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SIS ON TAPE
By Bernard Sagon.
Copyright 1999 - all rights reserved.
(Part 3 of 4)

I didn't hear Amanda when she came up the stairs.  I didn't
hear her when she opened my door.  She didn't knock like she
usually would have and my back was toward her.  I didn't
even realize she was there until she spoke.

"All right, you pervert!" she declared.  "We might as well
get this over with."

I sighed.  The jig was finally up.  Now I was going to have
to apologize to her.  The thought of that made my stomach
churn.  I turned around to face my sister.  Then I looked at
her and my jaw practically dropped to the floor.

Amanda was standing barefoot in my doorway in all her
feminine glory.  She wasn't naked - she was worse than
naked.  She was wearing a full length gown made of the
sheerest black nylon that I had ever seen.  It was V-neck
and cut to her naval and, while covering everything, hid
absolutely nothing.  I have no idea how the thing was made.
The nylon fabric must have been heat-molded to a female form
because it fit Amanda's body like a glove, only loosing
contact with her flesh below the thighs. The only seam lines
in the entire outfit ran down the sides, along the joining
of the front to the back, with another set where the sleeves
joined the body of the outfit, and a thinner one on the
inside of each sleeve.  There were narrow hems along the V-
neck, the bottoms of the sleeves, and at the bottom edge of
the skirt.  And that was all.  Nothing else existed to mar
the display.  I could see every detail of her body - the
circles of her aureole, the rise of her nipples, the honey
blonde curls of her bush, and the pouting lips of her pussy.
She might as well have been wrapped in cellophane - only
cellophane would not have produced half as erotic an effect.

"Jesus Christ, Amanda!" I stammered.  "Put something on.
That outfit is absolutely obscene."

"What's the matter?  I thought this is what you wanted"  she
said.  Then a hint of fear slipped into her voice.  "You're
not backing out of our arrangement?  You're not going to
tell anyone, are you?"

I moved quickly to relieve her fears.  "Of course not.  You
should know me better than that."

"Then you're not going to tell Mom or Dad?" she asked.

I could hear the skepticism in her voice.

"No, I am not going to rat you out to our parents.  I never
have before.  I'll just have to cover for you."

"Really?  You're not just saying that?" she said doubtfully.

"Really.  It wouldn't be the first time I've saved your ass"
I replied, telling her something she had possibly never
known before.

"What does that mean?" she asked, confused.  "You've never
covered for me before in your life."

"Sure I have" I responded.  "Lots of times.  Mostly over
little things like what time you got home or if you'd been
drinking and how drunk you were.  Things like that."  I
looked her directly in the eyes, an involuntary smirk on my
face.  "But there was that one time... ".

"What time?" my sister inquired, defensively.

"You really don't remember, do you?  I'm not surprised."

"What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded.

"You don't recall the night you puked all over the front
seat of Mom's car?  I do."  I expanded on the theme.  "I
should - I had to clean up after you.  You were so drunk
you could hardly crawl."

Amanda looked at me strangely, her mouth agape.  "I puked in
Mom's car?  When?"

"Right at the start of your senior year in high school.  You
lost it big time."  I continued.  "It was a good thing the
interior is vinyl.  It would have ended up smelling ever
worse than it did."

"I remember that now." she responded indignantly.  "I did
NOT puke on the upholstery.  I puked in a paper bag!"

"You sure did.  I was holding that bag with my finger down
your throat at the time."

"I don't understand..."

"There isn't enough air freshener in the city to cover up
beer puke." I explained.  "I made you throw up in a paper
bag so I could leave it in the car.  That's how I explained
the smell.  I told Mom you must have left it there."

"YOU did that?  Why?"

"Because the whole car reeked.  If Dad had known that you
spewed all over the seat he would have grounded you and I
would have had to put up with your bitchin' and moanin' for
weeks."

"If I remember right, Dad DID ground me."

"He did" I confirmed.  "But only for a week.  It would have
been a lot longer if I hadn't taken care of you."

Amanda looked at me as if she was suddenly seeing a
completely new person.  "Well, why didn't you ever mention
it before?"

"I didn't want to embarrass you.  Besides, despite rumors to
the contrary, I do like you most of the time, even if we are
supposed to pretend we can't stand each other."

She did not know how to respond to this new information.
She just stared at me in amazement.  And she was still worse
than naked.  I picked my robe up from the foot of the bed
and tossed it to her.

"Would you please cover up a little bit.  You have no idea
what that outfit is doing to me."

She responded with a grin.  "Probably exactly what its
designed to do.  It is made to display the merchandise."

