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Authors name: Richard the Black (blackrichard@juno.com)
Story title : Taking Amy Home

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Taking Amy Home (MF, inc, ws, oral, bd)
By Richard the Black (blackrichard@juno.com)

***

College freshman and complete slut Amy gets stranded in
a bad part of town and has to call her older brother to 
pick her up. They pick up their incestuous relationship 
where it left off when he left for college years before, 
in his apartment. She pleasantly surprises her older 
brother with all she's learned since their last time 
together.

***

I hadn't seen my sister in months. In fact, except for a 
couple of holiday family gatherings, I hadn't really seen 
her for over a year. We'd fought a lot as kids, then, for 
a brief period when she was a freshman and I was a senior 
in high school, we'd gotten very close.

But my second year of college, when I stopped coming home 
much for visits, we drifted apart again. Now I had just 
graduated and started law school, and she was in her 
first year of college in New York City, and we were 
pretty far apart. So I was surprised when I heard her 
voice on my answering machine at 2 in the morning one 
Sunday. 

"Johnny, I'm stranded in the Village and I need help," 
she said. She sounded like she'd been crying. "I hope 
you're home 'cuz I really need." At that point, I picked 
up the phone.

"Hello? Amy? What's the problem?" I hadn't been asleep, 
law students don't get to sleep.

"Johnny thank God!" she said. "Look, I'm outside this 
club called the Hooked Cross down on--"

"I know where it is," I told her. I did, too; I'd dated a 
Goth chick who hung out there. Lowlife bar. "What the 
hell are you doing there?"

"My date dumped me," she said, "and my purse got stolen, 
and I've got no money for a cab. Will you come get me or 
should I try to hitch?"

If she tried to hitch from that neighborhood at 2 AM 
she'd probably end up dead in the East River or alive in 
some Arab's harem three weeks later. "Yeah, yeah," I 
said. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." 

"There's an all night diner down the street," she said, 
"I'm in there."

I hung up, pulled some jeans and a sweatshirt on, got my 
car out of the garage, and drove down there. When I 
walked into the diner, I only spotted Amy because she was 
the only girl the right age in the place. 

What I was looking for was Amy the way I remembered her. 
She had only grown a couple of inches since she was 13; 
at 5'4, she barely came up to my shoulder. She had 
bouncy, thick, heavy curly glossy black hair, a token of 
our Jewish heritage, that she usually wore loose and 
falling down around her shoulders, although I had seen 
her dressed up formally with it pulled back and put up. 
She had a cute pretty face, rounded and soft looking, 
with a little pug nose and a full lipped, wide mouth that 
was usually smiling or giggling, showing her very 
expensive straight, white teeth, big dark brown eyes and 
a smear of freckles across nose and cheeks.

She generally looked deceptively innocent, and dressed 
that way, in jeans and sweatshirts and sneakers, or some 
pretty summery dress that might show a lot of leg and a 
little shoulder, but still looked little girlie somehow. 
She had contacts just like the rest of us, but at a lot 
of family gatherings, wore big clunky glasses with 
oversized rectangular pink plastic frames that I thought 
made her look even cuter. 

You can see, then, how I nearly missed her completely. 
She was in a red leather jacket with big gold buttons 
open in the front, a black leather mini skirt, tarted out 
in really heavy slutty make up, and had this sleeveless 
net blouse-thing running between a studded leather collar 
and a studded leather belt, over a scanty black bra.

She was wearing black fishnet thigh high stockings and 
four inch heels She'd moussed her hair back tight on her 
head and frizzed it out in a weird looking frizzy 
explosion, and frosted it in greenish gold streaks. She 
was 17, but could have been any age; the eternal slut 
Like I said, if I'd passed her on the street, I probably 
would have checked her out, but I don't think I'd have 
recognized her.

"Holy shit, Amy," I said as she got up and walked towards 
me. 

