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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Taking Amy Home (MF, inc, ws, oral, bd) By Richard the Black (blackrichard@juno.com) *** College freshman and complete slut Amy gets stranded in a bad part of town and has to call her older brother to pick her up. They pick up their incestuous relationship where it left off when he left for college years before, in his apartment. She pleasantly surprises her older brother with all she's learned since their last time together. *** I hadn't seen my sister in months. In fact, except for a couple of holiday family gatherings, I hadn't really seen her for over a year. We'd fought a lot as kids, then, for a brief period when she was a freshman and I was a senior in high school, we'd gotten very close. But my second year of college, when I stopped coming home much for visits, we drifted apart again. Now I had just graduated and started law school, and she was in her first year of college in New York City, and we were pretty far apart. So I was surprised when I heard her voice on my answering machine at 2 in the morning one Sunday. "Johnny, I'm stranded in the Village and I need help," she said. She sounded like she'd been crying. "I hope you're home 'cuz I really need." At that point, I picked up the phone. "Hello? Amy? What's the problem?" I hadn't been asleep, law students don't get to sleep. "Johnny thank God!" she said. "Look, I'm outside this club called the Hooked Cross down on--" "I know where it is," I told her. I did, too; I'd dated a Goth chick who hung out there. Lowlife bar. "What the hell are you doing there?" "My date dumped me," she said, "and my purse got stolen, and I've got no money for a cab. Will you come get me or should I try to hitch?" If she tried to hitch from that neighborhood at 2 AM she'd probably end up dead in the East River or alive in some Arab's harem three weeks later. "Yeah, yeah," I said. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." "There's an all night diner down the street," she said, "I'm in there." I hung up, pulled some jeans and a sweatshirt on, got my car out of the garage, and drove down there. When I walked into the diner, I only spotted Amy because she was the only girl the right age in the place. What I was looking for was Amy the way I remembered her. She had only grown a couple of inches since she was 13; at 5'4, she barely came up to my shoulder. She had bouncy, thick, heavy curly glossy black hair, a token of our Jewish heritage, that she usually wore loose and falling down around her shoulders, although I had seen her dressed up formally with it pulled back and put up. She had a cute pretty face, rounded and soft looking, with a little pug nose and a full lipped, wide mouth that was usually smiling or giggling, showing her very expensive straight, white teeth, big dark brown eyes and a smear of freckles across nose and cheeks. She generally looked deceptively innocent, and dressed that way, in jeans and sweatshirts and sneakers, or some pretty summery dress that might show a lot of leg and a little shoulder, but still looked little girlie somehow. She had contacts just like the rest of us, but at a lot of family gatherings, wore big clunky glasses with oversized rectangular pink plastic frames that I thought made her look even cuter. You can see, then, how I nearly missed her completely. She was in a red leather jacket with big gold buttons open in the front, a black leather mini skirt, tarted out in really heavy slutty make up, and had this sleeveless net blouse-thing running between a studded leather collar and a studded leather belt, over a scanty black bra. She was wearing black fishnet thigh high stockings and four inch heels She'd moussed her hair back tight on her head and frizzed it out in a weird looking frizzy explosion, and frosted it in greenish gold streaks. She was 17, but could have been any age; the eternal slut Like I said, if I'd passed her on the street, I probably would have checked her out, but I don't think I'd have recognized her. "Holy shit, Amy," I said as she got up and walked towards me. She just waved her hand at me. "Don't give me shit big brother, please. I am soooooo racked. Can you drive me back to the State U dorms?" We went out and got in my car. "Don't give you shit? Christ, Amy, if I ever brought home a girl dressed like you Mom and Dad would both stroke out. And what the fuck are you doing in a pit like the Hooked Cross? When did you go Goth?" She looked at me sullenly from the passenger seat as I started the car up. "Brett works as the bouncer there," she muttered. "Fuckin jerk. He ditched me to take some little punk bitch home with him. I think she was maybe all of 14 and he had his hand up her cunt to the wrist while they were walking out the door." I was a little shocked to hear Amy talking this way. I