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 Archive name: sibling.txt (mf, inc, mast, voy)
 Authors name: Heatheranne
 Story Title : Sibling Revelry



	It was Friday night and Allen sat alone, in his
 living room, reading a science fiction novel. His date
 with Trish was off. She had said that a sick headache
 was going to send her to bed early. Allen was more than
 disappointed, he was smitten with Trish's good looks
 and just the thought of their upcoming date had given
 him a hard-on almost perpetually all week.  She could
 drive him crazy with her casual way of rubbing her tits
 across his arm as they walked, or tickle his ear with
 her warm breath when she whispered to him. But so far
 they had done little more than make out. Trish had been
 promising more and Allen had been hoping that tonight
 would be the night for him to finally have his horny
 teenage fantasy fulfilled. Her cancellation of the date
 had sent him into a funk and eventually into the
 fantastic world of the novel's alternate universe.

	It had taken him quite a while to get interested
 in the novel's plot. In fact he had become so interest-
 ed that he failed to notice when his sister, Mandy,
 entered the room and took a chair across from him. He
 finally looked up when she lightly cleared her throat.

	 Allen used to tease his little sister about her
 looks. Until about a year ago she had been a tall gawky
 thing. All arms and legs punctuated by knobby knees and
 elbows. When she sat, she'd had the habit of folding
 her pipe stem limbs tightly to her chest and hiding her
 face and tomboy hairstyle. She had been so flat that
 Allen had teased that her training bra was dying from
 lack of exercise. She had been so self-conscious about
 her looks that she hardly spoke to anyone outside the
 family and a few close girlfriends.

	That was no longer the case. Across the room
 from him sat a poised, beautiful young woman. She sat
 erect in the chair, with one long shapely leg crossed
 over the other. Her soft brown hair, now grown longer,
 was gently curled inward just below her jawline. And
 she was certainly no longer flat chested. He'd over-
 heard his mother complaining to Mandy the other day,
 that there didn't seem to be any need to wash her bras,
 since they'd just have to go out and buy one the next
 size larger anyway. Her favorite T-shirt, that she was
 wearing tonight, used to hang loosely on her. Now it
 was stretched sexy tight across her breasts. 

	"What's up?" he asked when he saw that she
 obviously had something to say. 

	"I heard something from Alice today."

	Allen knew that Mandy and Alice weren't the best
 of friends. "What did your little friend have to say?"
 he asked sarcastically. 

	Mandy didn't rise to the gibe. Her face remained
 serious as she said, "She was bragging to me that her
 brother, Scott, was going out with Trish tonight."	

	"Whaaa...?" said Allen, his mouth hanging open.
 
	"I'm sorry....I know how you feel about Trish,"
 she said sympathetically. 

	Allen pressed her for details, but that was all
 she knew. For a minute he tried to return to the book
 on his lap, but it couldn't regain his interest. When
 he looked up, Mandy was still sitting there. "Let's go
 to a movie or something," Allen said, "I don't want to
 mope around here all night."

	Mandy's face lit up. She adored her brother. He
 was not only very handsome but he also had a well
 muscled body from all the hours of practice that he put
 in for his various sports, and besides she was proud to
 be seen with him. She said, "Let me change. I'll be
 ready in five minutes."

	More like five hours, thought Allen, but true to
 her word, Mandy was back in the living room in just a
 few minutes. She had changed into navy shorts and a
 denim button up shirt that was certainly looser than
 the tee she had taken off, but she had left the top two
 buttons open and was showing more than a little cleav-
 age. He started to say something, but thought, what the
 heck, let people think that the sexy young girl was his
 date. 

	They had to use their father's pick up truck as
 their parents had taken the newer family car out of
 town, and in a few minutes they pulled into the parking
 lot of the local multiplex theater. He was surprised
 when Mandy wanted to see an R rated action flick. That
 was thoughtful, Allen thought, he certainly wasn't in
 the mood for a romantic comedy. 

	He wondered if Mandy would have any trouble
 getting in the theater, as she couldn't show an ID.
 Allen was seventeen and looked older, he was not only
 tall but he also had a beard that required shaving
 daily. But then he took a good look at his sister. No
 problem he thought,  with that touch of makeup she was
 wearing, she could be a college co-ed. In any event,
 no one asked for their ID, and soon they were in the
 theater watching some scantily clad busty babes mow
 down the bad guys by the score. 

	They had been watching the movie for several
 minutes when Mandy whispered, "I'm cold," and snuggled
 to his side, pulling his arm around her shoulders and
 resting her arm on his leg. Allen had to smile. If
 Mandy had been his girlfriend, Trish, then it would
 have taken him half the movie to get the nerve to put
 his arm around her shoulders. And then he would have
 spent the other half of the movie trying to nonchalant-
 ly ease his hand down to her breast. At that instant
 Mandy shivered, and shook Allen's arm enough so that
 his hand did fall to her breast. Before he could remove
 his hand, Mandy whispered, "Look at that."

