Chapter 1

Amanda moved the phone to her other ear once it started ringing, looking at the bare walls of her bedroom and still finding it strange. "Hello," she heard from the other end of the line on the second ring.

"Hello, Nick. Sorry I couldn't come over today. Did everything get there okay?"

"Nothing's broken, Sis. You can stop worrying now. Don't worry about having to work, either. It's not like I have anything better to do," Nick answered and then laughed.

"One more trip left. I can't believe I'm moving back into the house."

"I can't believe I'm still here, but life doesn't always work out like you plan."

"Tell me about it. I should really get some sleep so that I'm not exhausted tomorrow when I have to pack up what's left and make the drive. Love you, Nick."

"Love you too, Sis. Bye."

"Bye."

Amanda hung up the phone and stretched. Flipping her shoulder-length brown hair back over her shoulders, she walked over to her computer desk. Other than the bed, it was the only remaining piece of furniture left in the house she'd lived in for the last two years and four months. Pushing those thoughts out of her head, she sat down and clicked to open her email.

One address and subject line jumped out at her immediately. She bit her lower lip and clicked, finding a short message and a link. She knew that she probably shouldn't click that link tonight, and should go to bed as she'd told her brother she would, but she couldn't resist. Her fingers were already clicking before her brain even had time to protest.

When the erotica site opened in her browser, Amanda felt her juices start flowing before she'd even read one word. Her escape and guilty pleasure in the final year of her short marriage, the racy writings of her favorite author always captivated and excited her.

She'd stumbled across the site and his writing by happenstance, as she would have never even considered reading sex stories — let alone stories about incest — if she'd thought about it. The story had caught her from the first word, however. By the time the taboo romance built to the point of sex, she'd already overcome her initial uneasiness. The orgasm she'd experienced while fingering herself as she read was one of the strongest she'd had in years.

After that, she devoured every other story that he'd written, and moved on to read other taboo tales while waiting for new chapters from AlostOne. His newest chapter in her favorite story drew her in immediately.

The character John in the story was struggling to hide his relationship with his sister, and more specifically struggling with the necessity to do so. The relationship between John and Linda had built so slowly to such a perfect place that it almost made Amanda feel envious of the two imaginary people on the digital pages. They had everything she'd ever wanted, and yet had to hide their love from the world. John had experienced an especially stressful day of dealing with a co-worker he always clashed with, and turned to his sister for comfort.

The story had gone several chapters without any sex, and as Amanda recognized the building passion between the two characters, her own arousal grew stronger in response. As Linda pulled free her brother's manhood to engulf it in her mouth, Amanda pulled up her nightgown and shrugged off her panties. She knew that she couldn't possibly read the rest of the story without relieving the already strong ache between her legs.

Amanda's fingers glided slowly over her folds as she read AlostOne's account of the tender oral scene. She could feel every ounce of soft, sweet emotion from the couple in the story, and feel every vein and contour of John's cock in her own mouth as she caressed her nether lips. When John pulsed into Linda's mouth, Amanda could almost taste the bittersweet offering as well.

The couple cuddled in the story, holding each other and gaining the strength to endure from the closeness and their soft words. When John's manhood swelled again in the story, Amanda's fingers moved faster.

As John's erection slid into Linda's depths in the story, Amanda pressed two fingers into her wet heat. She let out a sharp gasp as the digits penetrated her and her thumb rubbed her bud beneath its protective sheathe.

There was nothing of fucking in the words on the page, though the couple's passions had risen to such on occasion within the story. In this chapter, only making love could possibly summarize the gentle, sensual coupling of Linda and her brother. Amanda's fingers followed the same pace as the story, building the heat and pressure within her at a slow boil.

As the couple in the story neared climax together, so did Amanda. Her fingers moved more quickly, even as John's hips thrust faster on the page. The words conveyed every touch, every word, and every emotion to Amanda as though she was there. It was not her fingers stroking her velvety depths, but John's throbbing manhood, so close to releasing deep inside her.

