18 comments/ 180810 views/ 34 favorites Society Says... By: coloradosouthernboy Hello. The story you are about to read is 100% true. You really can't even call it a story, because it's an account of where it all began. It's when I began to look at my sister in a completely different light; as more than a sister to put it one way. A lot of people think that those who engage in "incest" only come from broken homes, or come from some culturally and/or socially depraved part of the world. Well, I can personally vouch for the fact that that is not always the case. In fact, I think the situation is usually a lot more like ours. "Amy" and I grew up in typical suburban America, in a upper-middle class suburb of Atlanta. She was born 3 years before me, in '76. Our parents, bless 'em, have been happily married for almost 40 years. Considering that so many of our friends growing up had divorced parents, we were the envy of many of them. Of course, we had the typical family squabbles (what family doesn't), but overall, we were (and still are) the stereotypical American nuclear family. In high school, Amy and I weren't unpopular, but we weren't in the "in" crowd, so to speak. Amy was (and still is) not what you would consider absolutely a perfect 10 (how many women really are anyway?), but she was considered attractive; about 5'6", medium to average-size breasts, strawberry blond hair, cute baby face. She played volleyball and was in the drama club, got A's, B's (and a few C's), and had a steady boyfriend her junior and senior year. She was a senior when I was a freshman, so I only got to go one year with her. After graduation in '94, she went to UGA. I played football all four years of high school; I was only 5'9" and weighed around 150 (same as now!), but damn was I fast! I have the same strawberry blond hair and cute baby face as Amy, minus the breasts. I got the same A's, B's, and C's as Amy, and also had a girlfriend junior and senior years. I graduated in '97, and went to Georgia Southern on a track scholarship. I'll never forget the day when both our lives changed forever; March 14, 1997. It was my senior year of high school, during that glorious period called Spring Break. Only two months to go, then I was free. Amy was home from college for her Spring Break. She was supposed to go to Panama City with some of her sorority sisters, but it was in the 50's and rainy down there (go figure). She had just turned 21 in January and was looking forward to her first Spring Break where she could get into the bars without a fake I.D. The change of plans left her in a pretty bad mood, so I pretty much avoided her in order not to piss her off. One of the things I did to keep to myself was to go down to the basement and run a few miles on the treadmill. Hell, if I was going to run track in college, I might as well keep myself in shape, right? After running about ten miles, I decided to call it a day, and went upstairs to take a shower. The one thing that sucked about my parents house was that even though we had four bedrooms, we only had two bathrooms, not counting the one on the first floor below the stairs to the second floor, since it only had a toilet and a sink. So anyway, I finished my shower, and dried off. As luck would have it, just as I was about to get dressed and leave the bathroom, I sprung a hard-on. I have no idea why; maybe the workout made my blood pump faster or something. I knew I had to take care of it, or else I wouldn't be able to think clearly the rest of the day. I also knew I didn't want to do it in my bedroom, since my mom had done laundry that morning and I had no sheets on my bed. Besides, the bathroom was all fogged up and was probably the warmest place in the house anyway. I figured "What the hell?" I put the toilet seat lid down, put the towel on the lid so my ass cheeks wouldn't freeze (nothing worse for an erection), grabbed the lotion from the counter, and went to work. I had only been stroking for about 30 seconds, when all of a sudden the bathroom door opened, and in walks Amy. Now I have this bad habit of leaving the lights on when I leave a room, so she probably figured the room was empty. Anyway, I literally sprung off the toilet seat and grabbed my boxers to cover myself. "HOLY SHIT ANDY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN THE BASEMENT!" "AMY!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE OUT WITH BETH!" "I WAS, BUT I GOT HOME LIKE TWO MINUTES AGO!" "WELL, COULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE! I'M NAKED HERE!!!" "Oh, yeah, sorry." She shut the door. I couldn't believe it! I got caught jacking off by my sister! My once-hard penis was now completely limp. It was like jumping into a freezing-cold swimming pool. I put my boxers on, washed my hands, and left the bathroom, hitting the light switch as I left. Now this was far from the first time one of us had seen the other naked; we had taken baths together as kids, up until I was five and she was eight; no big deal. As we got older and she started to mature, I used to sneak peeks of her under her bedroom door as she was changing. I used to look under the bathroom door, too; I was an 11-12 year old boy, naturally curious about girls, and my sister was the only one available at the time. I went to my room, closed the door, put on a pair of sweatpants, popped in "ATLiens" by Outkast (we were in Atlanta, after all), and lay down on my sheetless bed. Right at about song 5 (about 20 minutes into it), I heard a knock at my bedroom door. "It's Amy. Can I come in for a second?" "What do you want?" "Please let me come in." "Okay, but just for a second. You know how I am when I'm listening to CD's." She opened the door, came in, and sat down on the bed by my feet. I hit the pause button on the remote for the stereo. "Andy, I really thought the bathroom was empty. You know how Mom and Dad are always nagging you about all the electricity you waste by leaving the lights on all the time." "I know. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I just didn't want you to see me naked." "I've seen you naked before, you know." "I know, but that's when we were little kids." "You're right. You're right. But why were you whacking off? I know you and Jenny have sex. It's not like you're a little virgin who's not getting any." "You knew I was jerking off? Jesus Christ." "Who cares? Everybody does it." "But not everybody gets caught by their sister in the middle of it." "True. Good Point." "Any other embarrassing questions you want to ask me, Amy?" "What were you thinking about while you were doing it? Were you thinking about me?" "Are you FUCKING CRAZY? You're my sister! That's fucking sick! I was thinking about...I'm not telling you!" (Meanwhile, my long-lost erection was making a comeback) "Oh, come on. You can tell me." "No!" "Come on! I won't tell anybody!" "Fuck no!" "Well I guess I'll have to find out for myself then!" Amy then did something that to this day neither she or I have any explanation for. She reached over and grabbed my now 3/4ths erect penis. "What the hell are you doing?" "I just want to see what you're packing!" she said as I pushed her hand away. "You're my sister! That's fucked-up!" My penis was now completely hard and was tenting my sweats. I'm not huge by any means, none of this 8 or nine inches crap you read about all the time, but it was enough to satisfy my girlfriend at the time, and that's all I cared about. "You know you're gonna get blue balls if you don't take care of that." "Well I wouldn't have that problem if you hadn't barged into the bathroom! Besides, I was fine until you started molesting me!" "I'm not molesting you. You've been 18 for 6 months now." "But you're my SISTER!" It is too molesting me!" "You know that's not going away, right?" "It will once I take care of it." "How are you gonna do that?" "By jacking off, that's how!" "What if I jacked it off for you?" "WHAT?" "What if I jacked you off. You know, gave you a handjob." "I know what a handjob is. Jenny gives them to me when she's on the rag and we can't have sex." "Do you want one?" "You're my sister!" "Yeah, I think we've made that abundantly clear. Do you want one or not?" "Why would you want to give your brother a handjob?" "Why not?" "Don't you think it's kind of weird?" "It's not like we're gonna have sex or anything." The hormones were racing through my 18 year-old body; of course I wasn't going to say no. "Okay, but you have to PROMISE not to tell your friends." "Why would I tell them about THIS?" "True. No one would believe you anyway." "Whatever. Lie down. I'll be back in a second; I just have to get some lotion." I couldn't believe it. I was going to get a handjob from my own sister. I didn't know what to think. All I knew is I needed to come. The last thing I needed was blue balls. When she came back with the lotion, I lay back on the bed and rested my head on the pillows. Amy leaned over toward me, grabbed the waistband of my sweats, and pulled them down toward her. I