	Allen refocused his attention on the screen,
 where the leading man and lady were in a passionate
 embrace. As he watched, they removed one another's
 clothing until they were both naked on the bed, with
 the leading man tenderly kissing the breasts of the
 well-endowed actress. 

	Speaking of breasts, when Mandy put her head on
 his shoulder, Allen realized that he had been firmly
 holding her breast for the last minute or two. She
 didn't seem to mind, in fact, she had moved her arm
 from the top of his thigh until it was between his
 legs. Even though Allen was sure that she was only
 trying to find some more warmth, her forearm was firmly
 resting on his cock, and every little move she made was
 stimulating him. 

	By the time the movie was over Allen had
 sustained a full erection for nearly an hour. He was
 thankful that the theater remained dark as they walked
 out. He moved painfully for a few steps until his cock
 decided that the pain wasn't much of a turn on and
 shrank to a less awkward size. 

	They made their way back to the truck and got
 in. "Want to drive around a little?" Allen asked. 

	"Where to? Mandy asked. 

	Allen looked at his sister and grinned, "How
 about Knight's Lake?"

	Mandy smiled at her brother. Knight's lake was
 the local lovers' lane. "You just want to see if
 Trish's down there."

	"Sure, I'd like to see if she's cheating on me,"
 he confessed. 

	"Won't she know this truck? I think you're just
 going to look like an idiot, riding around a make out
 spot with your sister."

	"There must be twenty trucks just like this one
 in town, and besides I don't care if she does see me,"
 he argued. Although he knew that he would be mortified
 if she actually recognized him. 

	It took them a few minutes to get to the parking
 area where, it was joked, the local teenagers learned
 more biology than in school. As they drove slowly down
 the line of parked cars they could see bodies casting
 suggestive shadows on steamed up windows.

	"If Scott and Trish are here, we'll never see
 them, I don't know what kind of car he drives." said
 Mandy. "We might as well park. Maybe we'll see them as
 they drive by or something."

	Then, as if on cue, Scott walked out of the
 woods twenty yards away, zipping up his jeans like he
 had just relieved himself, and climbed into a Camero.
 Allen slowed and parked their truck close enough to see
 into the muscle car, but not so close so as to be
 obvious.

	They had parked so that Allen had to peer out of
 the passenger window of the truck in order to see the
 other couple. He practically had to scoot into Mandy's
 lap to see what they were doing. Each time he thought
 that Scott or Trish was about to spy him, Allen ducked
 his head back to his side of the truck cab. After a
 few minutes of watching her brother bob his head around
 as if it were on a spring Mandy said, "Will you cut
 that out? If you don't want them to suspect anything
 they need to see us making out like everybody else."
 With that she wrapped an arm around Allen's neck as he
 leaned toward her side of the truck cab once again. She
 twisted Allen's head so that he could see out the
 window and then she locked her lips on his. 

	At first Allen thought, this is a great idea. I
 get to watch Trish and she'll never know it's me. After
 a few second though he realized that his sister's lips
 were soft and moist and that he was thoroughly enjoying
 the kiss. He thought back over the events of the even-
 ing. Could his sister really be coming on to him? Were
 those seemingly innocent touches something else? Or was
 this all some big tease where Mandy would end up laugh-
 ing her cute little ass off? Well, there was one way to
 find out. 

	Allen snaked an arm around Mandy's shoulders and
 pulled her closer. At the same time he opened his mouth
 slightly and grazed the tip of his tongue across her
 lips. He fully expected his sister to pull away in
 disgust, but she surprised him by moaning softly and
 opening her own mouth, and when their tongues touched
 it was like two live wires coming together. 

	Allen could feel a sexual surge go through his
 body, making his cock leap to attention again. He was
 amazed by his own reaction. He could appreciate that
 his sister was a good looking and sexy young woman, but
 to have her arouse him like this was just too much.
 They pulled apart. Mandy said, "Wow, Allen, that was
 neat."

	"Neat?" cried Allen. "We aren't supposed to be
 doing this."

	"Why not?"  She smiled. "It's only kissing,
 silly, isn't that what Trish's doing?" 

	Allen had forgotten about her. He glanced around
 his sister's head just in time to see the interior of
 Scott's Camero lit up by the headlights of a passing
 car. Scott and Trish weren't making out as he had
 feared. They were screwing as if they had both come
 into heat. Trish had straddled Scott's cock and was
 bouncing on it for all she was worth. 

	"Damn," said Allen, "Look at that."	 

	"What?" asked Mandy. As she turned to look out
 the window, Mandy braced herself by placing her hand
 on Allen's crotch. As she levered her way around Mandy
 pushed and rubbed on his cock, seemingly by accident.

	"Oh yeah, they're really going at it aren't
 they?" she said in an awed tone. She kept punctuating
 her words by pushing on the rapidly expanding cock
 between Allen's legs. 

	Allen didn't know if he needed to shit or go
 blind. Here he was watching his girl friend screw
 another guy like she was trying to set some kind of
 record, while at the same time his own sister,
 intentionally or not, was giving him an class-A boner.
 