On the page, Linda reached her peak at the exact same moment as John coated her walls with a hot rush of his seed. Amanda let out a warbling cry of release as she too climaxed, a perfect three-way simultaneous orgasm — even if two of the characters existed only in her mind.

Amanda continued to stroke her folds and shudder as the couple in the story kissed and caressed — still joined by a bridge of emotion and John's stiff member. A halting rub of her bud caused the blissful waves of orgasmic energy within Amanda to spike, drawing a yelp from her and causing her to slump so much in the chair that she nearly fell to the floor. She panted for breath, holding her hand motionless with her thumb still pressed over her hood and her fingers buried deep inside her.

Amanda managed to find the strength to slide back into a proper position in the chair, her breathing still heavy and her body still aglow with the aftereffects of her orgasm. She chuckled as she read about the couple drifting off to sleep, through eyelids that were difficult for her to keep open.

When she at last managed to catch her breath, Amanda sat up straight and scrolled down to the closing note of the chapter. AlostOne thanked all his readers, as he always did, and made special note of a few readers who had sent him pictures of themselves in the aftermath of reading his stories.

That's the least I could do, for someone who writes so beautifully and seems so lonely, Amanda thought. She'd never even considered taking photos of herself nude before, but in this moment, it just felt right. Bringing up a new window, she turned on the webcam atop her computer and aimed it. After pulling off her nightgown, she could see her body from her breasts to her knees on the screen. A creamy stream of her juices trickled from her nether lips into the surrounding dark curls — also sticky with her wetness — the evidence of her orgasm plainly visible in the shot. After a moment of hesitation, she clicked the mouse and saved the picture.

Amanda pulled back on her panties, a chill racing up and down her spine as the soft cloth covered her still sensitive sex. She stared at the picture, wondering if she had the willpower to attach it to an email. She was amazed to see how flushed her body was in the picture, a rosy glow infusing her chest and breasts.

Clicking back to the email window, she hit the reply button — yet another daring step for her. Once again she hesitated with the cursor hovering over the attach button. She knew that if she typed one word first that she would never attach the picture. With another surge of willpower, her fingers clicked the mouse.

With the picture attached to the email, Amanda typed a quick note to the author, telling him how much she loved the chapter. She typed at the end, But a picture is worth a thousand words, and signed it with her internet name.

Only one step remained. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she chuckled, and then clicked the send button.

Amanda closed the windows with rapid-fire clicks, and then stood up immediately. She walked over to her bed with her cheeks burning, but feeling extremely sexy and excited at the same time. Once she turned out the lights, her fingers again brought her to a shuddering climax before she fell asleep.

Pulling into the driveway felt almost surreal to Amanda. She hadn't been home in over a year, even feeling too emotionally overwhelmed to go to the visitation after her mother's funeral. Now, she was coming home to stay.

Parking the car, she stared at the familiar sight of her girlhood home. Right in front of her, a dent in the garage door that she'd made when she was sixteen was still there. A huge pot of violets sat on the porch, only a small portion of what her mother had nurtured from a single plant brought home from school in a styrofoam cup for Mother's Day. Most of the family and her mother's friends had equally large pots filled with violets from that single plant. A weather report on the radio warning of possible frost overnight — a stark contrast to the unseasonably warm autumn day — prompted her to make a mental note to bring the plants into the house.

She could feel her eyes misting over, and once again wondered if this was a good idea. Shaking her head, she chased the thoughts away. As hard as it was to come home, she knew it would have been harder to stay anywhere near her abusive ex-husband or anything that reminded her of that nightmarish time. She knew she would miss her new friends, but she looked forward to catching up with old ones that had remained in the area.

The sight of her sandy-haired brother stepping out the front door chased away the edges of melancholy threatening to overwhelm Amanda, and she opened the car door as soon as she saw him.