lifted my ass off the bed so she could pull them down to my ankles. My penis was completely rock-hard. "Not bad. I've seen bigger. But not bad." "Gee, thanks for deflating my ego." "Whatever. You know it's how you use it anyway." "That's what I've been told." "Well it's true." "Whatever." "Are you ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be." She squeezed some of the lotion onto her hand, then reached over and grabbed my dick. I'm not exaggerating when I say I almost came right then and there; I was that turned-on. I jumped a little. "Damn boy, don't come yet! I haven't even done anything!" "Sorry, Amy. I'm just excited." She started stroking my penis up and down, slowly at first. I guess she knew that if she went too fast, I'd come right away and the moment would end. She did gradually increase the pace, though; the coolest part was the sound; "SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK." Like just about every guy, though, I'm very visual, meaning I need to see something to enhance the pleasure. So I decided to go out on a limb. "Hey Amy, you know it would be even better if you took your shirt off." "Why?" "Because if I could stare at your tits, I'd get off even harder." "Well, alright. I guess we've already crossed every boundary there is anyway." With that, she let go for a second and lifted her shirt up over her head and threw it on the floor. "No bra. I like that." "I very rarely wear one." Her tits are probably a 34C, I thought to myself. The thing I remembered most about the first time I saw Amy's tits was that here aerolae and nipples were very light pink, not much darker than the rest of her skin. She resumed stroking, all the while looking me in the eye. I alternated between staring at her tits, her face, and her right fist stroking my penis up and down. "SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK." "How do you like it?" "Fucking amazing." "You like it when I jack you off, don't you?" "Ummm-hmmmm" is all I could muster. "Just let me know when you're gonna come. I wanna see it." Shortly thereafter, I felt my testicles start to swell, and got that all-too-familiar feeling in my legs. I was getting ready to come. "Amy, I'm about to come." "Well, let's see what you can do! Show me!" A few more strokes and that was it. My dick spasmed as I shot a rope literally 5 feet in the air. It landed on my stomach and her left arm. "Jesus Christ, Andy!" The next rope didn't go quite as high as the first, but it still went about 2 feet in the air and landed on her right arm. "Holy shit!" I shot at least 6 more times. Honestly, I didn't think the human body could produce that much come. "Oh my God! I've never seen so much come before!" It WAS a lot. It was all over my chest, my stomach, her arms, her chest, her legs. It was everywhere. Suprisingly, however, hardly any got on the bed. "That was the best fucking handjob I've ever had." "No different than what I've done to guys before." "Maybe it's you that turned me on so much, Amy." "Really? Are you serious?" "Hell yes! Having you catch me jacking off was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me." "Well catching you was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me." "Maybe we'll have to do this more often." "Maybe." (Let me know what you think. This happened almost 10 years ago, so I have many more stories about us.) Society Says... Ch. 02 (Thanks to all those who enjoyed my first story and thanks for all the nice comments.) * So I just got jerked off by my sister. So what? Shit happens, right? After she finished with me, I was more than willing to return the favor; after all, as the saying goes; you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. Unfortunately, we both noticed it was about 5 P.M., which meant that our parents would be home from work soon. The last thing that could happen would be for Mom and Dad to find out; things like that destroy families. To both cover up the little bit of cum that was on the mattress and to look like we weren't THAT lazy, Amy and I made my bed. She then threw the towel she used to clean the cum off us, as well as her jeans and shirt in the washer. And yes, we both got dressed. Or parents got home right around 6 P.M. I don't know if it was guilt at what we had done while they were gone, but I suggested that we all go out for dinner, since Amy was back in town for the week (even though Athens, where UGA is located, is only an hour away) and that Mom didn't want to just throw something in the microwave for dinner, did she? I even said that Amy and I would pay; you should have seen the look she shot me. They agreed, but to this day I wonder if they knew something was up, just because it was so out of the blue and unlike us. After dinner at Outback (one of our parents' favorite places to eat), we all got home a little before 9:00, just as Seinfeld was about to come on (next to last season, you know). My Dad was comfortable in his recliner (in full possession of the remote), my mom was lying on the couch, and Amy and I were sitting next to each other in the loveseat, I on the left and she on the right. Now to get a perspective of how our living room was laid out, the TV (50 inches; my Dad's pride and joy) was against the wall, facing straight out. My Dad's recliner was about eight feet away from the TV, at about a 45 degree angle to the left. The couch was against the wall to the right, about 6-7 feet away from the recliner, so when you lay down to watch TV, if you lay on your left side, you had a perfect angle to watch it, but you couldn't see anything behind you. This is how our Mom was positioned. The loveseat was against the back wall of the living room, about ten feet behind the couch and recliner, between two speakers for the entertainment system. You watched TV through the gap between the couch and the recliner. So all four of us are watching TV. Somewhere in the middle of Friends, I got up enough nerve to bring up to Amy what had transpired earlier that day. I leaned over to her so I could keep my voice down. "I never got to thank you for this afternoon." "What are you talking about?" "You know, in my bedroom?" "I have no idea what you're talking about." "What do you mean, you have no idea?" "What about your bedroom." "You know, the handjob?" "Oh, that. I was trying to block that out of my mind." "What? Why? Are you mad?" "Of course not, silly. I was just fucking with you." "Oh thank God. I thought you were mad at me or something." "Why would I be mad at you? I just wish we had more time so you could have gotten ME off." "Me too. I really feel like I owe you one or three." "(Laughing) Good one." Then my mom lifted her head and looked back at us. "What are you two whispering about?" "Oh, nothing Mom. We were just fighting over who should've paid more for dinner, Amy or me." "Well, thank you both for dinner. That was very nice of you." "You're welcome Mom," as she elbowed me in the ribs. She then whispered, "Maybe we should save this conversation for later." "Agreed." After ER ended, at 11:00, and the news started, our parents got up to go to bed. They thanked us again for dinner, and my Dad told us to keep it down. In unison, we said "Okay, Dad, we will." They then went upstairs. I got up to pee (first floor toilet this time) and Amy went to the kitchen to get a couple of Cokes for us. She was already on the loveseat when I got back. "Did you wash your hands?' "Of course. Why do you ask?" "Oh, no reason." "Whatever. I can't wait to watch Letterman. Korn is playing tonight." "Cool. I like them." "Me too." At 11:35 Letterman came on. Just as scheduled, Korn played their song A.D.I.D.A.S. (All Day I Dream About Sex). Kind of ironic, I thought to myself. After the show was over, Amy reached over and hit the power button on the remote, turning off the TV, then reached over and turned off the table lamp. The only light came from the kitchen lamp over the stove and the moonlight through the window. The clock on the table read 12:40 A.M. "Okay buster. You got yours; now it's my turn." "What are you talking about?" "You know goddamned well what I'm talking about." "I know, I know. I did say I owed you one." "Or three." "Then you'd owe me two." "Whatever. Come here." I scooted over closer to her. "Did you realize we never even kissed earlier today?" "Shut up." With that she leaned over and basically stuck her tongue down my throat, not that I minded. She had such soft lips, I thought to myself. We played tongue tag for a few minutes (damn she was a good kisser!), then I slowly moved my right hand under her t-shirt (University of Georgia Bulldogs; yeeech). Her breasts were so soft; not as in flabby, but her skin was so soft, it was almost like baby's skin. Her nipples were definitely hard; they weren't very big, and didn't stick out very far, but they were definitely hard. And that scent. You know that scent; the one that radiates off a woman when you're making out with her. She let out a few soft moans as I felt her up, first