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Roadtrip To Bliss
by Emerald (address withheld)
***
An economic downturn forces a family to move to
Vermont. They do this as a one-way roadtrip. A missed
sanitary stop brings unexpected events that in turn
brings the brother and sister closer together. Very
much so, that is. (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, ws, rom,
preg)
***
I hated road trips and this specific one was
particularly unpleasant because I expected this one to
be one from which we were not likely to return anytime
soon.
Dad had lost his job and we had been forced to sell our
house or go bankrupt.
Severance and unemployment bennies had run out, but
fortunately dad had just in time managed to land a job
on the East coast.
It paid a lot less than what we had been used to and we
had to move, but in any case we'd be spared from having
to join the homeless and live out on the street. So we
packed up, kissed and hugged our friends good-bye and
after the moving-truck had left we piled into the old
International Harvester family car to set out for our
new address
at God-knows-where in Vermont.
With what was left of the sale of our old home and the
proceeds of the inevitable moving yard-and-garage sale,
My parents had bought a small farm there for little
more than the price of the land it sat on.
It had been neglected and had sat vacant for the better
part of the ten years since it had been abandoned by
its unfortunate previous owners and this Summer we were
going to fix it up. That in itself was enough to drive
me to fits of adolescence and hormone enhanced angst.
I was nearly seventeen at the time and my bratty yet
budding sister was almost five years younger. Normally
we got along fairly well as long as we could manage to
navigate through life like ships passing in mist.
Preferably very dense mist as far as I was concerned.
Our car was of the early rusty mint-green nineteen-
fifties style station-wagon variety that had the
outward charm, not to mention the creature comforts of
a World-War II main battle tank.
It had been my dad's pet car ever since he got it while
still in college. In theory and under normal
circumstances of a traditional road-trip vacations, it
would allow us plenty of space so as not to get on each
other's nerves.
This, however, was not a normal road-trip and at the
very last minute, mom had become ditzy about the
'irreplaceable' breakable knickknacks and doodads that
she and dad had collected over the years. In turn, dad
had found it expedient to crate up his typewriter,
assorted papers, his rifle collection and other sundry
personal stuff. All of this was stashed inside and on
top of the trusty old battle-wagon with barely enough
space for sis and myself to squeeze in on the back
bench.
Yes, that would be the one facing backwards, which
consequently would force us to likewise face backwards
for the whole trip. Also we were separated from our
parents by the stacks of boxes and bags that reached
all the way to the ceiling of the car, which thus made
for a nearly six foot wide, solid and virtually
impenetrable barrier between my parents and us for the
duration of the journey.
I very well knew my dad's preference to space the pit-
stops and breaks according to the contents of the
twenty-five gallon gas-tank or more precisely, the lack
thereof. He would not stop for anything unless he were
running on empty. I therefore had made sure to seek
extensively sanitary relief prior to our departure.
Subsequently I had brought a selection of magazines
(NO, not dirty ones!), books, a pillow and a decent
supply of beverage bottles as I made myself as
comfortable as humanly possible in the cramped space
that I had to share with my 'darling' little sister.
The 'Darling' little sister in question had been of a
remarkably sunny and cheerful disposition that day and
had apparently adopted this whole undertaking as some
great adventure. As stated earlier, my view on this had
been of a somewhat dimmer and significantly less
sanguine variety, but I was glad that she had not been
as grouchy, whiny and ditzy as I knew she could be of
under the circumstances.
I morosely sighed as the rear-door slammed shut and sis
Amanda wiggled herself deeply and intrusively into what
I would normally consider my personal space.
We were both trim and lean to the point of being lanky.
Since we both had been very active in athletics, with
me doing martial arts and her doing gymnastics and what
not, we were at least as flexible as to accommodate
each other without becoming too uncomfortable.
Amanda flashed me a happy smile as the car's raging
heart roared to life and put us into motion on the road
towards our new home. Amanda stared out the window for
a while before dedicating her attention to the one
girlie magazine that she had brought with her for
diversion.
I rapidly grew tired of gazing at the familiar
landmarks that we passed.
Never expected to be seen again until much, much later,
I thought and I first dedicated my attention to a book
before I dozed off in the expectation not to be woken
up until the car's gas ran out, which I expected to be
at least four hours later.
I woke up being nudged by Amanda, who with an
apologetic somewhat anxious and urgent little smile
announced;
"Frank... Franky! Wake up! I gotta go, you know... pee!