"Welcome home, Sis," he said as he walked toward her. He wrapped his arms around her and said, "It's good to see you."

"It had better be, because you're going to have to see me every day now," Amanda responded and laughed.

Nick laughed with her and said, "Come on inside, we'll get your things later. I know you have to be tired after that long drive."

She followed him into the house, feeling the same mix of strangeness and nostalgia that she'd experienced upon pulling into the drive. Everything remained much the same as she remembered it except for an exercise machine she could see in the den just off the family room. Recognizing it as one of those expensive machines advertised on television, she wondered how Nick had managed to afford it.

Noticing her glance, he said, "One of my friends gave it to me when he went to college. I couldn't really get out because I was taking care of Mom, and he didn't want to mess with putting it in storage. I work out a few times a week so I don't end up a fat slob."

"You could eat everything in the refrigerator and not gain an ounce," Amanda scoffed. She hadn't noticed it in the formal clothing at the funeral, but now that he was dressed casually, Amanda could see that he had packed on a few pounds — of muscle, not fat.

"Want something to drink?"

"I could use a Jack and Coke right now," Amanda replied as she sat down heavily on the couch.

"Will Diet Coke work?" Nick asked with a grin.

"That's fine," Amanda laughed in response. She settled into the couch, exhausted from rising early and the long drive. She wasn't looking forward to unloading the last of her things from the moving van, but she was certainly ready to end the ordeal of packing up her life and moving it across two states.

As soon as she finished her drink, she stood up with a sigh. An hour or so later, her bed and computer desk were set up amongst a mountain of boxes in her old room — one of several such mountains she'd have to deal with over the next few days.

Seeing her eyes drooping, Nick suggested, "Just get some sleep. You can deal with all of this in the morning."

Too tired to argue, she bid her brother goodnight and prepared for bed.

Upon waking in the morning, Amanda moved to her computer to check her email before she was even fully awake, as she did every morning. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stretched as she clicked through to her inbox.

When she saw the reply to the last email she'd sent, she bit her lower lip and wondered if she'd ever have the courage to open it. She still couldn't believe she'd sent a naked picture of herself to a complete stranger. Curiosity finally overwhelmed fear, and she opened the email.

Thanks so much for the picture. You are an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman. I only wish I could see your face, but I understand why you might not want to do that. Every email you send me makes my day, but this one will have me smiling for a long time.

You sparked my imagination, and I'm writing something especially for you. Nobody else will know it when I post it, but you will. It's as close as I can come to thanking you for such a sexy image.

AlostOne

Amanda was relieved that he hadn't replied with something crude, and yet a little disappointed at the same time. Some small part of her wanted to know if her picture had made him as hard as his stories made her wet. The thought of him writing a story just for her made up for it, though.

The tingle between her legs finally snapped her out of her trance, and her cheeks warmed with embarrassment. With no other emails in her inbox, she closed the window and stood up to find something to wear amongst her boxes of clothing. After a few minutes of digging, she decided that her clothes would be the first thing to come out of the boxes.

After showering and dressing, she stepped out into the quiet of the house. Looking down the hall, she saw Nick's door still closed. She'd turned in early, and the sun was barely above the horizon. With her stomach growling, she decided to go downstairs and make breakfast as some small thanks to her brother for helping her set up her bed and desk. She knew it would be a treat for him, as he'd spent the last year taking care of not only him, but their seriously ill mother as well.

A short while later, the smell of bacon and coffee filled the kitchen. A flash of movement in Amanda's peripheral vision caused her to turn, and she saw Nick walking on his tiptoes with his nose pointed up high into the air, pantomiming a cartoon character drifting along on the trail of some enticing scent.

Amanda broke out into laughter — the first real, heartfelt belly laugh she'd experienced in more than a year. "You're insane," she said to him, and then laughed again.

"No, I'm hungry," he argued. "That smells so good. I've been living mostly on McMuffins ever since I started working."