with my right hand, then with both hands. Finally, she said "This shirt has got to go," and threw it on the floor. Once again I was treated to the sight of her breasts. This time, however, I didn't just look at them. I bent my head down and licked, ever so gently, the circles surrounding her aerolae. I always did this with girls because some girls like it rough and some like it gentle. I thought it best to always start off gently. Then, if they liked it rougher, I could always move on from there. Amy was one of those who liked it rougher, I found out. "Bite my nipples." "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you." "No, I like it. Now bite them." "Okay." So I bit them, gently at first, then gradually bit down harder. Amy moaned "Yes! God I love that." Hearing her moans, I reached down toward her crotch and felt her through her sleep pants (Old Navy, gotta love 'em). She was soaking wet. "Amy, you're really wet." "I know; I always am, but I'm super wet now." "Do you want to take them off?" "Don't ask, dork, just do it. You have to be more assertive when you're with a girl." "Okay. Lay back on the loveseat, so I can take them off." "That's more like it." Amy lay back on the loveseat. I reached over, untied the knot, and pulled them down towards her ankles. This time it was her turn to lift her ass up to get her pants pulled down. After removing them from her ankles, I threw them on the floor (I know, we didn't have much respect for our clothes at the time). She had a nice little landing strip (she's completely shaved now, but this was '97, before it was part of the culture for girls [and guys] to be hairless "down there"). "What do you want me to do?" "Get me off, that's what!" "How?" "Are you seriously asking me that question?" "I meant with my finger or my tongue." "How about both." "Alrighty then." Now I'm definitely don't have a 10" penis, an ability to come five times in a row, or anything like that, but I knew from the first time I did it (and still do now), that I can eat a girl out with the best of 'em. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen to a eighteen year-old, and I made her come twice from going down on her. I just figured, while you're licking her clitoris, stick your index finger in there, make a motion like "come here", and find the Cheerio, since that HAD to be the g-spot, right? The rest was history. So I went down on my sister. I knew from reading books not to go for the clitoris right away, something about it being too sensitive or something. So I decided to tease her. I figured if girls can be teases, why can't a guy? I started kissing the inside of her thigh, working my way up just until I reached the pubic bone, then skipped over her pussy entirely and kissed down the other thigh. "Don't tease me. I'll fucking kill you." "Good things come to little girls who wait." "Shut up." I flicked my tongue at the outer reaches of her labia, almost like a snake's tongue. Then I kept my tongue out and traced around the entire length of her labia. Even from doing that, my chin was soaked. "I guess you're wet enough." "No shit." Just as she said that, I stuck my index finger into her, palm up, just like I had always done before with other girls. Her entire body jumped. "Oh my God." Slowly I moved my finger out, and just as slowly put it back in. I gradually increased the pace. As I did, her juices started making the same sounds as when she jerked me off; "SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK." My entire right palm was covered in pussy juice. "Oh, Andy, that feels so FUCKING good." I then figured it was time to take it up a level, so I felt for the Cheerio. Once I found it, I started the "come here" finger motion. Then I put my tongue on her clit and started moving it around (my tongue, that is). "Andy, press down hard on my clit with your tongue and hold it there. I like that." "Whatever you say." So I did. I pressed down on her clit with my tongue, just like she asked. And I held it there, just like she asked. And I kept gesturing to some imaginary person to "come here." And I pressed and held until my bottom teeth started hurting the bottom of my tongue. And after a few more "come heres"... "Oh, shit, Andy, I'm gonna COME!" "Already?" "Yes already! I'm gonna COME! Oh my God! Oh my God! Andy! Andy! I'm coming! I'm coming!" I felt her pussy tighten around my finger, and felt her walls start to quiver. In fact, her whole body was quivering. "Oh! Oh! Oh shit! Holy shit!" She grabbed the nearest pillow and put it over her face, lest we wake up the parental units. Eventually, she stopped shaking. I pulled out my finger and lifted my face out of her crotch. "So, was it good for you?" She pulled the pillow away. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" "Self-taught, with a little help from books." "You eat pussy better than any guy I've ever been with, including Jeremy." Jeremy was a 27 year-old she had been dating the year prior. "Thanks for the compliment. I already told you you gave me the best handjob I've ever had." "So now we're even." "You know, if we actually have sex, we can both get off but still stay even, that is unless you have multiple orgasms." "Oh, don't worry, I come more than once when I'm having sex." "Too bad I'm a guy; it's a lot harder for me to do that. "True." "Soooo...we can have sex if you want to." "Oh, I want to, believe me. It's just a matter of the two people sleeping upstairs." "We can be quiet." "I know, but we can't take any chances. This was way too risky as it is. Plus it's more fun to be loud anyway." I looked down at my shorts. I was hard as a rock. My dick was absolutely begging to be let out. Amy noticed as well. "I see somebody missed me. But we have to wait til tomorrow. And you better not jack off! I want that thing alive and ready for me." "Okay, I won't." "You promise?" "I Promise." "Well, I'm going to wash up and go to bed. You should do the same." "Okay, see you tomorrow." I looked over at the clock; 1:55 A.M. It had only been a little over ten hours since our first encounter. What did the next 24 hours have in store? Society Says... Ch. 03 (Thanks again for all the nice comments.) After what was probably the best day of my life so far (well, maybe after the day I lost my virginity), I slept until 11 A.M. the next day. If you had experienced what I had, you probably would've slept almost nine hours, too. Anyway, after the usual morning rituals (except for peeing with a massive erection; see The 40 Year-Old Virgin for a good example of this), I went downstairs. I was so hard the waistband of my boxers was literally pulled away from my waist; I sure wasn't going to do anything to try to hide it from Amy, not after what we had done the previous day. Amy was on the sofa watching The Young and the Restless (those damn chick soaps). "Well good morning, sleepyhead. I see you're up and alert." She was smiling and staring at my (late) morning wood as she said that. "Yeah, no shit. You should try peeing with this thing. It's not easy." "Oooh, gross! That's TMI for me!" "Whatever. After yesterday nothing should be taboo between us, no pun intended." "I just hope you didn't pee on the seat!" "No, smartass, I aimed down. That's why it wasn't easy." "Whatever. I was going to make breakfast, but you slept half the fucking day. How about an early lunch?" "Okay." "What do you want?" "It doesn't matter. You know I'm not picky. Just don't make anything too big; I don't want to be too full for later on." "Oh, you think, so, huh?" "I know so." With that she got up off the couch and planted a kiss on me, sticking her tongue in my mouth at the same time she grabbed my still rock-hard penis. "You just wait till later. You're mine." I'm not lying when I say I almost came right then and there when she said that. We had a light (for us) lunch; BLT sandwiches and chicken soup. Enough to give us energy for the rest of the day, but not so filling that we'd too lethargic to do anything. We ate lunch on the couch right before noon. After we finshed lunch, I suggested to Amy that she go take a shower while I clean up and do the dishes, since I could always take a shower afterward and, being a guy, I would be much quicker than her. Her response: "Smartass. You'd better not be quicker at everything, if you catch my drift." I'd catch anything she was willing to throw at me. I managed to clean up quicker than I thought, so I went upstairs to take a shower as well. For a split second I contemplated going into the bathroom Amy was using and jumping in with her, but I decided against it. I was never a fan of shower sex; the water running into your eyes and ears, the awkwardness of getting a good position, the general uncomfortableness of the tub; besides, it would just be a lot better if we did it on a bed. So I used my parents shower. Their bathroom had a separate bathtub and shower stall, so it was a lot easier to use, anyway. Of course, being a guy, I finished my shower before she did, even though