She giggled a little bit at that.  That made me feel better.
It was the most natural she'd acted since I had sprung my
demand on her the previous day.

She slipped her arms into the robe and pulled it around her.
"There.  Is that better?"

"I don't know about better" was my rejoinder.  "But it is
certainly less distracting."  My curiosity got the better of
me.  "Exactly where did you get that outfit from, anyway?"

"It was a gift.  From a friend."

"Must have been some friend."

"She was."

My eyebrows rose in response to that information.  Amanda
caught my look.

"Kenneth, you really are a pervert" she said, shaking
her head.  "She wasn't that kind of friend."

I was about to protest, then thought better of it.  After
what I had lead her to believe about me the previous day,
she probably considered me to be one sick puppy.

I had to ask her.  "Do you really think I'm a pervert?  You
didn't really believe I would force you into having sex with
me, did you?"

"Well, that's what you were saying yesterday."

I couldn't look her in the face.  "Look Amanda, I didn't
really mean what I said to you yesterday."  I continued on,
defensively.  "It's just that you usually treat me like shit
and I wanted to try a little turnabout.  When I caught you
and your 'friend' together I saw a chance to knock you down
a peg."

"Well, you scared the shit out of me.  I thought you really
hated me."

"Well I don't.  But I was a little jealous.  You've always
been the family favorite.  You could get away with
anything..."  Then I thought of the events that had led to
this discussion.  "Well, almost anything except videotape.
Anyway, I didn't realize how upset it was going to make you.
I'm terribly sorry.  I should have thought things through.
I wasn't trying to really hurt you."

"Well, you did!" she said, her eyes welling up.  "You
suddenly had the power to ruin my whole life.  You still do.
As long as you have that tape you can control me."  A tear
started to run down from the corner of her eye.  "I thought
you were going to make me fuck you.  I would have done it,
you know.  I wouldn't have had any choice."

"That's what I though.  But I would never make you do
anything like that.  I found it was no fun toying with your
emotions.  It hurt me seeing how upset I had made you."

"Serves you right" she said, sniffing a little.

"I wanted to tell you this morning.  I was going to
apologize and try to make up with you."  I kept going,
completing my surrender.  "I was even going to give you the
tape.  Without conditions."

She looked at me with surprise showing on her face.
"Without conditions?  Really?"

"Really" I confirmed.

"And I wouldn't have to fuck you?"

"You wouldn't have to do anything."

Amanda gave a sigh of relief.  "I really thought you wanted
to do me."  Then she gave me an extremely piercing look.
"And what was that nasty business all about?  Why did you
tell me that was what you wanted?"

I did not know how to answer her question.  "I'd rather not
say" I mumbled.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she demanded.

"It's embarrassing."

"Embarrassing?"

"All right already.  If you insist on knowing..."  I looked
away from her, unable to bear her gaze.  "Well, fucking you
has been a fantasy of mine for a long time."

"Really?" was all she could say.

I began to turn red, blushing.  "Really."

She started giggling a bit.  "No shitting?"

"No shitting."

She giggled a little harder.  "I guess you ARE a pervert
after all.

I looked at her, feeling wounded.  "Why do you say that?" I
asked.

"Well, I am still your sister.  You're still my brother.  It
would still be incest, wouldn't it?"

I had to admit it would be.  "Still, sister or not, you are
the sexiest girl I know.  I'd do you in a second if we
weren't related."

I could tell she was pleased by the compliment, even if she
couldn't respond to it.  She smiled at me, blushing a very
attractive pink.

"You're not so bad yourself, you know" she replied.  "I'll
bet you get more than your share of the girls."

It was my turn to blush again.  "I do O.K..  Anyway, I have
something you want."

I moved to the closet and removed the videotape from it's
hiding place in my Boy Scout jacket.  I handed it to my
sister.

"This is it?" she inquired, turning the plastic box over in
her hand.  "No other copies?"

"I wish!  I'd keep one for myself if I could.  That's the
hottest tape I've ever seen."

Amanda blushed again, redder this time.  She continued "And
the stills?"

"There aren't any.  Not on paper anyway.  Just the jpegs on
your computer and mine.  I'll take them off for you."

My sister stood over my shoulder and monitored as I sat back
down my computer and burrowed down into the file structure.
Finally I explained to her we had arrived, the list of jpegs
displayed on the screen.  Then I deleted the entire
directory.  After that I explained to my sister that the
pictures were still there on the disk and I emptied the
recycling bin, followed by a defrag and wipe of the free
space on the hard drive.  I could no longer recover the
pictures.