"I don't have to go in to the new office for a few days, so we both may as well eat right for at least a little while," Amanda said as she pulled the last of the bacon from the skillet.

"Maybe between the two of us, we can manage more than a few real meals, even with us both working. I'll do the dishes when I get home this evening."

"I can do them; I don't have to work, after all."

Glancing at a pile of boxes in the corner of the kitchen, he arched his eyebrows and said, "Oh?"

Laughing again, Amanda said, "Okay, you win. You can do the dishes. This is going to be a first for me, cooking without having to clean up."

"It will be the same for me if you return the favor," Nick said as he poured a cup of coffee.

Amanda filled two plates with bacon, scrambled eggs, and buttered toast, bringing them over to the table where Nick was already sitting down. As always, Nick wolfed down his food with the voracious appetite that only a nineteen-year-old man could possibly muster.

As he sat back with a sigh, Amanda shook her head, taking another bite from her still nearly full plate. "I'm glad I got my fingers out of the way in time," she teased. "Did you even taste it?"

Nick chuckled and took another pull from his coffee mug. "It was delicious, Sis. I just need to get out and mow the yard before it gets too hot."

"Thank you. I suppose I should start unpacking as soon as I'm done eating. I'll lose my mind if I have to dig for something to wear again tomorrow."

Standing up and draining the last of his coffee, Nick said, "Just put anything you're going to put in storage into Mom and Dad's room for now so it will be out of the way."

A few minutes later, as she finished the last of her breakfast, Amanda heard the lawnmower start up. As with his offer to do the dishes, his mowing the lawn was a rare treat for her. Her husband had refused to do anything with the house. He expected her to take care of everything, work, and still somehow find the energy to have sex with him whenever he felt the urge — usually leaving her unsatisfied.

Shaking those thoughts out of her head, Amanda took the dishes to the sink and rinsed them before heading upstairs to begin unpacking.

By the time Nick returned from work, Amanda's closet and dresser were full, and she'd moved numerous boxes out of her room. A few still remained, but she could at least walk around the bed now. When she heard the sound of the front door opening, she walked downstairs to see Nick carrying a familiar red and white bucket.

"I thought I'd cheat tonight with a little KFC so that neither of us has to cook."

"Good idea, I'm completely worn out."

After they finished eating, Nick moved to the sink to wash the dishes as he'd promised. They had a dishwasher, but using it for so few things was almost a waste of time. Despite his protests, Amanda picked up a dishtowel to dry everything and put it away after he washed it.

As he dried his hands, Nick said, "I'm going to go work out for a while."

"I think I'll see if there's anything on worth watching. I'm just going to relax while I have the chance."

"Take it while you can get it," Nick said as he walked toward the den.

Amanda took a seat on the couch and flipped on the television. After only a few minutes of channel changing, she turned the set back off in bored irritation. Wondering if she could find one of her novels to read amongst the still daunting amount of boxes, she stood up and saw Nick on the exercise machine.

Dressed in only a light t-shirt and a pair of shorts, she could now really see the effects of his workouts. Muscles rippled throughout his body as he pushed against the resistance of the machine, his shirt tight against his well-defined chest. It was almost hard to believe how much he'd changed from the thin teen she remembered.

She then realized she was staring, and felt her cheeks burning. Memories of what had driven her to leave home and get married washed over her, adding to her embarrassment. Quickly leaving the room, she dived into another pile of boxes until she found a book, discarding several racy romances in favor of a spy novel.

The next morning, Amanda saw AlostOne's name in her inbox once again with the subject, something special. She heard her brother's door open and knew that she didn't dare open the email and click the link now. She knew the effect that the story was likely to have on her, and the thought of masturbating while her brother was in the house and awake was impossible to consider.

Moving on to a pair of emails from her co-workers at her old office on her main email address, she replied to those to distract her from the story she knew was waiting for her — only a few clicks away. The smell of coffee soon drew her downstairs, where Nick had prepared breakfast.