I started mine a good 10 minutes after she started hers. Oh, well, I thought as I dried off, I'll just go in and watch as she finishes hers. I didn't even bother to put anything on before I opened the door to our bathroom and went inside. She pulled back the curtain slightly and poked her head out. "What're you doing?" she said in a sexy-ass voice I'll never forget . "Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the view before the show." She pulled the curtain back a little further and started rubbing her left breast. "Do you like what you see?" "You have no idea." "Well, give me just a minute. I'm just rinsing out the conditioner." "Hurry up." She must've had her head under the shower stream, since she didn't reply to my last comment. Finally I heard the water start to slow down as she turned the shower off. I heard the sound of water dripping into the tub as she squeezed the excess water out of her hair (such a girl thing). She opened the shower curtain; damn she looked hot when she was wet. Her nipples were as hard as my cock. "Hey, hand me the towel, would ya." "I'd be happy to dry you off." "Oh, now would you?" "Hell yes!" And with that I grabbed the towel off the counter and started drying her off, first her shoulders, then down her arms, then her breasts (and under them, too), then her stomach, and finally down her legs. "Don't forget the other half." "Oh, don't worry, I won't." She then turned around, her back facing me. "Damn, Amy, I never notice how nice your ass was. It's kind of a bubble butt, but not too much. It's just perfect." "Thanks. That's really nice of you to say." "No problem." Then I dried her other side, starting this time with her legs, working my way up to her really NICE ass, then her lower back, working my way up to her shoulders again. However, this time, when I reached her shoulders, I stepped in the tub and kissed all over her shoulder blades. "Oh God, Andy, that feels so good." I didn't say anything. I just stepped closer to her, rubbing the head of my (yes, still) hard penis against her butt cheeks. She let out a little gasp, then reached behind her and grabbed my cock. "I can't wait to have this inside me." "Let's go." "My room this time." "No problem." We were so turned on we almost fell trying to get out of the tub; we made it to her room in about 3 seconds flat. Once we got to her room, we started making out like it was our first time ever making out with someone. It was like our tongues were trying to have a competition who could go the furthest down the other person's throat. The whole time we were kissing, our bodies were pressed together so my erection kept rubbing her clit. "Lay down on the bed," she told me. I didn't say anything; I just did what she told me to do. Then she sat down on the bed between my legs. I had no idea she was going to give me head; I just assumed we were going to fuck. Well, she not only gave me head; she gave me GREAT head. To this day, I don't think I've ever gotten better head than what I've gotten from Amy. She started by doing the ole' teasing thingy; you know, licking around the tip, then licking, ever so slowly, up and down the shaft, before taking it all in. Then she did the whole jerk-you-off-while-she-sucks routine, all the while moaning and slurping like a porn star. It took every ounce of willpower to not come right away; eventually I had to warn her. "Amy, I'm gonna come if keep doing that!" "NO! Don't come yet! I want you to shoot the biggest load you've ever shot in your life!" "Can we fuck? Please?" "Shut up." She then sat up and straddled my legs for a second, before moving towards my cock. "Amy? Don't you want me to use a condom?" "You get tested every year for athletics, right? You're clean. So am I. I'm on the pill and I get my period in a week and a half. Reassured?" "Okay." "Now shut up and let me fuck you." With that she lowered herself onto my cock, slowly but surely, until I was in as far as I could go. She let out a bigger gasp as I hit her spot. "Jesus, Amy, you're already sokaing wet." "I told you, I almost always am." She bent down towards me, her breasts pressing against my chest. "Does this feel good?" she asked. "Oh my fucking God, you have no idea." "I bet I do." She then started moving her body back and forth, moving her pussy up and down over my cock while she was doing this. She looked into my eyes and we started kissing more passionately than we had done before; as we started moving faster she moaned into my mouth. We continued this way for a few minutes, then she sat up slightly. "I wanna ride you." "Go for it." She sat up all the way, the put her hands, palms down, on either side of my chest. She started moving her hips, then her entire lower torso, up and down on me. I reached behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks with both of my hands, feeling her flesh jiggle every time it hit my legs; "slap, slap, slap" as she came down. I watched as my cock moved in and out of her, watched as her little landing strip made contact with my own well-groomed patch of pubic hair. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down every time we made contact. She was almost sitting straight up now... "Oh, God, Andy, I'm gonna come!!" "Do it baby." I felt her pussy tighten around my cock (you really can, you know). Her body started trembling. "OH GOD!! OH SHIT!! I'M COMING!! I'M COMING!!" She let out a little squeal that only a female orgasm can produce, then stopped trembling. Her body was still quivering, however. "Oh my God, I haven't come that hard in like forever." "So that's a good thing." She was still moving up and down on me. "Andy, you said earlier that I had a nice ass. You want to watch it while I fuck you some more?" "Reverse cowgirl? Oh God yes Amy; Jenny doesn't like that position." It was more of a whimper than anything else. "Okay then." She raised herself off me. then swung her legs around until she was straddling my hips. Then she grabbed my cock and guided it into her, lowering herself onto it more slowly than before. Once it was in, she leaned back until she was once agin sitting almost straight up, only now she was facing the other way. For a guy like me who is big into visuals, reverse cowgirl is the sexual position of my dreams. "God I love your ass." "Thank you. I like it too." She started moving her body up and down again, except this time I didn't have to reach behind her to grab her ass cheeks; they were right in front of me now. Every time she came down, her ass would jiggle and ripple a little bit; for an ass man like me, that is the visual of my dreams. She started moving faster; up, down, up, down. I popped out of her once, but she just grabbed it and put it back in. "Do you like this, Andy? Do you like watching my ass as I ride you?" "Oh God yeah." She rode me in reverse for a few more minutes. "Andy, I'm getting a little worn out. Maybe it's time for you to be on top. I can't believe you haven't come yet." "Me neither. Maybe I'm just waiting for you to come again." She lifted herself off me, then I scooted over to give her room to lie down, which she did, spreading her legs and bending her knees slightly. I crawled over between her legs, spread them a little more, and using my hand, guided my penis into her. I started slowly at first, since some girls like missionary rough and some like it gentle, just as with being eating out. "Faster!" she cried, so I knew what she was into. I braced myself up with my arms and thrust into her, alternating between watching her facial expressions and watching my cock go in and out of her. "Andy! I'm coming again!" I started pumping faster, this time lifting my hips up a little bit with each thrust so I could hit her g-spot a bit better. "Oh God!" Once again I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock and could feel her involuntary quivering. Her whole body trembled as she let out a combination gasp/cry. "Jesus Christ, that was better than the first one." "So I'm doing pretty well, then." "You're like the best fuck ever." "Thank you." "It's you're turn to come now. I've already had two." "Don't worry. I'm not far away." "You know what would really be hot? If when you came I jerked you off all over my chest. It all started with a handjob, so we might as well continue the trend." "Fuck yes." My arms were getting tired, so I lowered myself closer to her, still thrusting away; this was more intimate anyway. Just the thought of her jacking me off onto her was enough to send me over the edge. "Amy I'm gonna come!" "I'm ready!" A couple more thrusts and that was it. I pulled out of her; she grabbed my dick with her right hand and stroked it about five times before I came. I shot a load that rivaled, if not surpassed, the one I had shot when she gave me the handjob the day before. It shot all the way to the headboard of her bed, about 4 feet away. It hit the pillow behind her head. It hit the pillow next to her head. It hit her chin. It hit her neck and shoulder. It hit her chest