She just waved her hand at me. "Don't give me shit big 
brother, please. I am soooooo racked. Can you drive me 
back to the State U dorms?"

We went out and got in my car. "Don't give you shit? 
Christ, Amy, if I ever brought home a girl dressed like 
you Mom and Dad would both stroke out. And what the fuck 
are you doing in a pit like the Hooked Cross? When did 
you go Goth?"

She looked at me sullenly from the passenger seat as I 
started the car up. "Brett works as the bouncer there," 
she muttered. "Fuckin jerk. He ditched me to take some 
little punk bitch home with him. I think she was maybe 
all of 14 and he had his hand up her cunt to the wrist 
while they were walking out the door."

I was a little shocked to hear Amy talking this way. I 
was also vaguely remembering some family gossip now... 
something about Amy seeing some guy who was way too old 
for her. "Who's Brett? I thought you were dating some 
teaching assistant... Paul, or someone."

She snorted. "I wasn't dating him, I was fucking him," 
she said. "For the fucking grades, big brother. Christ, 
he was a loser."

"Yeah," I said. "Did he ditch you in the Village at 2 AM 
a lot?"

"Oh FUCK YOU!" she suddenly screamed at me as we drove. 
"Like you fuckin' care what I do! I didn't have to call 
you! I could have got a fuckin' ride!"

"Shit, Amy," I said, shaking my head, "when did you turn 
into such a tramp?"

"You ougtta know," she spit at me. "Or was that some 
other little sister you had sucking you off when she was 
a freshman in high school?"

"Don't give me that shit," I said wearily. "You wanted to 
do it, you liked doing it, and I didn't treat you like a 
slut or teach you to talk like a Brooklyn hooker. Jesus, 
Amy, if you weren't my sister..."

Suddenly she burst into tears. "I know I know I'm suh suh 
SORRY..." She sobbed in the passenger seat for several 
seconds. "I duh dah diden..." She paused and wiped her 
face, "didn't want you to see me dressed like this or 
know...." She broke down in sobs gain. 

She cried for a couple of minutes while I drove. Finally, 
I said "I'm glad you called me, honey. I'm glad I could 
be here for you. And, you know... it's not that you look 
BAD... I just... it's a new look for you."

She was wiping her face off with a wad of old Kleenex 
from one of her jacket pockets, smearing the make up 
terribly. "Yeah," she sniffled miserably. "A lot of guys 
like it though."

I reached over and touched her cheek. "Hey, I like it. It 
just surprised me."

Surprisingly, she smiled and took my hand in both of 
hers. "Mmmm." She batted her eyes at me, pretending to be 
shy. "Big bruvver wikes baby sis dwessed up like his 
little slut?" she baby talk teased me. 

I laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do. It's sure as shit a 
change, though."

She giggled. "Yeah, you always liked me in those little 
schoolgirl things... jeans and white shirts and white 
socks... mmm... remember the time we had the whole 
weekend together and you made me spend all Saturday in 
my--"

"Cheerleader's uniform!" I finished for her. I did 
remember, it was one of my hottest recollections. "But no 
panties."

"Mmmmm," she said, taking my hand and bringing it down 
under her tight leather mini. "Never any panties when I 
was alone with big brother. That was the rule. I 
remember. See?" My fingers were rubbing up and down naked 
cunt lips. She made a breathy little moaning sound and 
then whispered softly, "I took them off in the girl's 
room at the diner after you said you'd come get me."

My car is an automatic, so I can drive one handed, and I 
was enjoying it. My finger and thumb found her little 
clit and pinched. "I remember that cheerleader costume. 
That was the first time..."

She raised one eyebrow. "...you fucked baby sister's 
little ass," she finished. "Mmmmmm, yes," she said, 
squirming against my fingers as I gently rocked her clit. 
"All those cartwheels and pirouettes and jumping jacks I 
did in the living room for you. Then I went to the 
bathroom and was leaning over the sink after fixing my 
hair and you came in..."