As soon as she finished the dishes, Amanda started feeling anxious. She knew why, and did everything in her power to avoid thinking about it. The urge to run to her computer was even harder to resist when Nick left to buy groceries before his shift at work. Throwing herself into the task, she made a significant dent in the boxes before he returned home.

Only a few minutes after helping him put the groceries away, Nick hurried off to work. He'd ran into a friend and spent too long talking to him, leaving him in a rush once he returned home. The door had barely closed behind him before Amanda ascended the stairs to her room.

The email simply said, This is for you, with a link. The main female character was undoubtedly based upon her picture, obvious even in the building story. She was amazed — and a little embarrassed — to find the character named Anne, her middle name. Even though the picture didn't show her face, he'd somehow correctly guessed her eye color as green. The detail and description of Anne's eyes in the story made Amanda's heart flutter before Allen, Anne's brother, ever made an appearance in the story to launch the taboo romance.

The couple in the story had not seen each other in some time, and they had both endured a lot of hardship. In comforting each other, they grew closer, and soon discovered something even deeper within them. Amanda only tore her eyes away from the screen long enough to retrieve her vibrator and remove her clothes when the couple in the story shared their first passionate kiss.

As Allen's manhood penetrated Anne in the story, Amanda slipped her vibe into her depths with a gasp. One hand pumped the toy in and out of her saturated sex while the other scrolled through the story. Both hands worked of their own accord, her thoughts fully within the story and the images forming in her mind as she read.

Once again, AlostOne's account of the coupling was soft and romantic, yet exciting at the same time. Quiet sounds of passion and words of love passed between the couple as they — and Amanda — drew ever closer to climax. Her own moans and gasps echoed those of Anne in the story, the description of the character so perfectly molded to her that she felt a deeper connection than ever before to the words on the page.

Anne climaxed in the story, her arms wrapped around her muscled brother's torso as he kissed her neck, his manhood squeezed tight in her depths. Amanda let out a long warbling cry of relief as her own orgasm took hold of her, warmth flooding her and every inch of her body tingling.

Panting for breath with her head hanging over the back of the chair, Amanda fumbled for the switch on her vibrator, managing to slow the humming toy. It remained buried inside her as she rode out the waves of her climax, her other hand caressing her breasts. When she at last caught her breath, she opened her eyes and reached with a trembling hand to scroll down in the story.

Allen had not yet reached his peak in the story, and Anne encouraged him to fill her. As Allen rose above Anne, Amanda felt her own passions rising again. She moved the control on her vibe to the halfway point, once again stroking the toy into her sheathe.

Anne encouraged her brother to greater efforts in the story, and he allowed his passions to run. Amanda flipped the switch on her toy to its highest setting as the story unfolded, thrusting the vibe inside her to match the speed and power of Allen's cock in the story. When the couple came together, Amanda let out a scream that she couldn't believe had emerged from her as she exploded into orgasm.

The grip of the vibe pressed almost painfully against Amanda's nether lips as she writhed and cried out in her chair. When an especially strong spike of ecstasy nearly stole her breath and brought on a brief coughing fit, she let the vibrator fall to the floor and covered her tingling sex with her hand. Her orgasm continued unabated for what felt like an eternity.

When she at last settled back into the real world from her perfect state of bliss once more, Amanda read the end of the story. The couple fell asleep in each other's arms after promising to love each other forever — no matter the odds.

Amanda looked down between her legs and smoothed back the curls, amazed by the amount of sticky wetness coating the hairs immediately surrounding her folds. The touch caused her to shiver and let out a moan. With no hesitation this time, she opened her capture program and aimed her webcam.

In the first picture, she zoomed in tight on her sex, the image on the screen from the camera's point of view even more startling than what she could see from above. The curls around her sex were wet to the point of dripping, her clit still swollen and plainly visible as she parted her lips for the camera.