and her boobs. Finally, she stroked the last drop out of me and it fell on her belly. I'm not normally that big a cummer; it's just that with her, I was so aroused that everything was dialed up another level. "Jesus, Andy, that was as big as yesterday's!" "I know, normally I don't come that much. It's just you, I guess." "Well I guess that's as good a compliment as any." "Amy, that was the best sex I've ever had. And I'm not lying to you." "It was for me, too." "What time is it?" Amy looked over at her clock radio. "It's 1:45." "You mean we've only been in here for an hour?" "I know. It seems like a lot longer, doesn't it? Good sex does that to you though." "You mean GREAT sex." "Yeah." "Looks like we need another shower." "Yeah, I know. Don't get any ideas, though. I'm WAY too worn out for any shower sex." "That's alright. I'm not a fan anyhow," "Cool. We do have to wash these sheets though. We can't have Mom and Dad finding cum stains on them." "Yeah, really." "Anyway, I'm going to go take a quick shower. Would you be a dear and throw these in the wash for me?" "Anything for you, babe. The hottest piece of ass in the whole fucking state of Georgia." "Aw, thanks. You're not so bad yourself. By the way, 'Go Dawgs!'" "UGA sucks!" "You suck!" "By the way, Amy, what made you all of a sudden decide you were sexually attracted to me? After all, I AM your younger brother." "Well, we'll talk about that later tonight, after they've gone to bed. It's nothing major, just kind of out-of-the-blue type stuff. Agreed?" "Agreed. I love you, Amy." "I love you too, Andy." "Now go take your shower." Society Says... Ch. 04 (Once again thanks for the positive feedback. However, I hate to give away spoilers but...those who are asking about Mom & Dad joining in and such; sorry, it doesn't happen; it's not like that. This is not a fictional story; everything you have read about "Amy" and me really happened. Sorry to disappoint you.) While Amy was busy taking (another) shower, I threw her sheets and pillowcases in the washer and wiped down her headboard. I wonder to this day if our Mom wondered where her laundry detergent and fabric softener went. I didn't bother with a shower; I just wiped down my nether regions with soap, warm water, and a washcloth (which I threw in the washer with the other stuff). If anyone asked, I could always use the excuse that I was working out downstairs and was just too lazy to take a shower. At around 2:45 Amy and I put the sheets (and washcloth) in the dryer. Our parents wouldn't get home for at least 3 more hours. This left plenty of time for some heart-to-heart conversation about what had gone on between us the last 24 hours. "Amy, let's not wait til tonight to talk about what's happened. Mom and Dad won't be home til 6; that leaves us plenty of time to talk. I mean, I'm dying to know why; I don't think I can wait that long." "Okay, let's go downstairs and sit on the couch." "Let's go." We sat on the couch together, then she lay down and put her head in my lap. Her hair was still damp from the shower. She had on her bathrobe; I had on boxers and a wife-beater. "Andy, what do you want to know." "Why? What happened in the last 24 hours? I mean, we're brother and sister, right? We're not supposed to be fucking each other. We are brother and sister, right?" "Of course we are, dumbass! I barely remember it, but I remember the day they brought you home from the hospital. It's one of my earliest memories." "Well, if we're really brother and sister, then why have we been doing what we've been doing?" "Well, you're attracted to me, right? You sure seem to get hard with me pretty easily." "Yeah! You're sexy as fuck! I mean, you're better in bed than anyone I've ever been with! But it still doesn't change the fact that you're related to me." "True. But you don't plan on marrying me, right? You don't want me to have your children, do you? I figure as long as we keep this undercover and don't let ANYONE know; that includes telling your little high-school buddies, Andy; then what's the harm in a little sex? I mean, I know you as well as anyone and you know me as well as anyone. So the trust factor isn't an issue." "But don't you think it's wrong? I mean, if it was so normal, wouldn't everyone be doing it?" "I think it's a lot more common than you might think. One of my sorority sisters, Jamie, has been sleeping with her brother since she was 16 and he was 17. I'm the only person she's told; she'd kill me if she found out I told you. Anyway, she's now 22 and he's 23, and they're as normal and well-adjusted as anyone I know. In fact, her brother is engaged." "Engaged? But he's still having sex with somebody besides his fiance!" "Yeah, but she said something to me that makes perfect sense when you think about it. She said that there will never be a threat of him leaving his fiance for his sister, so as long as he loves her, he'll never cheat on her with another woman." "Does his fiance know he sleeps with his sister?" "Oh, yeah. He told her a couple of months after they started dating. She kind of freaked out at first, but he got Jamie to come over and talk to her. She just explained to her the situation and that she shouldn't feel threatened by her, since he wasn't going to leave her or anything. Oh, and before you can say anything, no they don't have threesomes, so get your mind out of the gutter." "Darn. I was hoping." "Typical male." "But you still haven't answered my question from earlier. When did you decide that you were sexually attracted to me? Why am I just now finding this out?" "Oh, babe, I've thought you were hot for the longest. I mean, think about it. You're a Virgo. I'm a Capricorn. We're the perfect sexual match for our signs; I think you've figured that out too. You play sports; I play sports. We both like the same music. We never really argued or fought that much when we were kids. You know, you're really a good-looking guy. Not supermodel hot, mind you, but those guys are way too vain for me anyway." "Well, thanks, I think. Yeah, you're pretty hot, too, you know. You're a smart-ass like me, and you've got a good head on your shoulders, unlike a lot of girls your age. You're right about how similar we are, though. A lot of times siblings go out of their way to be different from each other. We never did that, did we." "So do you have a problem with what we're doing? If you do, we can stop and pretend like it never happened." "No, I don't have a problem with it; I'm just terrified that someone will find out, especially Mom and Dad. And what if you happen to get pregnant?" "Look, I'm not getting pregnant. The pill is 99.9% effective; if I do, then, well, I guess we'll have to deal with that situation; but it's not gonna happen, alright? And how would anyone find out? No one's here watching us. Besides, the only person I might tell is Jamie, because she's in the same boat." "But what'll I tell Jenny?" "I don't think you'd wanna tell her; I don't think a high-school girl could handle it. But think about it from your side; you'd be getting ass from 2 hot-ass girls, but people would only know about one." "But Amy, it's so wrong." She looked up at me, "But it's so right." She then sat up and scooted over to me; we started kissing and with that my erection started up again (pun intended). I put her hand on my hard-on. "See what you do to me, Amy?" "I see; your dick loves me as much as I love him. But you know we can't do anything. Mom and Dad'll be home soon. We can't chance it. I do have an idea how we can spend the night together, though." "What do you have planned, me lovely?" "It's a secret. You'll find out at dinner, the same time they will." "I hate you." "I LOVE you!" "You don't love me, you just love my doggiestyle." "We haven't tried that yet." For the second time that day I almost came in my pants at her suggestive talking. Right on cue our parents came home about 6 P.M.; since they carpooled, they always arrived home together. They usually alternated cooking; Mom Monday, Dad Tuesday, etc. Tonight (Friday) was Dad's turn; Spaghetti and meatballs (yum!). About halfway through dinner, Amy told us her plan. "Hey, guys, um, Beth is having a party tonight, kind of a going back-to-school thing. Would it be alright if I brought Andy along? I know he's not 21, but you always told us that we were going to drink anyway and just make sure to call you if we needed a ride home. You did that for me a couple of times, remember? Dad drove me home and Mom drove my car home. We're probably going to stay the night at Beth's parents' house anyway, so that wouldn't be an issue." "Where are Beth's parents?" asked Mom. "Hilton Head." "Do they know about this party?" "Probably not." "I don't know, Amy." "Dad, please? You know how much Mom worries. We're not gonna drive home. We'll crash at her house. Please?" Dad answered, "Amy, you know Andy is only 18. What if something happened to him?" (Meanwhile, I'm slurping spaghetti in silence) "Like what? I told you we're not driving." "What