was also vaguely remembering some family gossip now... something about Amy seeing some guy who was way too old for her. "Who's Brett? I thought you were dating some teaching assistant... Paul, or someone." She snorted. "I wasn't dating him, I was fucking him," she said. "For the fucking grades, big brother. Christ, he was a loser." "Yeah," I said. "Did he ditch you in the Village at 2 AM a lot?" "Oh FUCK YOU!" she suddenly screamed at me as we drove. "Like you fuckin' care what I do! I didn't have to call you! I could have got a fuckin' ride!" "Shit, Amy," I said, shaking my head, "when did you turn into such a tramp?" "You ougtta know," she spit at me. "Or was that some other little sister you had sucking you off when she was a freshman in high school?" "Don't give me that shit," I said wearily. "You wanted to do it, you liked doing it, and I didn't treat you like a slut or teach you to talk like a Brooklyn hooker. Jesus, Amy, if you weren't my sister..." Suddenly she burst into tears. "I know I know I'm suh suh SORRY..." She sobbed in the passenger seat for several seconds. "I duh dah diden..." She paused and wiped her face, "didn't want you to see me dressed like this or know...." She broke down in sobs gain. She cried for a couple of minutes while I drove. Finally, I said "I'm glad you called me, honey. I'm glad I could be here for you. And, you know... it's not that you look BAD... I just... it's a new look for you." She was wiping her face off with a wad of old Kleenex from one of her jacket pockets, smearing the make up terribly. "Yeah," she sniffled miserably. "A lot of guys like it though." I reached over and touched her cheek. "Hey, I like it. It just surprised me." Surprisingly, she smiled and took my hand in both of hers. "Mmmm." She batted her eyes at me, pretending to be shy. "Big bruvver wikes baby sis dwessed up like his little slut?" she baby talk teased me. I laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do. It's sure as shit a change, though." She giggled. "Yeah, you always liked me in those little schoolgirl things... jeans and white shirts and white socks... mmm... remember the time we had the whole weekend together and you made me spend all Saturday in my--" "Cheerleader's uniform!" I finished for her. I did remember, it was one of my hottest recollections. "But no panties." "Mmmmm," she said, taking my hand and bringing it down under her tight leather mini. "Never any panties when I was alone with big brother. That was the rule. I remember. See?" My fingers were rubbing up and down naked cunt lips. She made a breathy little moaning sound and then whispered softly, "I took them off in the girl's room at the diner after you said you'd come get me." My car is an automatic, so I can drive one handed, and I was enjoying it. My finger and thumb found her little clit and pinched. "I remember that cheerleader costume. That was the first time..." She raised one eyebrow. "...you fucked baby sister's little ass," she finished. "Mmmmmm, yes," she said, squirming against my fingers as I gently rocked her clit. "All those cartwheels and pirouettes and jumping jacks I did in the living room for you. Then I went to the bathroom and was leaning over the sink after fixing my hair and you came in..." "And tossed that skirt up," I went on for her, slipping my pinky up her wet cunt, "and shoved you into the mirror and grabbed the hand lotion..." "Ooooohhh," she said, hips moving against my hand now, "and rubbed it in the crack of my ass and all over your cock and my friend Bernadette told me about buttfucking but god I was scared but you wanted my ass so I was going to let you do it and I stood there bent over with my face shoved against the mirror..." "And I couldn't get it into you," I said, pinching her clit with my fingernails now. "We stood there for five or ten minutes and finally I said..." "Reach back and pull your cheeks apart, brat," Amy gasped, "and I was crying because I was so scared but I had to do what you said so I pulled them apart and you shoved it forward again and I felt it pushing my asshole open and it was huge it was like you were shoving a baseball bat up my ass." "And then my dickhead just popped up inside your little brownie and I was shoving the whole thing up into you and your asshole was so tight and smooth and hot," I went on, "and you--" "Fuckin SCREAMED!" Amy sighed, "oh shit I thought I was gonna DIE and you were all the way up me and then you started to pull back OUT and then it was fucking my ass in and out oh SHIT and then I felt your cum all hot and wet inside me..." She trembled and pasmed. "Ah ah AHHHHHHH!" I lifted my hand from her cunt and wiped my fingers on her mouth. She opened wide the way I'd taught her years before and sucked each one into her lips, licking them off carefully, making hot little slurping sounds. Finally I pulled the last finger