I gotta pee badly!" I groggily glanced at my watch to
see that we had only been on the road for about an
hour. I sighed, theatrically rolled my eyes and
grumpily berated her: "Yeah RRRight! We got at least
three more hours to go before dad even thinks about
pulling over and you got to go pee!? Didn't you go
before we left, you silly little twit? Didn't it enter
your puny soggy brain to think of that? I mean, you do
know how mom and dad do their driving, now don't you?"
I grouched, almost immediately feeling guilty and sorry
for Amanda.
Amanda guiltily shook her head, indicating that she had
neglected the so important ground rule for long-
distance travel in our family. "S-sorry, Frank! Didn't
think of it. Had to say good-bye to Barney and that
took a little longer than I thought it would and I
didn't feel I had to go anyway ...Sorry! What do I do
now? I really, really, really have to go badly!" She
said with a growing sense of desperation on her pretty
little face.
I didn't know either and was frantically searching for
a solution. I know all too well that I had learned that
the hard way myself, but in the given situation I saw
no real solution. I knew it was practically impossible
to even alert mom and dad let alone convince dad of the
dire need for the so desired unscheduled sanitary stop
for sis. I mean, we were separated from them by at
least six solid feet of well-intended and emotionally
valued ramsch, and the car-engine was loud enough to
drown out anything short of a tornado-siren going off
right next to it.
In our earliest road-trips we always had had a kiddy-
potty with us, so we could use that, but over the years
that prudent measure had faded away. "Gee I dunno sis!
Can't think of anything that we could do short of just
letting go." I mumbled in dreadful anticipation of
spending the rest of road-trip on a urine soaked seat
in a hot and stuffy car. My mouth ran dry with that
horrid notion and I thoughtlessly grabbed one of the
soda bottles to take a sip to calm me down a little.
Meanwhile Amanda had crossed her legs tightly and with
an excruciated grimace desperately tried to hold her
urge down and delay the seemingly inevitable disaster
for as long as possible.
As I popped the cap, I was struck by a bright idea. Why
not use the bottle! Get rid of the Soda, let sis pee in
the bottle, and push the cap back on. No mess, no
stink, no fuss and yet another good lesson learned, I
thought.
I checked to see whether there were no cars immediately
behind us and I quickly opened the rear-window on more
than the crack that it had been. Then, I poured what I
could not drink out of the long tapered necked bottle
through the window opening. Amanda looked at me
quizzically and I sardonically grinned back at her,
holding up the now empty soda-bottle.
"R-right sis, Now here's what we do. You get out of
your panties, and use this bottle. Quickly now, before
you make a mess!" I gasped urgently and Amanda
obediently squirmed herself out of her girlie-cottons
that were already moist with what I thought to be the
first drops of her pee. Then she had to get into a
position that would allow her to squat over the bottle
so that she could apply that to her so desperately
desired and required bodily relief.
In the limited space that we had available, that was
not as simple as it seemed at first and with much
anxious giggling and softly muttered curses she wiggled
herself astride of me, letting me hold the bottle
between my legs and in position as she made herself up
to let go.
She hoisted up her dress and in a quick move to save
her from mooning the rest of creation behind us I
pulled the curtains. Finally I sunk back and watched
with some trepidation and with much vested interest
into the proceedings of this uncomfortable exercise in
emergency sanitary relief.
Amanda squatted and spread her femininity and in under
any other circumstances potentially naughtily exciting
manner and pressed the top of the bottle against her
little pee-hole to let loose.
With some relief I saw that all went well, with only a
few drops spilled and Amanda raised herself a little to
clean herself up with the hanky that I gallantly held
handy and offered to her as she held the nearly full
bottle. I let out an explosive sigh of intense relief
of being spared of the smelly, messy and moistly
miserable disaster that it could have been.
Then the car hit a pothole and jumped as if kicked up
by a giant.
It swerved and bounced a couple of times, but then it
proceeded on its intended course.
During this mad and jarring maneuver, the base of the
bottle hit me forcibly in the groin and Amanda let out
a gasping yelp. From the front of the car I vaguely
heard very colorful but mostly very unholy expletives
that my dad loudly delivered at the top of his lungs.
Not that I was that much interested in that and I
instinctively knew that, now more than ever, dad would
not be in any mood to stop for anything.
My main and immediate attention, however, was dedicated
to the crushing and agonizing pain in my testicles
which felt as if kicked by a mule, but when I looked
down, I saw something entirely different that made the
hair in the nape of my neck stand on end.
