grew short and the air turned cold. Amy called Larry and asked him to meet her in the summer cabin, where he had first made love to her in the dark.

"Saturday?" Larry asked, when she phoned him. "That's the night before your wedding. Are you sure?"

"I was thinking of a birthday present," Amy replied coquettishly. "Last chance."

"All right," Larry said, understanding. "Are we staying over?"

"If we're out of there early."

"Right."

Amy, as she planned, arrived at the cabin first. She brought champagne, a pair of Cornish game hens, Larry's favorite salad, ice cream, candles. She spent hours dusting and cleaning, priming the heat and hot water, making the bed in the master bedroom. She finished at four, a full two hours before her brother was due to arrive.

Amy took a long, luxurious bath with aromatic oils, and when she was ready, dressed with care.

Larry arrived promptly at six. When Amy opened the door, the first thing he noticed was that the cabin was lit with hundreds of sweet-smelling candles, and that his sister had selected a flowing Oriental dressing gown, her fine, soft black hair piled high on her head.

"Amy," he said, "this is wonderful."

"I want you to remember this to your dying day," she said. "Because this is the last time we'll be together."

Larry's face fell.

"I knew it wouldn't last forever," he said. "But no one will ever love you as I do."

Amy kissed her brother gently.

"You're the best fuck buddy a girl ever had," she said. "But we can't have children. I'm getting married tomorrow, and I intend to be faithful to my husband. We always knew what we have would never last. I just don't want it to sputter out, that's all. So tonight, I'm giving my big brother the ride of his life."

Larry took his sister in his arms, and they shared a long, deep kiss.

"You know what's funny?" he said. "We could barely stand each other when we were kids."

Amy laughed.

"Here's the deal," she said. "Tonight, I'm your love slave. Anything you want, as long as it's nothing bizarre or painful. All oral, doggy style, testing the strength of the support beam, anything you want. But when we're done, we're done for good."

"Let me add a codicil," Larry said. "If your marriage ever ends …"

"That's what would have to happen," Amy said. "I want that clear. I don’t want you to interfere with my marriage. Promise?"

Larry nodded.

"Tonight is it," Amy continued. "That's the deal. If you can't accept that, you can go home now."

"I only want your happiness, Sis," Larry said. "Of course, I want you to remember this forever, too."

That night, the siblings took their time with everything, but always keeping an eye to the bedroom. Once the dishes were clear, Amy took her brother by the hand, leading him to the king-size master bed. The bedroom, too, was lit by candles.

Brother and sister stared deep into each other's eyes, reluctant to begin their farewell. Larry at last took pulled Amy close. Their moist lips met and connected with sad, sweet tenderness. Their tongues moved together slowly, tantalizingly, as Amy's slim, tan fingers opened the buttons on her kimono.

When Larry let her go, Amy shrugged her shoulders, and the garment fell to the floor. Underneath it was a sheer black peignoir, sheer black stockings, and shiny black high heels.

"Jesus!" gasped Larry, as his sister twirled for him.

"What does Master want from the Love Slave?" asked Amy coyly.

"Everything!" Larry gasped, taking his sister in his arms and lowering her to the bed.

Larry began by licking Amy's cleavage; she wore a pushup bra that shoved her tiny tits together. Amy began to remove her brother's clothing, her fingers teasing his eager erection as she did so.

"I don't know if I want you naked or in this," Larry told her as his fingers explored for gaps in the clothing.

"Why not both? We have all night," she said, but she rolled her brother onto his back and ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew everywhere, and Amy nibbled her brother's chest down to his belt buckle. A few quick motions, and his cock was free, hot, and hungry. Larry shifted his hips to make it easier for his sister to remove his pants.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Amy as she maneuvered her pussy over her brother's tall, purple dick. "Let me take a ride, or--"

Larry arched his hips, penetrating his sister's cunt, taking what he could before she changed her mind. Amy slid down his fervid length, sighing in satisfaction. As she bounced on her brother's dick, she slipped a couple of straps, and let her playful breasts bobble free.

"Bite them, Larry," Amy cooed. "Let them know you're alive!"

Larry sat up then and embraced his sister, even as he shoved his hungry dick into her moist, damp pussy. His hard, hairy balls tightened as he pounded upward into her. Their kisses were more magical than ever, fiercer and more fiery for the knowledge that they'd be the last.

Larry leaned back a little to get a fuller view. The silky black peignoir was open now, tantalizingly halfway to Amy's waist. The sheer black stockings that ran along her thighs added new sensations, as did the shiny black high heels that glinted in the candlelight. He gazed deep into his sister's almond eyes before closing his own.

Amy knew the signs. When Larry started gasping in his now familiar manner, Amy pushed him down on the bed and took over. Jerking her hips to and fro, she rode her brother like a horse, and timed her first orgasm to meet his. 

"Amy!" Larry barked. "Amy! "So hard!"

"Oh, yes! Yes! Uh!"

Soon their movements slowed, and Larry pulled his dick free. As their mingled juices ran down into Larry's hairy groin, she rolled off her brother, her lover, and nestled in his strong, reassuring arms.

"I know you're right, but this isn't fair," Larry said.

"I am right, and you'll understand," she replied. "Now kiss me. We haven't much time."

Larry's dick soon rose again, but this time, he disrobed his sister with his teeth. It took nearly half an hour, because he found all her favorite spots, and stimulated them to the full. He only removed the peignoir, finding the stockings and high heels to be tremendously sexy.

"Doggy style, little sister?" he asked.

Obediently, Amy got on her hands and knees, presenting her taut ass, with its garters, to her brother's eager, hot dick. Larry edged forward; Amy grasped his dick, stroked it for a second, and then guided it to the entrance of her torrid pussy. 

Larry thrust forward, burying himself to the balls.

"Ohhh," Amy cooed.

Pulling himself out as far as he could, Larry reached one hand around to stimulate Amy's breast as he short-stroked her. As she thrashed and cried out, Larry brought his fingers down to her clit, so he could masturbate her and fuck her at the same time. He also glanced back from time to time to see her legs quivering under his assault, to see her high heels glinting in the fading candlelight.

The candles began to go out one by one, and Larry decided to roll his sister on her back so that he could see her lovely features, which looked so much like his own, as the bedroom began to wink into darkness.

Amy had already come twice when Larry lunged deeply forward, his balls tight against her ass, and fired his load.

"That's it, honey!" Amy cooed. "Oh, that's perfect!"

But Larry was beyond speech. After another minute he gave her a last blast, and then collapsed on top of his panting sister.

For a few moments, neither spoke. They let their fingers and lips do all the communicating as the last candles winked out and darkness claimed the rustic room.