"And tossed that skirt up," I went on for her, slipping 
my pinky up her wet cunt, "and shoved you into the mirror 
and grabbed the hand lotion..."

"Ooooohhh," she said, hips moving against my hand now, 
"and rubbed it in the crack of my ass and all over your 
cock and my friend Bernadette told me about buttfucking 
but god I was scared but you wanted my ass so I was going 
to let you do it and I stood there bent over with my face 
shoved against the mirror..."

"And I couldn't get it into you," I said, pinching her 
clit with my fingernails now. "We stood there for five or 
ten minutes and finally I said..."

"Reach back and pull your cheeks apart, brat," Amy 
gasped, "and I was crying because I was so scared but I 
had to do what you said so I pulled them apart and you 
shoved it forward again and I felt it pushing my asshole 
open and it was huge it was like you were shoving a 
baseball bat up my ass."

"And then my dickhead just popped up inside your little 
brownie and I was shoving the whole thing up into you and 
your asshole was so tight and smooth and hot," I went on, 
"and you--"

"Fuckin SCREAMED!" Amy sighed, "oh shit I thought I was 
gonna DIE and you were all the way up me and then you 
started to pull back OUT and then it was fucking my ass 
in and out oh SHIT and then I felt your cum all hot and 
wet inside me..." She trembled and pasmed. "Ah ah 
AHHHHHHH!"

I lifted my hand from her cunt and wiped my fingers on 
her mouth. She opened wide the way I'd taught her years 
before and sucked each one into her lips, licking them 
off carefully, making hot little slurping sounds. Finally 
I pulled the last finger out of her mouth and put my hand 
back on the steering wheel.

"I cannot believe," she said, smiling impishly, "that you 
actually buggered your sweet innocent 13-year-old sister, 
Johnny. Sodomized her. Anally RAPED her. Butt-fucked the 
bitch. Shot your sperm in her tight little girl asshole. 
You are one sick bastard, Johnny."

I laughed.

She leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. "You 
made me cum, big bruvver," she said in her little girl's 
voice. "You know what THAT means. Now you own me."

I smiled. "Forevah and evah?" It was what we'd always 
said when we were together before.

"Mmmmm hmmm, forevah and evah," she said, her hands 
moving to my zipper in my lap. 

"Easy there, baby," I said, laughing. "Blowjobs in cars 
make great Penthouse letters, but in real life, they 
cause traffic accidents. Wait until we get back to my 
place."

She lowered her head into my lap and started kissing my 
hard cock through my jeans. "Mwah mwah muuuuuhhhh WAH... 
say, what about your girlfriend?"

I laughed. "Law students don't have time for social 
lives. The last girl I dated was over spring break and it 
didn't last long."

She mumbled curiously, in between long licks at my denim 
zipper guard, "Why not? What was wrong with her?"

"Nothin," I said. "If you gotta know... she was married 
and her husband found out so she had to stop seeing me."

"You dog," she said, and laughed. Then started nibbling 
my bulge through my jeans. "Well, I am not married, big 
bruvver, and you own me forever and ever and this time I 
am not going to let you ignore me for three years."

"My mistake," I said, patting her on the head.

In the parking garage, I turned the car off and reached 
for my seat belt buckle. Amy giggled and let me undo it, 
but then pressed down on my legs when I tried to turn and 
open the door. "You got me off in the car," she said. 
"Let me do you here."

"Ummmm," I said, pretending to think it over. "Errrrr... 
okay."

She deftly unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and pulled my 
cock out with her warm, soft hand. She breathed on it, 
flickered her tongue all over the head, then carefully 
licked all up and down the length, getting every bit of 
surface area wet.

She took the head in her mouth and suckled it, went 
"Mmmmmmphhhh," around it in a very satisfied tone, flexed 
her lips just under the head, swirled her tongue and 
flicked it into my piss slit, then went down on it in 
earnest, sliding her tight lips slowly but steadily all 
the way down the shaft, swallowing it easily and expertly 
into her throat.

