Chapter 1

It was Friday and I made certain that I came straight home from high school. This was another of Amanda's "keeping in touch" weekends when she would be home from college to visit. Originally these visits had consisted primarily of her taking a break from dorm food and bringing her dirty laundry home for Mom to wash, but once she and I had become lovers they had come to include regular sexual romps between the two of us.

The major romping always took place on Saturday nights, when our parents had a long-standing appointment to play bridge at the Patterson's house - so long-standing that it predated Amanda's birth twenty-plus years earlier. While they were out of the house was when we could take our time, making love to each other slowly and repeatedly until we were sated, joined at the crouch but also touching soul to soul. We became one with each other, as close as men and women ever become, and a hell of a lot closer than brothers and sisters are ever expected to be. Such times were sweet - moments we savored together. But if I was home on Friday and Amanda arrived early enough, we would normally seek each other out and grab a fast fuck before our parents arrived. These mini-sessions tended to be short in duration but intense in sexual energy. Over the months that we'd been screwing each other, during our Friday couplings we had done it standing up and laying down, dressed and undressed, and in almost every room in the house (except our parent's bedroom and my father's den. We hadn't crossed to that level of kinkiness yet).

I had made it a point to be available if Amanda arrived at the house early enough. Thus, I was standing by when I heard her little red Honda pull into the driveway and stop. I watched her from my bedroom window as she got out of the car and then walked to the trunk and removed a package. It was wrapped, complete with a bow. I smiled at that. The package had to be for my birthday. I wondered what she had gotten me.

I soon heard Amanda's footsteps come up the stairs and past my room as she headed to her own bedroom. I knew that she would need several minutes to settle in. We had an established routine, and I gave her the time necessary to carry it out.

I was waiting to see if my sister had anything in mind for the time before our parents were due to arrive. I sure hoped so. The moments stolen before Mom and Dad arrived home on Friday afternoons were the most intense and erotic that my sister and I shared. Unlike the long sessions we indulged in on Saturday nights when our parents were out and we could express the love we shared together, these short encounters were almost totally focused on the physical, catering almost exclusively to pure lust. Not that this was a negative thing, you understand. This was when Amanda and I could let our imaginations run riot.

I found I didn't have long to wait. Just about fifteen minutes after Amanda had passed my room, a soft knock came from my door. I smiled to myself. It was time to let the games begin.

I opened the door to find my sister standing there, a single frosted cupcake with a lit candle on top in her hands. She greeted me with a song.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you..."

I almost fell down laughing. Amanda voiced the words in a throaty, very bad imitation of Marilyn Monroe singing at President Kennedy's birthday party back in the sixties. That was funny enough, but it was her clothing that tickled me the most. Early on my sister and I had discovered that we enjoyed erotic costumes and fantasy role-playing, and her present outfit was a winner. She was adorned as a little French maid, only with a pure sexual twist. Her little dress was sheer see-through black nylon with white lace trim. I would have been able to plainly see the peaks of her erect nipples were it not for a pair of red stick-on bows strategically located over her aureole. A large red bow, like the one on a Christmas wreath, hid her pubic mound. A black garter belt, black fishnet stockings, and high heels completed the outfit.

"Happy birthday, dear Kenneth, Happy birthday to you," she finished, and then held the cupcake out to me. "Would Monsieur like to blow out his candle?" she inquired in an extremely lame French accent.

"And what happens if I do?" I inquired, joining her in the game.

"Why, then I give Monsieur his present."

"Sounds interesting," I said, taking the cupcake from her and blowing out the candle's flame. I set the cupcake down on my desk, a thin wisp of smoke rising from the extinguished wick. "And what might this present consist of?" I continued, knowing pretty well what Amanda was going to say. After all, we had played this kind of game before.

"Why 'Moi', of course." she answered.

"Very nice," I responded. "And it looks like 'Moi' will be such fun to unwrap," I continued, moving in on her. I took hold of one of the red bows covering her nipples and pulled, peeling it from the nylon beneath. I admired the jutting pyramid exposed to my gaze, then lowered my mouth and sucked on it, allowing my saliva to soak through the thin material. Amanda responded with soft cooing sounds.

I repeated my performance, focusing this time on the opposite bow, uncovering her remaining nipple and sucking on it, leaving a wet spot on the nylon that mirrored the one from my first oral attack. Amanda continued to respond to my actions, the scent of her arousal rising to greet my nostrils.

I slid the large red bow off her hips, allowing it to drop around her ankles, where she stepped out of it. I found that she had prepared a real surprise for me. The panties for her costume were trimmed with the same white lace as her dress, and were completely crotchless. Amanda was completely available to me.

I've always been a person who knows how to take a hint. I pulled my tee shirt over my head. "The unwrapping was fun," I said, acting out our little drama. Dropping my jeans and shorts, releasing my now-erect cock, I continued, "I think I'm going to enjoy this gift. Is my little French maid ready to serve me?"

"Oh, oui Monsieur. 'Moi' is ready."

"Then it's time to open the box," I said with an evil smirk. I lifted up one of Amanda's legs, pushing her back against the wall as I opened her cunt to receive the rigid cock that was trapped between our bodies. One of her hands took hold of me, guiding me between the swollen lips of her dripping pussy.

I entered her with one sudden rude thrust of my hips, my cock riding up to completely fill her, stretching her wide, overcoming her with an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. She signaling her lust with a plaintive wail from deep in her throat as I began to roughly piston myself in and out of her.

Amanda lost her fake French accent. "OH YES. FUCK ME. Pound it in me. Nail me to the wall."

I kept up the rough pounding, knowing how much my sister was loving it. I was fulfilling one of the secret fantasies that she had described to me. She had let me know that I was the only man she ever engaged in rough sex with - that I could be trusted to not really hurt her. It was just another one of our erotic games, our incestuous secrets.

We were operating at a pace that could not last very long. I could feel the pressure developing in my groan - sense the rising of my semen from my balls. I came in a flood, hosing down the inside of my sister's grasping pussy, my cum leaking back out around my pummeling cock to run down the inside of her thighs.

There are a lot of times in life when it really sucks to be a teenager. At that age, no one respects you or treats you like you might have a mind of your own. But from a physical point of view, there are also times when being almost eighteen years old is the best feeling on earth. This was one of those times. Despite the fact that I had just filled my sister's cunt to overflowing, I was able to maintain my hard-on and keep on pumping. It only took a few more minutes to drive Amanda into a shattering orgasm. She dug her fingernails into my back and let out a banshee wail that would have - had they been able to hear it - been cause for the neighbors to call the cops. Sandwiching her between the wall and myself, I thrilled as her vaginal muscles repeatedly clasped around my cock as she came.