if he drank too much? What if he got sick?" "Dad, I'm his big sister. You know I won't let that happen." "Alright, but be careful. If you need anything, call us, okay?" "Okay, Dad." What a Daddy's girl. Mom said to me, "Andy, now you be careful. We're doing this as a favor to you and your sister, okay? We trust you. Don't dissapoint us." "I won't, Mom." After dinner, I told our parents that Amy and I would be doing dishes as gratitude for letting us go out; Amy actually agreed with me this time. They went to the living room to watch T.V., and Amy and I retreated to the kitchen to do the dishes. I still didn't know the full extent of her plan. "Amy," I said with 2 hands full of suds, "are we really going to a party at Beth's house?" "No, silly, her parents are home." "So they're not in Hilton Head?" "Of course not. I just told them that so they wouldn't get suspicious of us spending the night together." "Yeah, how are we going to spend the night together?" "By getting a hotel room." "Really?" "Yes, really. You know I have to go back to Athens on Sunday, and school starts back up for you, too, so I figured this is our only chance to be alone together until then. You know very well we can't have sex here, especially now that it's the weekend and they'll be home all day." "But I'll have to pay you back the money..." "Don't worry about the money. I was supposed to be down in Panama City, remember? I have a couple hundred dollars that I'm not using. Besides, I'm getting more ass than if I was down there, anyway. All those frat boys get old after awhile." "Where did you have in mind?" "I was thinking about down in Buckhead. The Swissotel down there is really nice; we had our prom there." "Isn't that place expensive?" "Only $75 a night. I got a deal over the phone." "You mean you already set it up? What if Mom and Dad had said no?" "I would've just eaten the $75. Maybe go down there anyway with a couple of girlfriends and go bar-hopping. I don't really know. Besides, I knew they'd say yes anyway." "So when are we leaving?" "As soon as we're done here. Just bring your toothbrush. We'll just wear the same clothes tomorrow as we wore tonight, so it looks like we crashed at Beth's house." "I'm gonna take a quickie shower, though. No more than 5 minutes." "Hurry up. I'll finish here." About 8:30, we left. We said goodbye to our parents; as we were leaving Mom said, "Please be careful." We both repiled, "We will, Mom. Bye." For those who don't know, Buckhead is Atlanta's answer to Beverly Hills; lots of $$$$, along with the city's best restaurants, stores, and hotels. The Swissotel is smack dab in the center of it all. It's about 15 miles from our parents' house. We got there around 9 P.M. After the valet parked the car, Amy went inside by herself to check in; it would look suspicious for me to go with her, since I looked all of 16. After she checked in, she came back out and I then followed her in and towards the elevators. Our room; 8th floor, room 818. This time, we were a little slower and more deliberate at first than we were earlier that afternoon. We did make out quite extensively in the elevator on the way up, but we waited unitl we got to our room to get really into it. We did take the time to turn on a few lights; being that this was a very upscale hotel, the lights had dimmers on them; very nice. Needless to say, we set the mood. I thought I'd go the romantic route this time, so I unbuttoned her shirt for her. As I pulled it open, I noticed. "Braless again, I see." "You know it." I pulled her shirt off, then unbuttoned her pants and pulled down her zipper. I lowered them over her hips and down her legs; when I reached her ankles, she lifted her feet so I could pull them off all the way. Then I did the usual (for us) and threw them casually on the floor. I was on my knees, and she was standing in front of me, naked except for her baby blue thong. I thought I'd go the teasing route this time as well, so I ran my fingers underneath the waistband of her thong, slowly. It tickled her a little bit, because I could see the goosebumps forming. I leaned over and kissed her belly, just below her navel, flicking my tongue out ever so slowly. "Oh, God, Andy, that feels so fucking good." I didn't say a word; I just kissed her lower and lower until I reached the top of her thong. Then I grabbed both sides and pulled it down slowly, all the way down; she did the same thing with her ankles as she did with her pants (I tossed them aside, as well). I started kissing around her hip bones, then I ever so gently kissed and licked my way over to her pussy. "Andy, please fuck me now! I'm going crazy here!" "Not yet. I wanna see how many I times I can make you come. Lay down." So she did. I spread her legs a bit and went to work, doing my cherrio trick, pressing down on her clit, the whole nine yards. It took maybe 5 minutes before she came. "Oh my God that was good. Stand up on the bed." I stood up. She sat up, got on her knees, and pulled my pants down (in 1997 guys wore baggy jeans; the were easy to pull off). My dick, always hard in her presence, stood up and saluted her. She wasted no time in going to work on me (don't standing-up blowjobs feel good?). I loved the fact then when she was sucking me, she looked at up at me and winked. I loved the popping sound whenever she pulled her mouth back. I loved when she licked the tip. I loved when she jerked me while sucking. I loved it all. She gave me head for a few more minutes, then pulled back. "Do me from behind. We haven't done that yet." She got on her hands and knees facing the side of the bed. I kneeled behind her and guided my dick into her. I'm not lying when I say this girl gets wetter than anyone I have ever seen; it makes it easier to get it in. I grabbed her hips and slowly started thrusting into her. "Hey, Amy, look. There's a mirror over the dresser. We can see everything." "No shit. Why do you think I faced this way?" "Oh my God, you fucking rule." "Thank you. Now shut up and fuck me." I picked up the pace on my thrusts, going deeper every time. Every time I thrust, my pelvic area would audibly slap her ass. Everytime my body slapped her ass, her ass cheeks would ripple up towards her hips. You know me, being a visual ass man; it's my favorite thing in the world to see that. We both looked into the mirror; I think she liked watching her ass, too. Faster; "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP." She actually started moving her body back into mine every time I thrust; I'm really fucking the shit out of her, I thought to myself. I was now the only one watching the mirror; her face was now down on the bed. Her ass cheeks kept rippling. I kept thrusting; no, I was past thrusting. I was pounding. "Oh God! OH MY GOD! ANDY!" I felt her shake and quiver in my hands; she stopped moving her body back into mine; I didn't stop, though. "That's two!" She could barely catch her breath. "Oh my God, that was the best one yet! You're amazing!" "Would you get on top? I love when you ride me." "Forwards or backwards?" "Forwards. I wanna look at you." I pulled out of her and lay on my back. She straddled me and sat on my dick; she didn't even need her hand to guide me in. She sat up and put her hands on my stomach. She started moving up and down, up and down, lifting her hips off me every time she went up. It was now her turn to fuck the shit out of me; every time she came down her ass made the same slapping sound against my legs as it did when I was fucking her from behind. Once again I felt her pussy contract and quiver. She closed her eyes and whimpered; I think she was just too spent to say anything... "Number three!" "Yeah," she sighed, "Andy, please come for me now." "Almost." Ten seconds later, "Oh, Amy, I'm gonna come!" With that, she hopped off me, kneeled in between my legs, and started jerking me off. About 10 strokes and I came about 2 feet in the air, most of it landing on my chest this time, although some got on her arm and hand. "Damn, baby, that is so fucking hot." All I could say was "OOOGH!" She kept stroking me until I could come no more. After the last drops oozed out, she gently rubbed the tip of her thumb along the head, rubbing around the little bit on there. "I fucking love watching you come. It's so hot to see a guy shoot his load." "I love it when you jerk me off." "From now on, whenever you're gonna come, I want to jack you off, okay?" "No problem!" "Shower time?" "Definitely." We showered together, washing each others' backs (and backsides). No sex, though; Amy disliked shower sex as much as I do. We did kiss quite a bit, though. It was a little after 11 P.M. when we both crawled into bed (naked, by the way). We had planned on raiding the mini-bar and watching movies, but we were both too worn out and basically passed out soon after, laying on our left sides with my arm around her. We slept in until around 9 A.M. Amazingly, I once again woke up with a huge morning hard-on; maybe because Amy had her