The tapered neck of the bottle had entered Amanda's
pussy and was now lodged into it by three or four
inches. Her girlie plum was obscenely stretched around
it and a few drops of blood trickled down the bottle.
Immediately I forgot my own discomfort and with a start
I looked up at her. Her face was contorted in what I
thought to be excruciating pain.
Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut and her mouth was
stretched in an open silent grimace with her breath
escaping through her clenched teeth with a long, sharp
hiss.
Aside from being intensely worried about Amanda, I also
was scared shitless about the possible consequences.
After all, this whole idiotic caper had been my idea to
begin with and I would be the one who would be blamed
if anything serious would come from it.
As gently as I could I pried her hands from the bottle
and pulled it out of her. The neck had entered her all
right, but at least had remained intact. Nothing broken
and aside from the initial drops of blood, nothing
further followed. With adrenaline invoked detachment I
also noticed that the bottleneck was slippery with
something entirely different than pee and blood.
"Jesus!! Holy Shit!! Sis! Amanda! Are you okay? Talk to
me sis!" I desperately blurted at her, but to my
relief, Amanda let out a sigh. She opened her eyes,
looked down on me and then bend over to inspect her
bottle ravaged little pussy.
"Sheeeeit!! Ooowww!! That HURT!" She loudly observed
matter-of-factly and probingly massaged the still
somewhat stretched inside of her plum.
She tilted her pelvis towards me a with a finger
gingerly explored where the bottle had been before.
"Oouuwwwch! Hot-Diggity-Damn! Ouch! That really hurt a
lot!" She continued to mutter, apparently more angry
than anything else.
I was mightily concerned too and ignoring the now
fading agony in my own groin, I peeked inside her
spread open little pussy to see whether there was any
further damage. Her inner lips looked a little bruised
as in blushing and a little swollen, but for the rest
and to my not insignificant relief I didn't see any
open wounds or abrasions in the entrance of her bald
pussy that she kept spread open with her fingers.
A little deeper inside there were some small stretched
and torn tatters of tissue that already had stopped
bleeding. That must have been her maidenhood, I
thought with an involuntary chuckle.
I looked up at her again and to my further relief saw
that Amanda, be it a little anxious, did not look as if
she was in great discomfort or pain anymore and I
decided to update her with my findings and
observations.
"Nothing serious except for your 'cherry' as far as I
can see, Sis. I don't know whether you were saving that
one for anyone in particular, but let me tell you, he
or she is fresh out of luck. It's is gone as in ripped
up and torn to smithereens, but for the rest I can't
see anything really bad. You may be sore for a while,
but I think you'll be okay. How are you feeling now?" I
asked her with serious and genuine concern. "O-okay...I
guess. I just feel a little open there right now, but
it doesn't really hurt anymore. More like feeling
stretched and tense and it no longer stings anymore. In
fact it isn't even really feeling very bad. Can I sit
down now? I feel a cramp in my legs coming up." She
told me and I hurriedly wiggled out of the way so that
we exchanged places. Amanda very carefully let herself
down on the seat and did not even attempt to put her
panties back on. She kept her legs a little spread and
in an attempt to return some of modesty and decorum to
her, I pulled the hem of her dress down over her knees.
Mandy lay back and wearily wiped her forehead as she
grumpily mumbled: "So that's what losing your virginity
feels like. Gee, am I glad that that's a one time deal
and that I'll never have to go through that again. You
guys have it easy, I tell ya. It's just not fair!".
I chuckled now with relief, knowing that she was okay
and was regaining some of her perspective as she rested
and composed herself after this harrowing experience.
After that, things got quiet and I stared out of the
window for a while as Amanda seemed to drift off into a
slumber with her hands in her lap and her head on my
pillow. "Nothing like a little excitement to chase away
deadening boredom." I thought by myself as I watched
her doze off and noted what a beautiful girl Amanda was
turning into. Eventually, I sighed, picked up the book
again and tried to get back into the story. Soon the
hoarse humm of the car and rhythmic clacking of the
wheels on the highway concrete hypnotized me into
drowsiness and not long thereafter I was drifting off
into a slumber as well.
When I woke up, I noticed that I was, as normal for the
seventeen year-old that I was, horny as a billy-goat
with seven dicks. My erection pushed my shorts into a
three-ring circus tent and I had a throbbing stone-ache
that would have driven an elephant to fits. Amanda had
apparently woken a little earlier and she had pulled up
the hem of her dress again.
She was clumsily trying to clean up the small spots of
dried up blood between her legs and her bare and
blushing little plum.