Next, she moved the camera upward and snapped a picture of her breasts, glistening with droplets of sweat despite the air-conditioning, one of her hands cupping the bottom of the left globe.

Finally, having noticed that the author had a fondness for women's backsides, she turned around and presented hers to the camera. Even though she had always felt her hips too wide and her ass far too large, she felt unbelievably sexy at the moment, and snapped the picture without hesitation.

She felt no resistance to attaching the pictures this time, and typed a long, excited email about how much the story had touched her — and how hard it had made her come. She ended by saying that she hoped her pictures were half as exciting as his stories, and then sent the email.

Amanda's arms collapsed at her side as she finished typing the email, her vibrator still buzzing, forgotten at her feet. It took her many minutes to find the strength to rise from the chair and dress again.

Feeling especially energetic, she tackled the cardboard boxes in her room with renewed vigor.

Amanda couldn't help but smile as she walked across her room to the computer the next morning. While the rest of her things would take some time to unpack, she at least had a bedroom and bathroom where everything she needed was where it should be — the rooms completely devoid of cardboard.

Opening her inbox, she saw a reply from AlostOne and felt her cheeks burning. At the same time, she felt incredibly sexy, an emotion that hadn't manifested within her for some time.

Opening the email only increased the feeling, because he wrote that her pictures certainly did make him feel exactly as she said she felt when reading his stories. At the bottom of the email was something that truly caused her heart to race, however. He'd written, A picture is worth a thousand words, and here are two that say what I can't put into words. They are what you probably think they are, so I've only put links. You can look if you want, but I won't be offended if you don't.

Feeling extremely naughty, she clicked the first link without hesitation. Her mouth dropped open as the image opened. She could just see well-defined abs and muscular legs, but her eyes were naturally drawn to the center of the picture — the most gorgeous cock she'd ever beheld in her life.

Shaved and generous in both length and girth, the sight of the author's manhood immediately sent a rush of juices flooding Amanda's sex. Her eyes drank in every inch of the high-resolution image, far better than anything she'd sent to him. She could see every contour, as well as just a hint of glistening wetness adorning the tip of his erection.

Mindless of the potential hazards, she saved the image to her computer and clicked the other link. She couldn't stifle a quiet moan as the image of his cock appeared, his hand wrapped around the shaft and thick streams of semen coating both his hand and manhood.

She was still staring at the image in aroused fascination when the sound of Nick's voice startled her.

"Sis?"

Her face burning with shame, Amanda quickly saved the picture and closed her email, ignoring the messages from her other addresses. "Yes?"

From the other side of her closed door, Nick said, "I need to pick up some things from Wal-Mart to work on the dining room table tomorrow. Do you need anything?"

Batteries for my vibrator, Amanda thought, unable to shake the image of the gorgeous cock coated in cum from her head. "We'll probably need laundry detergent by the time I'm finished with the laundry today. That's all I can think of."

"Okay. I'm going to go straight to work afterward, then. They want me to come in early."

"I'll see you when you get home, then," Amanda responded.

"Later, Sis."

"Have a good day, Nick."

Somehow, she resisted the temptation to sit back down at the computer and stare at the pictures again. After a shower, she gathered up the clothing and towels from her room, putting them in the basket she'd brought up from the laundry room the night before.

Looking into Nick's room, she shook her head and chuckled. Some things never changed, and her brother's tendency toward sloppiness was one of them. Clothing was scattered around his bed and his computer, left to lie where it fell. Bending to pick up clothing as she walked, she circled the room.

Reaching the computer desk, she picked up the jeans and briefs lying off to one side and deposited them in the basket. She could just see one sleeve of a t-shirt peeking out from beneath the desk, and moved the chair out of the way to reach it.

When she stood back up, she saw that she'd bumped the desk just enough to disable the power-saving feature, turning on the monitor. She was surprised to see one of her senior pictures as the background of his desktop, the pose he'd suggested that everyone said was the best picture ever taken of her.