hand on it and was slowly stroking it. "Damn, boy, does this thing ever sleep?" "Not as long as you're around." "Wanna fuck?" "What do you think?" We did it pretty slowly this time, missionary-style, although we did look into each other's eyes and kiss quite a bit. I didn't thrust; we just kind of moved with each other's rhythm; whenever I was in all the way, she would move her hips and body up against mine, pressing my dick against her g-spot. She had another quiet sighing orgasm, dug her fingernails into my back and pulled my body tighter onto hers. "Come for me baby. I want to jack you off all over my tits." I was more than happy to oblige. About 30 seconds later I pulled out and she did what she had done our first time; stroked me off all over her chest and belly. I could be wrong, but she might have had a small orgasm from the cum hitting her chest. I don't know for sure; I've never asked. We didn't bother with a shower this time; we just used soap, warm water, and a washcloth. Check out time was at 11 A.M. It was now 10 A.M. We spent the next hour laying in bed wrapped in each other's arms, watching Saturday morning cartoons. We still had a day and a half together; how would we spend them? Society Says... Ch. 05 (All names, including mine, have been changed to protect the not-so innocent, just in case anyone we know should happen to read this) So we checked out of the Swissotel about 11:15, even though checkout time was 11 A.M. The guy at the front desk didn't say anything though; we didn't think he would, anyway. We got back to our parents' house a little after 12 noon. The weather had warmed up back into the 70's, so Dad was out front in the driveway washing his car ('96 Camry; told you our family was boring). As we parked her car and got out ('94 Paseo; her graduation present and a definite chick car) Dad asked us how our night was. We stole a quick glance at one another, then Amy said, "Fun. Oh, don't worry, Dad; Andy didn't drink too much. He was too busy macking on the ladies to get drunk." She winked at me. "That's my boy. Just make sure you use protection." "DAD!!" My face was burning. "Just kidding. Your mother's inside; lunch should be ready in a bit." "Okay Dad." Once we got inside, Amy went upstairs to take a shower, and I went in the kitchen to say hi to Mom. Just as I got there, she was finishing up the sandwiches (turkey; we ate a lot of sandwiches growing up). "Hi Mom." "Hi honey. How was the party? Did you drink too much?" "Oh, no. I was kinda tired, so I cut myself off after about 5 beers." "Only 5, huh?" Mom said, laughing. "Yeah. Amy got kinda wasted, though." "How's she feeling?" "Oh, she's fine. A little hungover, but she'll be alright. She's upstairs taking a shower." "Would you do me a favor and tell her lunch is almost ready?" "But she's in the shower." "Just crack the door and yell at her. She'll hear you." "Okay. I have to change anyway. My clothes smell like beer." "Don't be long." "I won't." Once I got upstairs I cracked open the bathroom door (well, maybe a little more than a crack) and yelled to Amy that lunch was ready. "Jesus, you don't have to shout, Andy," Amy said, peeking her head through the shower curtain. "Sorry, Mom said to yell just in case you didn't hear me." "Whatever. I'll be done in a minute; come inside and close the door behind you." "But she'll wonder where I am. I told her I was just gonna change clothes." "We'll make it quick. Remember what happened here 48 hours ago?" "Duh..I don't know. Umm, something about you catching me choking the chicken or something?" "Good answer. Now, I want you to pick up where you left off." "We don't have time." "Yes we do. Now take off your pants and jack off for me." She then pulled back the shower curtain; I got hard almost immediately. "Take off your pants. Now." "Okay. But we have to be quick," I said, pulling them down. "We will. Now jack off." I reached behind me, grabbed the lotion, and went to work. With the combination of seeing her naked and knowing that our parents were downstairs, I knew I wasn't going to last long. Especially when she started talking dirty and playing with herself. "Jack that cock for me. Do you like watching me rub my pussy? Oh, are you gonna come? I wanna see you come." "I'm close." "Come on me. I'll just rinse it off." "Amy, I'm coming." "Come on me." I stepped forward and aimed at her stomach. Since we had only had sex a couple hours prior, it wasn't a whole lot, but I still came a healthy amount. It hit her right above her belly button, about 3 spurts worth. "God I love it when you come on me," she said as she rinsed it off her. "I love it, too." "You better leave, mister. I don't want them catching you in here." "Right. See you in a minute." I pulled my pants up and snuck off to my room to change. I had only been in the bathroom for about 3 minutes. Just as I left my room to go downstairs, I heard the shower stop, meaning Amy was done and would be down soon. "Is Amy almost done?" my mom asked. "Yeah, she'll be down in a minute." "That girl and her showers." "I know." Mom, Dad, and I had just started eating when Amy joined us. She was wearing a different pair of Old Navy sleep pants, a Delta Theta t-shirt, and had a towel wrapped around her head. She looked like the prototypical college sorority girl. "So Amy, Andy tells me you got a little drunk last night," my Mom said. Amy looked at me, then over at Mom. "Oh, just a little, Mom. I fell fine now, though." "Well, that's good. I hope you had fun." "Oh, believe me, Mom, we did." We finished lunch about 1 P.M. Since it was Amy's and my last full day of Spring Break, we decided to be good and hang out with our parents that day. The four of us went shopping (well, at least she and Mom did) at Lenox Square (the premier mall in the Southeast), then we saw the movie Private Parts (Dad's choice, but funny as hell), which had just come out the week before (yes, I saw THAT movie with my parents). We then had dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. It was a pretty long day, and our parents were pretty tired, with them pushing 50 and all, so we all went home. We got home around 9 P.M. We all played cards (gin rummy) for a little while; about 10:30, Dad said they were going upstairs to watch TV and go to bed. "Now you two be good; keep it to a dull roar, okay?" Dad said, "What time are you leaving tomorrow, Amy?" "Oh, around 4, maybe 5. I wanna get unpacked and clean up my room a little bit." "Okay, then. Goodnight." "Goodnight Dad. Goodnight Mom." "Hey, Amy, you know what this means. We have the whole downstairs to ourselves again. How long do you think they'll be awake?" "Oh, an hour maybe. Maybe an hour and a half." "What do you want to do till then?" "You know, we haven't had a really good conversation in ages." "About what?" "About anything. School, the opposite sex, you name it. Let's go sit on the couch." I won't bore you with details, but we talked for well over an hour, about school, my major (Psychology), her major (English), my girlfriend, her relationships, politics, her friends, my friends, what college was really like and what to expect, and about Mom and Dad and them getting older. It was in all honesty one of the best parts of the whole time we spent together that week. We watched SNL (or at least the last hour of it; it was a rerun anyway) until it ended at 1 A.M. Well, at least we tried to watch it; she was giving me head on and off throughout the show and I was fingering her when she wasn't. After the show ended, we turned off the T.V. (the lights in the living room were already off). "Okay, buster, this is my last night before I have to go back to Athens tomorrow. You're mine." "Oh, you think so, huh?" "I know so." "Aren't you worried about Mom and Dad?" "They're fast asleep. They had a bottle of wine with dinner, so they'll be out till 10 in the morning at least." "Good point." "Now strip." Since we had been doing foreplay for the last hour, neither one of us needed a warm-up. I simply stood up and pulled off my sweatpants while she took off her sleep pants and t-shirt. "Hold on. What if we make a mess?" "Don't worry. I'll put this old blanket on the floor just in case. If anything gets on it, I'll keep it in my room and just throw it in the washer in the morning and tell mom we spilled Coke on it." "Good idea." "Thank you. Now shut up and kiss me." So I did. God, was she a good kisser. She was stroking my erection with her right hand, so I took my right hand and started rubbing her pussy; she as was wet as always. She moaned in my mouth when I did that. We broke our embrace. "Lay down," I told her. She lay down on her back and spread her legs. "Fuck me." "Oh, don't worry. I will." I guided myself into her (her wetness always makes it so easy to slide in). She jumped a little at first penetration, but grabbed my back and pulled me in deeper. I started thrusting, gently at first. "Harder." I started thrusting harder, once again lifting up each time to hit her g-spot. She