Then she slowly gave it back up again, sliding her head 
back up, lips and tongue working as my cock slipped back 
out of her warm mouth. She brought her mouth up off my 
cockhead with a moist sucking pop, giggled, and began to 
pump her soft tight fingers on my shaft while 
straightening up and putting her head on my shoulder 
again.

"Johnny, call me a cocksucking slut," she pleaded in a 
whisper, her hand moving steadily up and down along my 
saliva slick prick. 

"You cocksucking slut," I snapped. "Get your head off my 
shoulder."

She whimpered and straightened up, sitting sideways, 
jerking me off expertly, looking at me with her big brown 
eyes expectantly. "Tell me I'm your whore bitch," she 
begged.

I slapped her face. "You're a worthless cunt toy whore 
bitch tramp," I told her.

"Oh," she gasped, tears starting down her cheeks. "I love 
you, Johnny. I'll do anything you want. Anyplace. Any 
time. Any how." Her hand was still pumping me. "Please 
let me be your personal sperm bank, Johnny."

I slapped her again, then sat back. I was about to cum in 
her hand. "You keep stroking," I growled. "Don't you dare 
do anything else until I say." She gasped and sobbed but 
kept pumping her hand. "Don't I get to eat it, Johnny? 
Baby sister wants to eat your cum..."

I slapped her again, then shuddered and shot cum all over 
her hand and arm, my jeans, my shirt, her jacket and 
fishnet blouse and breasts and bra and stomach. She 
stroked me steadily, hand squeezing and milking me 
expertly. Tears were running down her cheeks. "Aw Johnny 
I want to eat it..."

After I stopped dribbling, I made her rub her cum covered 
hand all over her face. Her hair was already full of 
mousse and spray or I'd have made her clean my cock off 
with it. Instead I ordered her to keep her mouth closed 
and took her head and rubbed my cock off on her face, 
too. Her cheeks, lips, eyes, forehead, nose, and chin 
were covered in drying sperm when I finished.

I made her strip to her bra, put her panties back on, and 
then took her upstairs in the elevator. I was tempted to 
make her go knock on someone's door the way she was, but 
my neighbors already thought I was weird enough. 

When we got into my apartment, I pointed down the hall. 
"Shower's down there. I'm totally wiped out, so don't 
wake me up when you come to bed." I wasn't kidding; I was 
asleep before I heard the water start running. 

I woke up to an incredible sensation. Something warm and 
soft and tight and moist, moving slowly up and down my 
cock. For a moment I just lay there in a sleepy haze 
enjoying it. Maybe Laurie had snuck out on her husband 
again... but I thought I'd gotten the key back from 
her...

I heard someone make a muffled moan mingled with a 
contented slurping sound, and recognized it 
immediately... and remembered who was there. "Amy!"

I felt my erection slide out into the cool open air. 
"Morning big brother," I heard my little sister giggle. 
"You must have been dreaming of me cuz you were sleeping 
with a hard on." I looked down and saw her looking up at 
me, face sideways, resting on my thigh just below my cock 
and balls.

She was naked except for the lacy black panties. Her 
makeup was smeared around and her hair was a mess. She 
made a kissy mouth at me, giggled again, and gave my 
balls a lick. "You were mean not letting me have any cum 
last night. I haven't' blown you since that weekend I 
visited you in your freshman year at Yale."

Her tits were as nice as I remembered; perfect perky 
little half spheres the size of cantaloupe with quarter 
sized pink nipples that right now had hard little nubs in 
the exact center of them sticking up. I noted in passing 
a new butterfly tattoo I hadn't noticed the night before 
on the inside of her left boob. Her hair was washed and 
hanging down in clean dark curls all around her face and 
shoulders, making her look sweet and innocent. 

She smiled lazily at me and started flutter kissing 
slowly up the underside of my dick. "Tell me to stop and 
I will," she said in a teasing tone, licking lightly 
around the underside of my glans.