She was clearly dissatisfied and exasperated by the
effects of her own efforts or better said, the lack
thereof, or so I thought and she looked a little sweaty
and flushed as she was rubbing herself.
I didn't think much of it and politely looked away to
give her at least some privacy while performing her
intimate cleansing.
My head movement must have caught her attention and she
immediately looked at me and gave me a strangely warm
and friendly smile.
"Err, Oh good, you're awake Franky." She said in an
oddly husky voice as she continued to rub her groin
which was making moistly smacking sounds due to her
cleaning attempts, or so I thought.
"Yep! I'm awake and how are you feeling by now? Any
hurting down there?" I replied, my voice a little
hoarse and suddenly noting the pleasantly musky
fragrance of Amanda's proximity.
"Nah, nothing hurts, but things are still a little
messy down there and I was wondering....I was wondering
whether you... whether you could maybe please help
me.... clean myself up down there." She hesitantly
stuttered, clearly blushing but looking at me with a
strange look that was friendly, but that had something
else in it that I couldn't quite place right at that
moment.
I was glad that she at least hadn't suffered any
lasting damage and felt that I'd be more than happy to
help her out.
On the other hand, I was a little taken aback by
helping her by having to touch her 'privates', which I,
implicitly as well as explicitly had been made to
understand to be a big 'No-no'.
"Well sure, but you don't mind me seeing and touching
you there?" I cautiously asked her, but she immediately
and radiantly smiling vigorously shook her head.
"No, I really don't mind and I'd love it if you would
help me clean there." She assured me, again in that
strange husky, sweet and soft voice that sent pleasant
shivers down my spine and ended up lingering in my
lower belly from which my manliness still deftly
erected itself.
Suddenly I realized what was happening here.
Dear little Miss Mandy wanted to 'play' with me and she
must have noticed that my 'toy' was conspicuously
asserted. Well, if she wants to play and with me not
having anything else on my hands, I'll play along I
thought and I smiled and nodded silently as I made
myself up to go along with her desires for playfulness.
I ended up in between her legs and lifted her dress
further up as she spread he thighs as wide as she could
to allow me to further inspect and clean her there. The
fact that she indicated that she was feeling relatively
comfortable given the circumstances, quieted any of my
concerns as I took the already soiled handkerchief to
hand to take care of what needed taking care of, if
any. In fact, with Amanda being apparently more
comfortable now, my curiosity and frankly speaking my
hormone driven interest were further aroused if that
were possible at all.
It'd been a while since I had seen Amanda in her
natural glory and over the last year or so, I had
noticed the distinct changes in her bodily appearance.
Where before she'd been an awkward and knobby kneed
twig, she now had developed the nice coke-bottle shaped
physique and where previously she'd been about as flat
as a pool-table, she'd grown a couple of nicely rounded
forms that held a lot of promise for the near future.
Also, her thighs and calves had filled out a little and
she had become a cause for many shameful as well as
delightfully lusty fantasies for me.
Now she was happily spreading her legs for me and
opened her most intimate spot for my inspection and
brotherly care. Of course I was still a little taken
aback by Amanda's sudden playfulness after the so
recent and quite frankly fairly violent turn of events,
but recalling the most obvious slickness of the bottle
after extraction from her pussy, I was rapidly becoming
even more sexually aroused by her.
That slickness had indicated to me that Amanda had been
relatively recently sexually aroused too and that the
penetration of the bottle was to no mean extent
facilitated by the effects of that same sexual arousal.
Fortunately so, I thought, or else there might have
been considerably more damage than just her torn and
obliterated hymen.
Pushing these thoughts aside or at least into the
background for further reference, I started to gently
wipe the faint bloodstains on her split mound.
Apparently that was to Amanda's enjoyment as she
leisurely tilted her abdomen back and just as gently
thrust her cushy and bare little plum up to meet my
cleaning efforts.
I went at it for a while until I noticed that lower
down there was something happening as well. That became
more obvious when I started to clean the delicate folds
and crevices of her young femininity.
As soon as I touched her and ever so gently wiped her
there, Amanda shuddered, let out a groaning and
delighted gasp and moved to meet my touch there. Also,
the somewhat stretched entrance to her pussy became
very wet and slippery. Moisture started to accumulate
in the clearly visible entrance to her vagina. The
hairless outer lips seemed to have swollen and more
prominent, but that was nothing compared to what had
happened to her inner ones. Those had kind of puffed
themselves up and now formed an excited pinkish red
fleshy oval that at the top was joined and punctuated
by a nubbin that clearly protruded from its fleshy
little hood and that proudly stood out, seemingly
begging to be caressed.