out of her mouth and put my hand back on the steering wheel. "I cannot believe," she said, smiling impishly, "that you actually buggered your sweet innocent 13-year-old sister, Johnny. Sodomized her. Anally RAPED her. Butt-fucked the bitch. Shot your sperm in her tight little girl asshole. You are one sick bastard, Johnny." I laughed. She leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. "You made me cum, big bruvver," she said in her little girl's voice. "You know what THAT means. Now you own me." I smiled. "Forevah and evah?" It was what we'd always said when we were together before. "Mmmmm hmmm, forevah and evah," she said, her hands moving to my zipper in my lap. "Easy there, baby," I said, laughing. "Blowjobs in cars make great Penthouse letters, but in real life, they cause traffic accidents. Wait until we get back to my place." She lowered her head into my lap and started kissing my hard cock through my jeans. "Mwah mwah muuuuuhhhh WAH... say, what about your girlfriend?" I laughed. "Law students don't have time for social lives. The last girl I dated was over spring break and it didn't last long." She mumbled curiously, in between long licks at my denim zipper guard, "Why not? What was wrong with her?" "Nothin," I said. "If you gotta know... she was married and her husband found out so she had to stop seeing me." "You dog," she said, and laughed. Then started nibbling my bulge through my jeans. "Well, I am not married, big bruvver, and you own me forever and ever and this time I am not going to let you ignore me for three years." "My mistake," I said, patting her on the head. In the parking garage, I turned the car off and reached for my seat belt buckle. Amy giggled and let me undo it, but then pressed down on my legs when I tried to turn and open the door. "You got me off in the car," she said. "Let me do you here." "Ummmm," I said, pretending to think it over. "Errrrr... okay." She deftly unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out with her warm, soft hand. She breathed on it, flickered her tongue all over the head, then carefully licked all up and down the length, getting every bit of surface area wet. She took the head in her mouth and suckled it, went "Mmmmmmphhhh," around it in a very satisfied tone, flexed her lips just under the head, swirled her tongue and flicked it into my piss slit, then went down on it in earnest, sliding her tight lips slowly but steadily all the way down the shaft, swallowing it easily and expertly into her throat. Then she slowly gave it back up again, sliding her head back up, lips and tongue working as my cock slipped back out of her warm mouth. She brought her mouth up off my cockhead with a moist sucking pop, giggled, and began to pump her soft tight fingers on my shaft while straightening up and putting her head on my shoulder again. "Johnny, call me a cocksucking slut," she pleaded in a whisper, her hand moving steadily up and down along my saliva slick prick. "You cocksucking slut," I snapped. "Get your head off my shoulder." She whimpered and straightened up, sitting sideways, jerking me off expertly, looking at me with her big brown eyes expectantly. "Tell me I'm your whore bitch," she begged. I slapped her face. "You're a worthless cunt toy whore bitch tramp," I told her. "Oh," she gasped, tears starting down her cheeks. "I love you, Johnny. I'll do anything you want. Anyplace. Any time. Any how." Her hand was still pumping me. "Please let me be your personal sperm bank, Johnny." I slapped her again, then sat back. I was about to cum in her hand. "You keep stroking," I growled. "Don't you dare do anything else until I say." She gasped and sobbed but kept pumping her hand. "Don't I get to eat it, Johnny? Baby sister wants to eat your cum..." I slapped her again, then shuddered and shot cum all over her hand and arm, my jeans, my shirt, her jacket and fishnet blouse and breasts and bra and stomach. She stroked me steadily, hand squeezing and milking me expertly. Tears were running down her cheeks. "Aw Johnny I want to eat it..." After I stopped dribbling, I made her rub her cum covered hand all over her face. Her hair was already full of mousse and spray or I'd have made her clean my cock off with it. Instead I ordered her to keep her mouth closed and took her head and rubbed my cock off on her face, too. Her cheeks, lips, eyes, forehead, nose, and chin were covered in drying sperm when I finished. I made her strip to her bra, put her panties back on, and then took her upstairs in the elevator. I was tempted to make her go knock on someone's door the way she was, but my neighbors already thought I was weird enough. When we got into my apartment, I pointed down the hall. "Shower's down there. I'm totally wiped out, so don't wake me up when you come to bed." I wasn't kidding; I was asleep before I heard the water start running. I woke