We then went down the hall and repeated the process with
Amanda's computer.  This time I let my sister purge the
pictures, showing her where the directory containing them
was hidden.  She completed the task with brutal efficiency.
The images were gone.  I hated to lose them, but I had made
Amanda a promise.  It was worth it to have her like me
again.

*************************

My life pretty much returned to normal after that.  I missed
that videotape.  The memories of the images it had contained
still filled my imagination - still turned me on - but it
wasn't the same as watching the real thing.  Still, I'd be
lying if I said Amanda didn't star in most of my
masturbation fantasies that next month.  Maybe my sister was
right.  Maybe I was a pervert after all.

*************************

Another "keeping in touch" weekend finally rolled around.
I worried a bit about how my sister would respond to me
after the events of her last visit.  Surprisingly,  I found
our relationship to be considerably improved.  My sister
stopped treating me like shit, except when we were with our
parents, who expected us to display little but contempt for
each other.  I suspected that she did not want them to learn
that anything had happened between the two of us.  That
might raise some questions she wouldn't want to answer.  But
when we were by ourselves she became a lot warmer toward me.
We were co-conspirators sharing a secret once more.

Saturday night turned out to be a departure from the usual
for Amanda.  She would be staying home instead of going out
on a date.  This was different enough that Mom started
giving her the third degree while she and Dad were getting
ready for their weekly bridge game.

"Not going out tonight?"

Amanda gave me a kind of pleading look, rolled her eyes and
finally responded "That's right Mom.  I'll be staying home."

"That's too bad, Dear.  Not having problems with your
boyfriend, are you?" Mom clucked sympathetically.

My sister finally surrendered up the information Mom was
seeking.  "To tell you the truth Mom, I'm sort of between
boyfriends at the moment."

I decided to toss my two cents in at this point.  "Dibs on
the entertainment center" I called out.

Both my mother and sister threw me a dirty look before Mom
went back to her parental admonishments.  "Well, see if you
and your brother can manage to get along together for once."

She then turned to me.  "You get to watch whatever you want
every Saturday.  You're to let your sister have the living
room tonight.  It's her turn."

I almost gagged.  If there was one thing my sister and I did
NOT share it was our taste in movies.  She's into that
romantic crap while I like mindless (even witless) action-
adventures.  If she was going to be in control of the
entertainment center this was going to be one long evening.

We both said good night to our parents as they headed out
for the Pattersons.  Their tail lights had barely
disappeared around the corner before I confronted my sister.

"So, what movie are you planning on inflicting on me
tonight?" I asked, the barest hint on whining in my voice.

"Oh, I've got something that I think you might like."

I doubted it.  "I have to warn you.  I've already seen
'Jerry McGuire' three times.  I don't think I can stomach
any of the other films you like to watch."

"Don't worry.  I've got you covered.  You'll see."

Amanda headed up the stairs and returned a few minutes later
with her purse.  She sat on the sofa and started rummaging,
eventually coming up with a plastic case she held out to me.

"I think you'll find this worth watching."

I stared at the case in disbelief.  It was THE TAPE.  I had
thought that I was never going to set eyes on it again.

"You want me to watch THAT with you?" I asked,
incredulously.

"Why not?" my sister demanded.  "It's not like you haven't
already seen it.  Besides, who else am I going to watch it
with?  The professor, as you call him?"

I had to admit she had a point.  "That probably wouldn't be
wise.  He might wonder how it got made."

"That's what I thought, too."

"So why didn't you just destroy it?"

"I thought about that, but I couldn't do it.  Not yet."
Amanda blushed at her next admission.  "I want to watch it
first.  I never really have, you know.  So are you in or
not?"

I definitely felt weird, but there was only one possible
answer to my sister's question.  "Hell yes, I'm in!"

"Good.  How about going out and getting us both a couple
beers while I set up?"

I took my clue and headed for the kitchen.  Checking the
fridge I found a six pack which I almost removed before the
inspiration hit me.  I headed out to the old refrigerator in
the garage.  I opened it and found what I was seeking.
There was the remainder of a case of 20 ounce bottles of
premium beer from a micro brewery in California.  My parents
had bought it for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.
It was exactly the thing to celebrate a special occasion,
and watching a porno film WITH my sister and STARRING my
sister was definitely a special occasion to me.

I returned with four bottles to find my sister seated again
at one end of the sofa.  I twisted the top off one of the
bottles and handed it to her.  She took a big swig from the
bottle.  I placed a second unopened bottle on the end table
beside her, then took up residence at the other end of the
sofa from her and opened one of the bottles I still held.  I
took a drink, and then placed the other unopened beer on the
floor next to my feet.