"What if I tell you to suck me until I blow my load down 
your throat?" I said, a little breathlessly. 

"Mmmm," she said, her hand cupping the head of my cock 
from the side as she kissed the tip of it, "well I have 
to do what my big brother tells me if he uses the magic 
word. Llllalllummmmmm," she said as she gave me a 
lingering lick. 

"Blow me you little cocksucking babyslut," I said, 
reaching down to put my hand on her head and push it down 
onto my cock. 

"OOh!" she squealed. "Am I still your babyslut, Johnny?"

"You bet," I said. "Now suck!"

And she did. Her mouth opened and she took my cock back 
in, sliding her tightly ovalled lips slowly down my shaft 
with a delighted slurping moan. She was much more skilled 
and experienced than she had been the first time she had 
nervously given me head when she was a 13 year old high 
school freshman, but it was still every bit as exciting.

She started to bob her head on me eagerly, and as she did 
she squirmed around on her knees to put her pantied ass 
closer to my head. I reach out, slid her panties down off 
her sweet buttcheeks, and began to slap first one, then 
the other. This was a new side to Amy, or at least, an 
evolution from how she had been years before. I had been 
kind of rough with her sometimes and she had seemed to 
enjoy it, but I had never actually hit her or called her 
names.

She groaned with each slap, pumping her mouth up and down 
on me, using her tongue and lips avidly on my prick. When 
her asscheeks were both bright red, I slipped my thumb 
into her bunghole and two fingers up her pussy, gratified 
to find it hot, tight, and soaking wet.

As I worked my fingers and thumb in and out of her hot 
spanked ass and pussy, she moaned and grunted and made 
muffled little crying noises around my cock as she 
expertly gave me head. After a few minutes, I could feel 
my cum gathering and I started to breath heavily. She 
squealed around my prick and started sucking me harder 
and faster and I exploded, spurting what felt like a 
quart of hot cum into her avid little mouth.

She gulped and gobbled and sucked and swallowed, slowing 
her head bobbing, tightening and flexing her lips and 
swirling her tongue to coax every slick, salty drop out 
my cock and down her throat. I could see her throat 
working as she slurped my sperm down, and hear her making 
liquid gulping sounds in her throat as I shot spurt after 
spurt of my thick sticky seed into her hot little mouth. 

Finally I stopped spurting with a sigh. She kept nursing 
at my cock for a minute or so, tongue and lips working to 
get it all, mouth slowly sliding up and down to make sure 
she swallowed down every drop. Finally, with visible 
reluctance, she let my half hard cock slide back out of 
her pouting lips. 

"Nmmmm," she said, licking her lips and chin, dabbing her 
fingers in my pubic hairs and then sucking them off one 
at a time, "you still have the best tasting cum, big 
brother."

"You are SUCH a slut," I said, pulling her up to me and 
kissing her mouth. Her tongue slipped past my lips and I 
tasted my own cum, but I had gotten used to that with her 
before and could again. 

She giggled as she broke the kiss after a minute. "I'm 
your slut, big brother," she sighed happily. "Forevah and 
evah." I smiled at the phrase which we had used to say to 
each other all the time. "Mmmmm, good news... it won't 
take ten minutes for you to get your big dick up my ass 
any more."

"Oh, really?" I said, reaching down and sliding a finger 
up inside her back door. "Hmmmmmm. Did Paul have a horse 
cock?"

"No," Amy giggled, "but my roommate Jessica has a HUGE 
strap on..."

I had two fingers up her ass now and with a little 
effort, slipped a third in. She groaned and squirmed. 
"Oooooh yeah..." I moved them in and out and twisted them 
around lazily, tonguing her mouth, rubbing her clit with 
my thumb. After a while she came, and a few seconds after 
that, she came again. "Oooooh OHHH GOD JOHNNIE!" she 
gasped, and grabbed my wrist and tried to pull my fingers 
out of her. I easily resisted. "What do you think you're 
doing? You want those fingers out, you beg me."