up to an incredible sensation. Something warm and soft and tight and moist, moving slowly up and down my cock. For a moment I just lay there in a sleepy haze enjoying it. Maybe Laurie had snuck out on her husband again... but I thought I'd gotten the key back from her... I heard someone make a muffled moan mingled with a contented slurping sound, and recognized it immediately... and remembered who was there. "Amy!" I felt my erection slide out into the cool open air. "Morning big brother," I heard my little sister giggle. "You must have been dreaming of me cuz you were sleeping with a hard on." I looked down and saw her looking up at me, face sideways, resting on my thigh just below my cock and balls. She was naked except for the lacy black panties. Her makeup was smeared around and her hair was a mess. She made a kissy mouth at me, giggled again, and gave my balls a lick. "You were mean not letting me have any cum last night. I haven't' blown you since that weekend I visited you in your freshman year at Yale." Her tits were as nice as I remembered; perfect perky little half spheres the size of cantaloupe with quarter sized pink nipples that right now had hard little nubs in the exact center of them sticking up. I noted in passing a new butterfly tattoo I hadn't noticed the night before on the inside of her left boob. Her hair was washed and hanging down in clean dark curls all around her face and shoulders, making her look sweet and innocent. She smiled lazily at me and started flutter kissing slowly up the underside of my dick. "Tell me to stop and I will," she said in a teasing tone, licking lightly around the underside of my glans. "What if I tell you to suck me until I blow my load down your throat?" I said, a little breathlessly. "Mmmm," she said, her hand cupping the head of my cock from the side as she kissed the tip of it, "well I have to do what my big brother tells me if he uses the magic word. Llllalllummmmmm," she said as she gave me a lingering lick. "Blow me you little cocksucking babyslut," I said, reaching down to put my hand on her head and push it down onto my cock. "OOh!" she squealed. "Am I still your babyslut, Johnny?" "You bet," I said. "Now suck!" And she did. Her mouth opened and she took my cock back in, sliding her tightly ovalled lips slowly down my shaft with a delighted slurping moan. She was much more skilled and experienced than she had been the first time she had nervously given me head when she was a 13 year old high school freshman, but it was still every bit as exciting. She started to bob her head on me eagerly, and as she did she squirmed around on her knees to put her pantied ass closer to my head. I reach out, slid her panties down off her sweet buttcheeks, and began to slap first one, then the other. This was a new side to Amy, or at least, an evolution from how she had been years before. I had been kind of rough with her sometimes and she had seemed to enjoy it, but I had never actually hit her or called her names. She groaned with each slap, pumping her mouth up and down on me, using her tongue and lips avidly on my prick. When her asscheeks were both bright red, I slipped my thumb into her bunghole and two fingers up her pussy, gratified to find it hot, tight, and soaking wet. As I worked my fingers and thumb in and out of her hot spanked ass and pussy, she moaned and grunted and made muffled little crying noises around my cock as she expertly gave me head. After a few minutes, I could feel my cum gathering and I started to breath heavily. She squealed around my prick and started sucking me harder and faster and I exploded, spurting what felt like a quart of hot cum into her avid little mouth. She gulped and gobbled and sucked and swallowed, slowing her head bobbing, tightening and flexing her lips and swirling her tongue to coax every slick, salty drop out my cock and down her throat. I could see her throat working as she slurped my sperm down, and hear her making liquid gulping sounds in her throat as I shot spurt after spurt of my thick sticky seed into her hot little mouth. Finally I stopped spurting with a sigh. She kept nursing at my cock for a minute or so, tongue and lips working to get it all, mouth slowly sliding up and down to make sure she swallowed down every drop. Finally, with visible reluctance, she let my half hard cock slide back out of her pouting lips. "Nmmmm," she said, licking her lips and chin, dabbing her fingers in my pubic hairs and then sucking them off one at a time, "you still have the best tasting cum, big brother." "You are SUCH a slut," I said, pulling her up to me and kissing her mouth. Her tongue slipped past my lips and I tasted my own cum, but I had gotten used to that with her before and could again. She giggled as she broke the kiss after a minute. "I'm your slut, big brother," she sighed happily. "Forevah and evah." I