With lightning clarity it struck me that Sis Amanda was
horny. Verrrry horny! and with that, my own urgings
became clear and manifested themselves by a nearly
immediate expulsion of several drops of pre-cum from my
by now raging erection.
Yes! I knew that it was my sister. My own flesh and
blood and Yes! I knew of the taboo, the risks and the
basic immorality of it, but on the other hand it also
aroused me more than I had ever held possible with one
of any my several other former girl-friends or all of
them for that matter.
Those girlfriends had been the mammalian focused, no
obsessed, teenage neurotics that with all the bluster,
teasing and wicked attraction-and- rejection games had
gotten themselves off with me, while without exception
leaving me high and dry and essentially being the
virgin that I still was at the time.
As these thoughts tumbled through my mind, Amanda
became restless and even more urging as evidenced by
her restlessly caressing of my head and ruffling
through my already unruly hair in her efforts to meet
my still very brotherly cleansing activities. That was
going to change drastically, I thought and with that I
brought my lips to her now brimming gender.
Ever so gently I touched her inner lips with mine and
let my tongue nearly indistinguishably lightly trace
the deeper inside and then up to meet the now deftly
protruding clitoris that had proudly risen from within
its protective shrouded fold. Amanda jolted and
immediately thrust her abdomen up into my face in order
to achieve more and more forceful intimate contact.
'Ooow, what are you doing Franky??? That's soooo nice!
Hahh! Yessssss, More! Kiss me there Franky!!" She
mewled and sighed as she wildly ground her fragrant
little blossom against my mouth while she at the same
time powerfully and with both hands forced my head in
between her legs.
She further spread her thighs and raised her knees to
give me even better access. Delightedly, I started to
suck and lick the inside of her so desperately
demanding sweet plum. I then moved my hands upwards
from her thighs to her mound and then on over her flat
and firm belly to her hips. Again Amanda shuddered in
delight and now nearly violently ground her clitoris
against my nose and the entrance of her vagina against
my lips. I stuck out my tongue and explored the
entrance of her as deep as I could.
The fresh smell and taste of horny young girl, salty
tang of her pee and faint coppery taste of what
remained of her blood almost made me climax on the spot
as I pushed my tongue deeper into her.
Tracing her slick and moist inner lips and as my hands
reached the softly firm mounds of her breasts-to-be and
rubbing her by now fully raised nipples culminated in
her orgasm as soon as I firmly planted a hard sucking
kiss on her little clit. Amanda seemed to go entirely
berserk and her moaning and wheezing sighing culminated
into a soft and lowly uttered groan of complete and
ultimate delight.
She tensed up and I felt her vagina clamp down on my
tongue, forcing it but as the most powerful muscle in
her body contracted and desperately tried to suck me
back in. Continuing to suck and lap her groin I hoisted
the dress up further and as Amanda further surrendered
to the throes of her first orgasm with me. Eventually
her movements became less agitated and urging and she
opened her eyes.
She had calmed down and her spasming pussy came to
rest.
Then she lifted my head up and made me face her so that
her sensuously half lidded eyes and mine met as we
seriously looked at each other.
She looked at me for a moment, now with a questioning
half-frown and a wicked little smile around her
delicate lips and then suggestively glanced down to her
delicious little plum before returning her questioning
gaze to my eyes.
It took a second for me to let it sink in, but then I
got her drift.
She was in not so many words inviting me to have sex
with her.
Real sex as in me putting my by now steel-hard poker
into her bare and moistly inviting girl's cunny to
squirt her full of my young hot and virile seed.
She wanted me to fuck with her and become her first
real lover!
It is not that I had not fantasized about that, because
I most certainly had, but now in the moment of truth I
was confused and conflicted.
Here I was with my previously assumed prudish and
barely past pre-teen little sister and she was inviting
me to have unprotected sex with her.
Me, her older brother.
I started sweating and trembling with the nervous
tension and excitement, but the arousing anticipation
of losing my virginity to my beautiful little sister
got the better of me and I gravely and silently nodded.
Amanda now grinned widely and wickedly and raised her
arms in a dual gesture of happy surrender and welcoming
accommodation.
The surrender to me and my ministrations and
accommodation in letting me remove her light summer
dress. She lovingly smiled at me and started to open
my shirt.