Amanda handed me the remote control.  "I think I loaded the
tape properly.  You work this thing.  You've had more
practice than me,"

I nodded my acceptance of her request and checked the
curtains in the room.  Amanda had ensured that they were all
tightly shut.  We would not have to worry about the
neighbors.  I started pushing buttons.  The television came
to life, followed by the sound system and then the
videocassette deck.

The image of my sister and the professor in their sixty-nine
lit up the screen.  It was just as hot as I had remembered
it.  I could feel my dick starting to harden.

As the tape continued to run I turned my attention to my
sister sitting at the other end of the sofa.  She was
watching with a rapt expression, taking an occasional sip at
her beer and watching herself perform on the screen.  I
could tell she was getting aroused.  Even through her
sweater and the underlying sports bra I could see the
hardening of her nipples.  She kept switching position in
her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs.  She eventually
caught me looking at her.  She blushed and stared back at me
until a groan from her image on the screen drew her eyes
back to the video.  We continued to watch and drink from our
bottles.

She remained like that throughout the rest of the sixty-nine
between herself and the professor.  I offered her some
commentary during the break in the action.  "Pretty hot,
huh?"

"You're not kidding!" replied my sister.  "I can hardly
believe that I'm watching myself up there."

"Well, just keep watching" I advised.  "It gets even
hotter."

I turned my attention back to the television's image just in
time to watch my sister and the professor begin again.
Amanda's eyes were also drawn to the screen.  We drank and
watched silently as the couple on the screen commenced
fucking each other.  My sister's attention was locked on the
Sony's pictures, so intently this time that she neither
noticed nor acknowledged my frequent sideways glances at
her.  She was definitely turned on now - squirming in her
seat, her eyes sparkling, a thin layer of sweat beading up
on her forehead.  Her nipples had become rigid points
standing out plainly.  Her breathing became rapid and more
irregular.  Other than when I had caught her with the
professor I had never seen her like this, in the grip of
sexual arousal.  My own dick hardened at the sight of Amanda
in heat.  I stirred in my seat, adjusting my position to
accommodate my hard-on.  The tape finally ended.

Several seconds passed before my sister could speak.  "DAMN!
That was fuckin' incredible.  You were right" she declared
hoarsely.

"Right?  About what?" I asked in reply.

"About the tape.  You said that I wouldn't get the full
impact from the stills.  That the tape was much more
effective.  I had no idea just how true that statement was."

I answered her statement the best I could, blushing a bit as
I spoke.  "I said that you are the sexiest girl I know, even
if you are my sister.  You can see what I meant."  Then I
continued "Are you still mad at me for videotaping you?"

"I don't know.  I've been doing a lot of thinking about
that."  My sister then continued  "Did you really mean it
when you said that fucking me was one of your fantasies?"

That question made me blush more deeply.  "I really did." I
replied.

Amanda gave me a little grin and said "I think we better
keep that our little secret.  O.K.?"

I had to agree.  "O.K.." I said.

Then she slid closer to me on the sofa and looked at me
seriously.  "As long as we're telling secrets, would you
like to hear one of mine?"

I had no idea where Amanda was going with the conversation.
"Anytime." I responded to her question.

"All right..." she said hesitantly.  "When I thought you
were going to MAKE me fuck you I was really upset with you.'

"Not much of a secret." was my rejoinder.

"But that's not all." she continued.  "The thought of being
forced to service you - well, I'm not sure how to say this
- it excited me."

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

"Excited you?" I stammered.

"Doing it with my brother.  The thought of it was SO dirty.
And of course, it wouldn't be like I had a choice."  It was
Amanda's turn to blush now.  "It made me wet just to think
about it."

I contemplated the implications of what my sister had just
told me.  The thought that I could turn her on was highly
arousing.  Amanda's revelation caused my dick to become even
harder.

My sister pushed on.  "Not that I would have ever told you.
But then you GAVE me the tape.  You could have fucked me.
>From what you said, you even wanted to fuck me.  But you
DIDN'T.  You had me in your power and then let me walk away
without conditions."  She looked at me with gratitude
written all over her face.  "You showed me you really care
about me - a lot more than most of my boyfriends ever did.
I want to thank you for that."

I didn't know what to say.  "You don't need to.  I just
wanted you to like me again."  I once more felt some of the
shame I had felt when I first apologized to her.  "I was
sorry that I had hurt you."

"I know, and that was really sweet of you.  And there is
still something else I want to do."   She took a deep breath
and said "I want to keep my part of our bargain."  Looking
me straight in the eyes, she continued "I want to fuck you,
little brother."

I couldn't believe my ears.  "You do?" I croaked.

"I do." she said warmly.  "You showed me how much you really
love me.  I want to make love back to you."


(End of part 3 of 4)
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