smiled at the phrase which we had used to say to each other all the time. "Mmmmm, good news... it won't take ten minutes for you to get your big dick up my ass any more." "Oh, really?" I said, reaching down and sliding a finger up inside her back door. "Hmmmmmm. Did Paul have a horse cock?" "No," Amy giggled, "but my roommate Jessica has a HUGE strap on..." I had two fingers up her ass now and with a little effort, slipped a third in. She groaned and squirmed. "Oooooh yeah..." I moved them in and out and twisted them around lazily, tonguing her mouth, rubbing her clit with my thumb. After a while she came, and a few seconds after that, she came again. "Oooooh OHHH GOD JOHNNIE!" she gasped, and grabbed my wrist and tried to pull my fingers out of her. I easily resisted. "What do you think you're doing? You want those fingers out, you beg me." "Please Johnny please please I'm so sensitive after a cum please take your fuckin fingers out of my ass big brother!" she whined. I slipped them out, then trailed them over her lips. She dutifully sucked them off one at a time. "You're still nasty," she said afterward, sliding out of bed. "Where you goin', slut,?" I asked, smiling as I watched her. She was kicking the panties I'd rolled down off her asscheeks all the way off. "Gotta piss, big bro," she said, grinning. "Wanna come watch?" I did, actually, so I ambled into the bathroom with her. She squatted on the throne and let go. That made me have to go, so I told her to hurry up. She looked up at me. "How nasty are you, Johnny?" "Pretty nasty," I admitted, wondering if she wanted me to piss on her. "Why?" "Show you something I learned if it won't gross you out," she said, then opened her mouth. "Stick that thing back in here and go." "You'll fuckin choke," I said, wonderingly. "Nah," she said, smiling. "A lot will run down my chin and neck but I won't choke. Go ahead if you want." So I stuck my half hard on into my baby sister's mouth again and started to piss. She kept her eyes wide open staring me in the face and immediately started to gulp steadily as I urinated in her mouth. Her lips were tight around my cock but yellow fluid started running out the corners of her mouth and down her neck in steady streams, dripping off her nipples onto her legs. I could see, feel, and hear her swallowing my piss. I could see it running down her body. It was incredible. By the time I was done I had a raging hard on again, so I pulled her up from the toilet by her hair, bent her over the sink and rammed my cock up her slut ass. She was right, she took it easily, even with no lube but her spit and my piss. Her brownie was tight and smooth like a hot velvet glove squeezing my dick and she was moaning as I buttfucked her. I was so turned on from the whole bathroom scene that I came within a minute, shooting hot and heavy up Amy's ass. After I pulled out of her sweet rump she got down on her knees again and cleaned my prick off with her mouth, licking and sucking lovingly, finally drying my cock off with her hair. "I'm gonna have to find my cheerleader's outfit," she giggled. Amy and I spent the rest of the day naked, fooling around, fingering and kissing, caressing and licking and sucking. I made her cum a few times with my tongue in her mouth and sucking her nipples while playing with her clit, then I spent an hour or so on the floor while she sat on the couch with legs over my shoulders, eating her through another couple of orgasms. Then I made her spend the afternoon out on my little 12th floor terrace, naked, bent over the wrought iron railing between my terrace and the one next door, ankles tied on one side to the bottom rail, wrists tied on the other. She had big black metal paper clamps on her nipples and the lips of her pussy, and I'd taken my broom and mop out there and set them up in a patio chair behind her so both handles were up her ass. After leaving her out there for an hour, I went out and untied one hand and left her for the rest of the afternoon; I have no idea how many times she made herself cum. When I brought her back in, I carried her in my arms into the bedroom, lay her on the bed, got on top of her, and slowly and very lovingly fucked her pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and pulled me down to put her tongue in my mouth. I have no idea if she came but after ten minutes or so I shot a gusher in my baby sister's cunt. She groaned when I did it. After a few minutes, with her legs and arms still wrapped around me and my cock still hard inside her, she whispered "My only birth control is blowjobs and buttfucking, big brother." I sighed. "Well, if I knock you up then Mom and Dad will have to let us move someplace and change our names and get married." She was quiet for a second. Then her pussy clenched on my cock. "Oooooh. Fuck me again?" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 19