"Yes Franky! You can have me! Now get out of your
clothes, you silly, and get inside of me. I love you
and I want you now more than ever." She softly murmured
and rapidly and deftly worked down the number of
buttons until she reached my shorts.
I didn't need any encouragement and with a quick move
removed both the shorts and my undies to release my
raging erection to the world.
With lust glazed eyes, Amanda now grabbed my protruding
six-and-something inch and in the rush of her desire
pulled it to her as she used her other hand to pull me
up over her and in between her legs.
Then, she seemed to sober up and very lucidly and
clearly looked me in the eyes. "Frank, you are going to
fuck your little sister. You are going to push your
yummy big dick into your little sister's little plum
and you are going to surrender your cherry to me as I
did surrender mine to that silly soda bottle.
You are going to squirt yourself empty into me, your
darling little sister and your seed will fill me and
make me yours! Now fuck me Frank! Unhhh, FUCK ME!" She
gasped at me as she drew me closer.
Our bodies met and her pointed little nipples touched
my chest, sending a shock of sexual arousal through me.
Her hand led my manhood to her plum, pulled back my
foreskin and with deft movements rubbed the swollen
head through her brimming crevice.
Down from the entrance to her lust, up to her clitoris
and back again, and again, and again, until the desire
and unbridled yearning for penetration led her to
position it in her entrance and then buck up in the
hungry desire for me to fill her and thrust my young
and virile seed inside her young womb.
I gently pushed forward and felt myself being
enveloped, nearly sucked into her her most intimate
passage that opened up to me as a hot stretching ring
that nearly audibly snapped into place as the rim of my
swollen glans passed through it.
Amanda gave an explosive sigh and then kissed me.
She kissed me with her tongue forcing my lips apart and
entering my mouth, dancing with mine in unholy union.
Our breath mixing and being shared between us robbing
us from oxygen and focusing us on the joy of our sinful
coupling, the breaking of the ultimate taboo.
Knowing the rules, yet breaking them in ultimate
delight and pursuit of slaking the lust that we now
felt for each other. Transgressing the border of what
never can be undone, I pushed forward and inserted
myself deeper and deeper into my sweet little sister.
Every little piece of me entering her in our incestuous
union enjoyed it and sang with the realization of being
embraced by her yearning and being moistly kissed by
her gender. The most powerful muscle of her body was
caressing and with rippling contractions milking my
manhood in ways that I had never experienced before.
Her nails dug into the muscles along my spine as she
urged me deeper into her and after five or six thrusts
I felt myself reaching her depth with the hot softly-
firm knot of her cervix moistly rubbing over my glans.
At the same time the inner labia of her bare, hot and
soft cunny wetly kissed where the base of my inserted
manhood stood out from my groin.
Instinctively I lunged into her and ground myself
against her warmly enveloping gender and Amanda reacted
by a delighted grunt of being so forcefully stimulated.
We both pulled back a little, then lunged again to be
rewarded again by the sublime stimulation of our sexual
parts.
I broke the kiss and let my lips wander along her neck,
nibbling here and gently kissing there as we hotly
sighed and groaned in our heated consumption of our
sexual union.
I lifted my self slightly and with my mouth sought out
the firmly raised strawberry like nipples of her yet
unformed budding chest. I ever so gently kissed, then
softly bit them, before sucking them in. First one and
then the other and then placing my hand on one of them
to caress it tenderly and continuing to nibble and suck
the other one.
Amanda seemed to explode now and her humping up to me
became totally uncontrolled and uncontrollable by me. I
had no choice but to follow her in that and soon we
reached the crescendo of our incestuous enjoyment of
each other.
In the ultimate heat of her enjoyment of our sexual
union Amanda bit my shoulder as later appeared, until
it bled, but in its agony, the pain only re-enforced my
lust and enjoyment of our so tightly coupled bodies.
She brought up her knees alongside of me and with her
feet on my buttocks spurred me on as her mouth sought
mine again.
Again we kissed wildly and passionately as we opened up
and shared each others' breath.
Depleting it of oxygen as it passed between us and
narrowing our conscience, only allowing us to
experience each other and enter into our own unique
universe of our mutual purely sexual enjoyment, leaving
no room for anything else than the deepest and most
primitive of our combined lust.
Then she tensed and while still in the ultimate
intimate kiss moaned out the onset of her orgasm. Her
groaning mewling expression of her ultimate sexual
delight reverberating in my chest.
She now uncontrollably humped and ground her brimming
vulva up against me and her tight teenager vagina
spasmodically contracted and pulsed around my deeply
lodged sword of procreation.