whimpered each time, careful not to get too loud, since the parents were upstairs, after all. I had to be careful, too, since it was pretty audible every time our bodies made contact. The whole time I was thrusting, we looked into each others' eyes. "I love your dick." "How much?" "It's the best dick in the world." "Are you gonna come for me, Amy?" "Oh, yes, oh, yes, OH, YES!" "Shhhhh." "Oh, Andy, oh, Andy, oh, God!" "Nice one." "Oh my God that was good." "Thank you." "Fuck me doggie-style." "Hell yeah." I pulled out and sat up, while she rolled over onto her stomach, then pulled herself up on her knees. She stuck her ass up into the air. "I know you like seeing this again." "You're telling me." "Fuck me. Make it jiggle." I guided my dick into her; she actually backed her ass up into me and kind of forced it in, to be honest. The first few strokes were her backing her ass cheeks into me; eventually I took over. "I love your ass, Amy. It gets me off watching your ass as I fuck you." "I do my best. I love it when you get off." Once again, I was pounding her from behind. Her ass cheeks rippled and jiggled right below me; they were slapping so hard if anyone would've awakened they most likely would've heard it. I was too into what we were doing to care, however. "Oh, Andy, I'm coming again. Oh, shit! Fuck me! Oh God!" For the first time since we had started having sex, I came right about the same time as she was. "Amy, I'm gonna come!" "Wait! I wanna jack you off onto my chest." I pulled out, then she turned over and sat up on her knees. She grabbed my dick and started stroking it until I came. The first spurt hit her neck, just above her clavicle. She then aimed it down at her chest, another spurt hitting her between her tits, then another on each breast. The last spurt hit her on her belly. After she stroked the last drops out of me, she rubbed the cum over her nipples with the tip of my penis; that was the first time she had done that. "Amy, you're a fucking goddess." "You're not so bad yourself. I could fuck you all day." "Wouldn't you get sore after awhile?" "It's a figure of speech, dummy." "I know. I was just being a smartass." "Whatever. Lets get cleaned up." She used her t-shirt to wipe the cum off her. "We didn't get any on the blanket. That's good." "Amy, what time is it?" She looked over at the VCR clock, "1:30." "My, we're quick, aren't we?" "Yes, we are." "I wish you didn't have to leave tomorrow. I wish you'd never leave." "Aww, that's so sweet. I know; I wish I didn't have to either. Don't worry; this summer is gonna be unforgettable." "I can't wait. I love you, Amy." "I love you too, Andy. Neither can I." We gave each other one last, long, sloppy wet kiss before getting dressed and calling it a night. We slept until about 10:30 A.M. Amy actually woke me up. "Wake up sexy, Mom's making breakfast." "Sure. Hey, I never told you; last night kicked ass." "Well, yeah, no shit. I got off twice again." "No, I meant the talk. We never really get to do that anymore." "Oh, yeah. You know what? I really enjoyed that, too." "As much as the sex?" "Close. But not quite." "I'm right there with you." Breakfast was bacon, eggs, and toast (real exciting, I know). After breakfast, Amy went upstairs to start packing for her trip back to Athens. And yes, she took another shower. I decided that it was the least I could do for all the pussy she had given me the last few days, so when Amy went upstairs, I went outside and washed her car. Paseos (remember them?) were pretty small, so it didn't take that long, maybe 45 minutes, to do the job. After I had finished, I took the used rags upstairs and threw them in the wash; just as I was doing that, Amy came out of the bathroom, having just finished her shower. "Oh, good timing. Hey, Amy, come downstairs; I wanna show you something." "What?" "Just come down with me." "This better be good." "Now cover your eyes." "I hate this." "Just cover your eyes. Please?" I took her to the front door, opened it, and led her outside. After she took a few steps, I said, "Okay, you can open them." She moved her hands away from her eyes, "Holy shit, you washed my car for me! Andy, you really didn't have to do that!" "I didn't have to; I wanted to. You deserved it after the last few days." She reached over and hugged me, "Well, thank you SO much. That is SO sweet of you." "No problem. For the hottest piece of ass in all of Georgia." She laughed, "Likewise." It was now a little after 3 in the afternoon; Amy would be leaving in the next hour or so. After washing and waxing her car, I was pretty grubby, so I decided to get cleaned up for her send-off; what else but a shower would suffice? I was just rinsing the conditioner out of my hair when I heard her voice, "Andy, are you almost done?" "Amy! You scared me! Yeah, I'm almost done. Why?" "Well, I just wanted to thank you again for washing my car. It was really sweet of you." "It's no biggie, really." "Well, it is to me. I just wanted to give you something to remember me by." "Mom and Dad are downstairs." "Dad's watching basketball and Mom's in the garden, so they'll never know." She came in the bathroom and closed the door. I turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. I already had an erection. "Looks like somebody's happy to see me again." "Girl, he's always ready for you." "I see that." She then kneeled on the bath rug right in front of the tub. "Step closer to me. I'm gonna give you a going-away present." "But you're the one who's going away." "Whatever. Come here." She slowly worked her mouth over my dick, first the tip, then towards her right hand, with which she had made a fist at the base. She then worked back up the shaft, moving her fist up with her. When she got to the tip, she swirled it around with her tongue. Talk about sensitive! She then put her hands on my hips and plunged the whole thing into her mouth, working up and down, up and down, making those wonderful slurping noises as she did it. "Oh, Amy, you fucking rule at giving blowjobs." Her mouth was full, so she didn't respond. (ha!) (Those slurping sounds, oh those wonderful slurping sounds). About 5 minutes later, "Oh Amy, I'm gonna come again!" She didn't pull her mouth away this time, however. This time, I came in her mouth; for the first time ever, I came in a girl's mouth... She worked me with her hand until I was drained. She didn't swallow; she got up and spit into the sink. I couldn't blame her; I sure as hell wouldn't want to swallow that stuff. She rinsed her mouth out with water, then with mouthwash. "Okay, buster, that's a treat, alright? I don't normally do that 'cause I don't like the taste of that stuff. But after what we did the last few days, I think we could justify a little extra credit." "Thank you, Amy. I've never come in a girl's mouth before." "Really?" "Really. Jenny won't even consider doing it. She thinks it's gross." "Well, so do I, but I'll do it if it's the right guy and the right situation." "Well, I guess I'm the right guy then." "You betcha." Amy left for Athens about a half-hour after that. She was right; that summer of '97 after high-school was the most unforgettable one of my life; we fucked like rabbits. I mean, I have yet to this day gotten laid as much in as short a time as the 3 months we spent together that summer. Don't even get me started on the trip to...oh, never mind, it's for another time. After I left for Georgia Southern in Statesboro (about 3 hours from Athens, and yes, the same name as the Allman Brothers song), we didn't see each other as much as we had; I usually only came home on breaks and holidays. But when we did see each other...let's just say it was crazy sex, whenever we had the chance. She did make the trip to my campus a couple of times; one advantage I had was no one there knew she was my sister, so I could pass her off as my girlfriend from back home; something she didn't have at hers. Our parents never knew about either visit. Amy graduated from UGA in '98, and got a job in Raleigh, NC, where she is still currently residing. After she moved to Raleigh, we really only saw each other at Christmas. She got a serious boyfriend soon after moving, and we pretty much stopped hooking up. She married in August of 2000, and has a 6 year-old son and a 4 year-old daughter. Unfortunately, her husband was an asshole (we tried to tell her) and they divorced in July of '05. I graduated from GSU in '01, moved back in with my parents for awhile, and moved to Denver in the fall of '02. I've never been married (nor do I plan to anytime soon), nor do I have any kids. We still get together every Christmas, alternating between cities; Atlanta one year, Raleigh the next, then Denver; you get the picture. During the time Amy was married, we didn't have sex together; after all, she was married (albeit to a selfish asshole, but that's another story). We messed around a few times, but it never went any further than that. Now that she's divorced, however... The past 2 Christmases were fun...