	Before he could stop himself Allen reached
 around his sister and grabbed her tits. As he watched
 the sex show in the car across the way Allen found
 himself unbuttoning his sister's shirt and pulling her
 bra down so that he could rub and fondle the hardening
 nipples now jutting proudly above her bra cups.

	"Yes Allen, I love it...mmmmm ," moaned Mandy.
 She covered his hands with hers as she unclasped her
 bra and pulled Allen's hands to her full firm breasts.
 She turned in her brother's grasp. As Mandy resumed
 caressing her brothers throbbing cock through his pants
 she looked into his eyes and said, "Forget Trish, I'm
 here." 

	'I'm not crazy,' thought Allen, 'She's as turned
 on as I am'.

	Then he kissed Mandy with real passion. Their
 tongues twisted and fought one another. He peeled off
 her shirt and bra and then they raced to get out of
 their shorts and underclothes.

	Mandy took his cock in hand and began to rub and
 play with the rod as if it were a toy. She whispered
 with a little awe in her voice, "It's so hard and hot
 Allen."

	"And if you keep on rubbing it like that it's
 going to get really wet," he said, as Mandy's hand made
 the pressure in his aching cock grow more insistent
 with each stroke of her fingers. 

	"Wet?" she asked. She looked down just in time
 to see the first spurt of creamy white cum erupt from
 Allen's cockhead. "Oh wow Allen, that is so cool," she
 said, jacking him even harder, trying to milk all the
 cum from his cock.

	Allen could only moan and shiver as Mandy's
 fingers swirled around his swollen and incredibly
 sensitive  cockhead. "Ohhhhhh  .... ahhhh...Mandy!...
 that's too much," he cried as his sister stared at the
 spurting streaks of hot cum that warmed her fingers.
 She continued to play with his cock until it began to
 soften. 

	Allen leaned back in the seat of the truck and
 watched as Mandy grabbed his undershorts and began to
 wipe the streams of cum that flowed off her hand and
 onto her legs. She looked at her brother and giggled,
 "Wow! Does that happen every time?"  

	"No," he sighed. "It only happens when I cum
 after being hard for a long time, and I think that
 you've been trying to keep me that way all night.
 Haven't you?" 

	"Who, me?" she asked in mock innocence? 

	"Yes you. You little tease. In fact, whether she
 knew it or not, she was still teasing. Gazing at the
 sight of Mandy's firm tits as they swayed and jiggled
 a bit with her movements, he was already beginning to
 feel his cock stir again. He sat up right and leaned
 toward his sister. "I think it's your turn now, Sis."

	Mandy moaned softly as Allen kissed her once
 again. His tongue boldly flowing into her mouth as his
 hands rubbed and caressed her sensitive nipples. 

	Mandy knew all about making her clit throb and
 her pussy clench and spasm. In fact, she usually
 masturbated several times a week. She knew that most
 girls denied ever doing it, but she figured that they
 either didn't know how or they were silly to miss out
 on so much pleasure. So she practically thrust her
 groin at Allen when his hand began to move from her
 aching tits down her stomach and on to her eagerly
 waiting clit. 

     Allen hesitated, unsure of what to do next.  He'd
 had plenty of sex-ed classes, but he was pretty sure
 that the subject of how to make your sister scream in
 sexual ecstasy hadn't come up. There were plenty of
 guys in school who bragged about how many girls they'd
 fucked and eaten out, but if they had gone into detail
 on the how's and why's he couldn't bring them to mind
 right this moment. 

	Mandy came to his rescue, or maybe she was com-
 ing to her own relief, when she covered his hand with
 hers. In the next few minutes Allen got a thorough
 lesson as to where his fingers went and what they did
 there. He wasn't surprised when Mandy had her orgasm.
 After all, she had been softly moaning and chanting,
 "I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum," quite steadily
 in her growing passion. But he wasn't prepared for the
 three more that followed. 

	"Oh Allen, that was wonderful," Mandy sighed.
 Her eyes were half closed and there was a sexy smile
 on her face. She began to put her clothes back on when
 she absolutely stunned Allen by asking, "I guess we're
 ready fuck now?"

	Her brother couldn't believe how matter of fact
 Mandy was acting. He looked down at his still hard as
 a rock penis glistening with precum. "If I were any
 more ready I'd be squirting myself in the eye. But
 wouldn't we be doing that without any clothes?" he
 asked, gesturing at the shorts she was squirming into.
 
	"Of course, you silly," she said. "But there's
 no point in us doing it here in this old truck when
 we've got two perfectly good beds back at the house."

	"Ohhh...right, yeah. of course," Allen eagerly
 agreed. Seconds later he was in such a hurry to get
 into his clothes that he very nearly put his cum filled
 undershorts back on. 

	As they pulled away from the make out spot Allen
 realized that Trish and Scott had moved on. For a
 second he thought that maybe he had moved on in his
 relationship with Trish too. But then he smiled as he
 took Mandy's hand and placed it on the bulge in his
 shorts and he began to think that his next date with
 Trish should be quite interesting.  

 (c) April 1998 Heatheranne (All rights reserved.)

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