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   Chapter II

   With the exception of a light lunch at noon, Amy and I spent all of
Tuesday finishing up the attic, quitting at 4:30 for a beer and a well
earned respite.  While neither of us had directly mentioned the previous
night's festivities, the atmosphere on Tuesday was, at the same time, both
more relaxed and more exhilarating.  We found nothing in the rest of the
stuff from the attic which evoked unpleasant memories nor anything else,
similar to the DR's Kit, to feed our sexual appetites.  It really didn't
matter as once the appetite is established, it seems to grow of its own
accord.

   About 5:15 Amy announced, "I'm going to take a warm bath and change out
of these filthy clothes.  When I get back down we can talk about dinner."

   "Fine with me, Sis, I'm headed for the shower myself in a minute.  Save
me some hot water."

   A hot shower was just what the Dr.  ordered as my muscles were not used
to lifting anything heavier than a client's file, and then only once in a
while.  As I enjoyed the moist heat, my mind drifted to a mental image of
Amy sitting in the tub with her legs spread and I could clearly visualize
her beautiful, bald pussy and her pouting lips.  Without a single word from
me my cock presented itself for inspection, a task I always enjoy.  Taking
it firmly in hand, I began to lather it up and stroke it at the same time
and in a very short time I felt the first signal that, if I didn't cease
playing with myself, a volcanic eruption would soon follow.  At that point
Amy must have flushed her toilet as I was greeted by a burst of super hot
water which took my attention away from the early rumblings of the active
volcano I had been holding a moment before.  Being a person that believes
that all things happen for a reason, I took that as a sign that there was,
at least I hoped, a reason why the volcano should not erupt at this time
and completed my shower.  I dressed casually, khakis and a sweater, and
returned to the den for a drink or two before dinner.

   A few minutes later Amy joined me.  She had changed into one of those
flowing muumuu type things which both bellow and cling at the same time. 
Even with such a non-descript outfit she was ravishing.  "You look
comfortable.  Would you like a drink ?"

   "I feel comfortable, thanks.  I just didn't want anything clingy on
tonight.  I need to breathe.  And, yes, I'll take a vodka and tonic,
please. Any thoughts about what you might like for dinner ?  We really
don't have a lot of choices, Jeb, I don't think dad had been to the store
lately.  There's very little here.  Want to go down to that quaint tavern
over by the Library, I can't remember the name ?"

   "No, I'm pretty tired.  Why don't we just drive down to Popular and
stock up and get something light for dinner.  Is that okay with you ?"

   "Yea, I think that would be nice.  We can just sort of cool it for
tonight."

   We finished our drinks and then, about 7:30 we decided to go to the
store.  Amy threw on some jeans and an old shirt and we were off.  The
store was pretty deserted and with Amy being an excellent shopper we had
all we needed for a week or so in no time.  We had decided to have a light
dinner and settled on a salad for dinner which Amy began to prepare as soon
as we had put away all the groceries.  By 8:45 we had finished dinner and
had settled in the den for a relaxing evening and by 10:30, after a couple
of drinks we were ready for bed.  Amy went up while I turned off all the
lights and then I went up, undressed and hopped in bed expecting to get a
good night's sleep.  I guess I had been in bed about 5 minutes when there
was a knock on my door.  "Jeb, can we talk ?"

   "Sure, Amy, come on in."

   Amy sat on the edge of the bed and then, after a few seconds began,
"Jeb, I know most people would say what we did last night was wrong but I
want you to know that I've always had an itch for you that needed to be
scratched and I don't care what they would say.  From the time that you and
I were in our late teens I wanted to let you know how I felt but my concern
over how you might feel kept me from letting you know.  I'm glad that its
out in the open now and I just wanted you to know that last night was
beautiful to me.  Am I crazy, Jeb?"

   "No, you're not crazy.  I just wish I had known a long time ago.  Think
of all the fun we missed out on.  I'm glad that last night was good for you
too Sis, I wasn't sure how you would feel about it today."

   "Can I sleep with you tonight Jeb ?  I just want to feel you next to me
and to know you're there."

   Rolling back the covers, I welcomed Amy to my bed.  Her face cream
smelled of almond and her perfume, dulled by the passage of time was barely
noticeable as she lay down next to me and pressed her body to me.  I
wrapped my arm around her drawing her closer and she settled into the space
between my neck and shoulder and threw her thigh over me where it brushed
against my awakening cock.  The position we were in, with me on my back,
was such that my knee was pressed against her crotch and I could feel the
moisture of her pussy against me.  Amy's hand found the snaps on my pajamas
and in a second my cock had been liberated and she was caressing it gently
as it grew to full staff in her hand.  "Um, you feel so good, Jeb.  Please,
can I suck it ?" Without waiting for my answer, she turned herself so that
she was lying the opposite way from me with her head by my cock and
enveloped its head with her mouth.  Feeling that turn around was fair play,
I reached over and drew her legs to me burying my head in her crotch.  As I
worked my head between her legs which were now wide open, the aroma of her
arousal came to me along with the sweet flavor of her juices as I ran my
tongue along her furrow seeking out her clitoris.  As her excitement grew
so did her ministrations to my cock as she took me deeper and increased her
sucking and licking.  "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum in your
mouth."

   "Promise." was all she said as she continued.  By then I had managed to
get her directly over me and I continued to lick and nibble her clit. 
Remembering vibration was usually good for women, I fixed my mouth on her
clit and began to hum and lightly blow at the same time causing direct
vibration on her clit and immediately her hips began to undulate.  My face
was bathed in her copious juices.  As her urgency mounted she began to rock
back and forth and I knew she was approaching the point of no return.  I
rolled her over onto her back, broke her hold on my cock and turned around
putting my head between her legs and returned to eating her.  Soon she was
emitting high pitched moans, "Oh, Oh, Oh, Jeb, Oh, OH, OH, OH" as she held
my head and bucked her hips to meet my tongue.  Then, her orgasm was upon
her.  I felt the waves that broke over her and marveled at the intensity of
her climax and the amount of juice that bathed my face.

   As she came down from her orgasm I moved up to lay beside her and her
hand again found my still rigid cock.  "Now its your turn, Jeb." she said
as she scooted down and began to lick and nibble my cock as she stroked me
slowly with her hand.  Taking only the head in her mouth, she intensified
the pressure and speed of her hand and in only seconds my pent up desire
was rocketing up my cock.  "Here it comes " was all I could manage to say
as a warning as the first spurt, and the intense sensation that goes with
it, launched into her mouth followed by what felt like several more spurts.


   Moments later Amy was again lying pressed against me.  I held her close
to me saying, "You can't imagine how good that felt, Amy." I don't remember
anything else until I awoke the next morning to find Amy's warm body still
pressed against me.  As I lay there watching her sleep, and the rising and
falling of her chest with each breath, I thought about the events of the
last two days and wondered what this new day would bring.



























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