I was not far away from my climax either and grunted
back as I felt my testicles swell, retract, contract
and from deep within my belly my hotly raging seed
surged and raced to my ultimately stimulated and
enjoying cock. Then it forced itself to fight the
rhythmic contractions of Amanda's cunny and ultimately
explode from my lunging penis into my sister's vagina.
Spent itself against her cervix and be met by the next
wave of my forcibly inserted seed, to be injected into
her ecstatically receiving womb and mix with her fluids
there. Time and time again I lunged in to add yet
another delivery of my living seed into her as she
crooned out her delight and entranced frenzy of her
climax.
We reaped the ultimate reward that mother Nature places
on the successful completion of our sexual coupling and
unification in lust.
We went at it until there was no more to add and we
slowed down to the point where we just tightly held
each other and remained firmly coupled and embedded
while allowing our bodies to regain their normal
rhythm, regain the balance of life giving oxygen as we
rocked each other and whispered sweet little words or
just made sounds that expressed our extreme pleasure
and primitive satisfaction with our just shared sexual
high.
"Oeeewwweeee! That was gooooood!" Amanda finally
managed to croon softly. "Looks like this roadtrip's
gonna be one to remember Franky." She added and I
chuckled. "Yeah! Just be careful not to walk too
bowlegged at the next break. We don't want mom and dad
to get suspicious, now do we?" I replied and kissed her
again, but then a terrible thought occurred to me.
I could already have made sis dear very pregnant by
now. I broke out in sweats and got goose bumps.
"Holy Shamoly, Mandy! Have you started having periods
yet? I mean..."
I agitatedly asked her, but she reassuringly smiled and
put a finger over my trembling lips.
"Hush now, you silly! Yes, I've started having those a
year ago..." She paused for effect and wriggled her
nose in theatrical expression of distaste.
"But... my next one is due any day now, so I think
we're in the clear, so don't you worry, my hunky
brotherly lover-boy!" She assured me and I let out an
explosive sigh of relief.
"In fact, we can fuck ourselves completely silly and
Oeeew! I feel like having another serving of you deep
inside of me. Helps keeping the pimples down too, I am
told." She continued and suggestively humped her
delicious plum up against me. I glanced at my watch and
was relieved to see that we had at least another hour
and a half. My somewhat softened member immediately
firmed up and soon we were leisurely riding each other
to another inevitable climax. This time the intense
heat and lust of that fabled first time had made way
for a more gentle and controlled, but not in any way
less rewarding experience.
Just before dad was supposed to be pulling the car over
for a gas and pits-stop we hurriedly got into our
clothes again. We opened the rear-windows a far as we
could to vent out the now nearly palpable sex-smell and
we shared more than a few lusty conspiring grins when
dad opened the rear-door of the car and cheerily
greeted us with a "Hello! That wasn't so bad now was
it? C'mon let's grab some grub. I'm starving."
We guffawed and agreed. The pleasant exercises had
taken their toll on us and we were ravished.
In fact we surprised our parents with our so apparent
appetite when, contrary to our normal picky and finicky
eating habits, wolfing down two servings of a trucker's
breakfast of mostly bacon and eggs, topped off with
lots of hash-browns with sour cream before we hit the
road again an hour later.
In amazement mom remarked that the 'fresh' air was
doing wonders on us. We just looked at each other and
exploded in a gale of laughter and giggles.
The rest of the road-trip became a nearly continuous
feast of sex between Mandy and myself. In fact we spent
more time sexually coupled than separated and with each
coupling and ecstatically shared orgasm we grew to love
and enjoy each other more, better and deeper.
The only thing that limited us to really do it round-
the-clock was the fact that we stayed in motels. In
order to save the already meager budget, we would all
share a single motel-room, usually in the cheapest of
cheapest variety highway motels.
Needless to say that those were trying times, but once
we quickly managed to do it in the shower while our
parents watched the Johnny Carson show. That might not
have been the most elegant and pleasant episode in our
sexual escapades, but the possibility of getting caught
in the act certainly made it one of the most exciting
ones.
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Later at night, when mom and dad were fast asleep, we'd
quietly couple and gleefully fuck each other for the
rest of the night, right under their noses, so to
speak.
As with all good things they do come to an end and
after those five deliciously wicked days of total
sexual immersion into each other while humping,
grinding and spasmodically contracting in our orgasms
at the rhythm of the car's highway-travel, we reached
our destination: The Farm in the Northern Kingdom of
Vermont which is so widely known for the notoriously
shallow gene-pool of its population.