"Please Johnny please please I'm so sensitive after a cum 
please take your fuckin fingers out of my ass big 
brother!" she whined. 

I slipped them out, then trailed them over her lips. She 
dutifully sucked them off one at a time. "You're still 
nasty," she said afterward, sliding out of bed.

"Where you goin', slut,?" I asked, smiling as I watched 
her. She was kicking the panties I'd rolled down off her 
asscheeks all the way off. 

"Gotta piss, big bro," she said, grinning. "Wanna come 
watch?"

I did, actually, so I ambled into the bathroom with her. 
She squatted on the throne and let go. That made me have 
to go, so I told her to hurry up. She looked up at me. 
"How nasty are you, Johnny?"

"Pretty nasty," I admitted, wondering if she wanted me to 
piss on her. "Why?"

"Show you something I learned if it won't gross you out," 
she said, then opened her mouth. "Stick that thing back 
in here and go."

"You'll fuckin choke," I said, wonderingly.

"Nah," she said, smiling. "A lot will run down my chin 
and neck but I won't choke. Go ahead if you want."

So I stuck my half hard on into my baby sister's mouth 
again and started to piss. She kept her eyes wide open 
staring me in the face and immediately started to gulp 
steadily as I urinated in her mouth. Her lips were tight 
around my cock but yellow fluid started running out the 
corners of her mouth and down her neck in steady streams, 
dripping off her nipples onto her legs. I could see, 
feel, and hear her swallowing my piss. I could see it 
running down her body. It was incredible.

By the time I was done I had a raging hard on again, so I 
pulled her up from the toilet by her hair, bent her over 
the sink and rammed my cock up her slut ass. She was 
right, she took it easily, even with no lube but her spit 
and my piss. Her brownie was tight and smooth like a hot 
velvet glove squeezing my dick and she was moaning as I 
buttfucked her.

I was so turned on from the whole bathroom scene that I 
came within a minute, shooting hot and heavy up Amy's 
ass. After I pulled out of her sweet rump she got down on 
her knees again and cleaned my prick off with her mouth, 
licking and sucking lovingly, finally drying my cock off 
with her hair. 

"I'm gonna have to find my cheerleader's outfit," she 
giggled.

Amy and I spent the rest of the day naked, fooling 
around, fingering and kissing, caressing and licking and 
sucking. I made her cum a few times with my tongue in her 
mouth and sucking her nipples while playing with her 
clit, then I spent an hour or so on the floor while she 
sat on the couch with legs over my shoulders, eating her 
through another couple of orgasms.

Then I made her spend the afternoon out on my little 12th 
floor terrace, naked, bent over the wrought iron railing 
between my terrace and the one next door, ankles tied on 
one side to the bottom rail, wrists tied on the other. 
She had big black metal paper clamps on her nipples and 
the lips of her pussy, and I'd taken my broom and mop out 
there and set them up in a patio chair behind her so both 
handles were up her ass.

After leaving her out there for an hour, I went out and 
untied one hand and left her for the rest of the 
afternoon; I have no idea how many times she made herself 
cum. 

When I brought her back in, I carried her in my arms into 
the bedroom, lay her on the bed, got on top of her, and 
slowly and very lovingly fucked her pussy. She wrapped 
her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and 
pulled me down to put her tongue in my mouth. I have no 
idea if she came but after ten minutes or so I shot a 
gusher in my baby sister's cunt. She groaned when I did 
it.

After a few minutes, with her legs and arms still wrapped 
around me and my cock still hard inside her, she 
whispered "My only birth control is blowjobs and 
buttfucking, big brother."

I sighed. "Well, if I knock you up then Mom and Dad will 
have to let us move someplace and change our names and 
get married."

She was quiet for a second. Then her pussy clenched on my 
cock. "Oooooh. Fuck me again?"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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