The farm itself wasn't nearly in as bad a shape as I
had anticipated in my dismissive teenage angst.
Furthermore, the fact that both our parents almost
immediately started their jobs to keep them occupied
during the days, leaving it up to us to do the fix-up
of the farm-house, left us generous opportunities to
explore more domestic varieties of sexual diversion.
We thoroughly came to appreciate the functions of the
bed, but the living-room couch and my dad's recliner
also made for many pleasant and joyous discoveries and
experiences too.
As soon as mom and dad had left for the day, we'd
immediately shed our clothes and get in our first fuck
of the day if we hadn't had that one before they had
woken up that day, that is.
We still find it amazing how much the spending of
sexual energy in mutual gratification has contributed
to building the nearly inseparable bond between us.
Likewise amazing it is to us how entirely beneficially
addicting it was to both of us and how it contributed
to the nearly frightening lack of conflict and acrimony
between us. We were after all still teenagers. Oh well,
maybe that had to do with the hormonal exchange, or
better still, my hormonal pledges and Mandy's vaginal
absorption thereof. After summer vacation was over we
went back to school. Although we were friendly and
gregarious enough with our fellow students and
regularly engage in sexual contacts with others, we'd
always end up back together.
Invariably, we'd find that no one else could even
remotely give us the sexual enjoyment, the harmony and
the wild excitement of our illegal consumption of our
sinful incestuous bond. Besides that, we figured that
our teaming up this way was going to be advantageous to
both of us. We didn't need to worry about our
compatibility with each other, since that had been
sufficiently and satisfactory established. Not only had
we been conditioned as siblings to get along and deal
with each other in a family setting, but we had come to
deeply love and enjoy each other's company. We had
become more one than most married couples would ever
have a chance of hoping to achieve.
The fact that four years later, our parents suddenly
disappeared didn't really phase us that much. After
three weeks they were found drowned in their car which
had ended up in a lake after what appeared to have been
an accident. Our parents had been very well insured and
by now we saw our chance to realize our childhood
dreams of running a horse farm as a profession and very
successfully so, so we were not in need for anyone's
charity.
After the funeral we returned to the farm and within
minutes feasted on each other in our parent's bed
without giving any thought to potential reproductive
hazards from that time onward. It appeared that Mandy
could easily get pregnant with me, but that invariably
and sometimes completely unnoticed would spontaneously
lose the fruit of our incestuous lust.
This meant that she would be nearly constantly in early
pregnancy, which only seemed to enhance our mutual
lust. I loved the smell and tender texture of my
pregnant sister and Mandy would become practically
sexually insatiable. However, when Mandy had just
turned eighteen and after many missed periods followed
by just as many miscarriages, finally one seemed to
stick no matter how much and wild we fucked.
In fact it so appeared that it had stuck double so for
the next nine months we explored the joyous realms of
incest and really pregnant sex with swelling belly and
breasts and the olfactory feast of the warmly sweet
fragrance of imminent motherhood.
For the rest of the world, the mystery of who had
caused Mandy's pregnancy we explained by vaguely
referring to a visiting friend from way back when and
that had settled and satisfied our neighbor's obvious
curiosity.
It is widely known in Horse husbandry that if you want
to breed a truly exceptional horse, you need to risk
breeding between very close relatives. Apparently, the
same goes for us humans. Our twin daughter and son are
such truly amazing and gifted offspring that they are
almost scary to behold if they were not such a complete
joy.
Mandy had a C-section and after that, no matter what we
did or how much we tried, nothing ever stuck for more
than a couple of months before spontaneously aborting
in a miscarriage. Frankly speaking, we didn't mind that
too much since we were basically reproductively done.
At least we would not run the risk of spoiling our
life's winning streak that so unexpectedly started with
that memorable road-trip, although truth be told, I
wouldn't have mind to have had another beautiful sexy
little daughter to be a daddy's girl with all the
delights that come with it, but I guess you can't win
them all.
Looking back now after the nearly twenty years that
have passed, Mandy and myself are still amazed about
the insatiable lust that we as teenagers were capable
of. It is our guess that the sheer naughtiness of
rebellion against the incest taboo gave us and still
gives us that nearly inexhaustible sexual energy and
excitement that we to date relish and revel in. Our
kids Mira and Mike, both now fourteen years old, fully
agree to the extent that they happily and
wholeheartedly decided to actively take part in our in
our so idyllic, harmonious and so fully functional
family life.
Wink-wink, nod-nod!!
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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