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Roadtrip To Bliss
by Emerald (address withheld)

***

An economic downturn forces a family to move to 
Vermont. They do this as a one-way roadtrip. A missed 
sanitary stop brings unexpected events that in turn 
brings the brother and sister closer together. Very 
much so, that is. (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, ws, rom, 
preg)

***

I hated road trips and this specific one was 
particularly unpleasant because I expected this one to 
be one from which we were not likely to return anytime 
soon. 

Dad had lost his job and we had been forced to sell our 
house or go bankrupt. 

Severance and unemployment bennies had run out, but 
fortunately dad had just in time managed to land a job 
on the East coast. 

It paid a lot less than what we had been used to and we 
had to move, but in any case we'd be spared from having 
to join the homeless and live out on the street. So we 
packed up, kissed and hugged our friends good-bye and 
after the moving-truck had left we piled into the old 
International Harvester family car to set out for our 
new address 

at God-knows-where in Vermont. 

With what was left of the sale of our old home and the 
proceeds of the inevitable moving yard-and-garage sale, 
My parents had bought a small farm there for little 
more than the price of the land it sat on. 

It had been neglected and had sat vacant for the better 
part of the ten years since it had been abandoned by 
its unfortunate previous owners and this Summer we were 
going to fix it up. That in itself was enough to drive 
me to fits of adolescence and hormone enhanced angst. 

I was nearly seventeen at the time and my bratty yet 
budding sister was almost five years younger. Normally 
we got along fairly well as long as we could manage to 
navigate through life like ships passing in mist. 
Preferably very dense mist as far as I was concerned. 

Our car was of the early rusty mint-green nineteen-
fifties style station-wagon variety that had the 
outward charm, not to mention the creature comforts of 
a World-War II main battle tank. 

It had been my dad's pet car ever since he got it while 
still in college. In theory and under normal 
circumstances of a traditional road-trip vacations, it 
would allow us plenty of space so as not to get on each 
other's nerves. 

This, however, was not a normal road-trip and at the 
very last minute, mom had become ditzy about the 
'irreplaceable' breakable knickknacks and doodads that 
she and dad had collected over the years. In turn, dad 
had found it expedient to crate up his typewriter, 
assorted papers, his rifle collection and other sundry 
personal stuff. All of this was stashed inside and on 
top of the trusty old battle-wagon with barely enough 
space for sis and myself to squeeze in on the back 
bench. 

Yes, that would be the one facing backwards, which 
consequently would force us to likewise face backwards 
for the whole trip. Also we were separated from our 
parents by the stacks of boxes and bags that reached 
all the way to the ceiling of the car, which thus made 
for a nearly six foot wide, solid and virtually 
impenetrable barrier between my parents and us for the 
duration of the journey.

I very well knew my dad's preference to space the pit-
stops and breaks according to the contents of the 
twenty-five gallon gas-tank or more precisely, the lack 
thereof. He would not stop for anything unless he were 
running on empty. I therefore had made sure to seek 
extensively sanitary relief prior to our departure. 
Subsequently I had brought a selection of magazines 
(NO, not dirty ones!), books, a pillow and a decent 
supply of beverage bottles as I made myself as 
comfortable as humanly possible in the cramped space 
that I had to share with my 'darling' little sister. 

The 'Darling' little sister in question had been of a 
remarkably sunny and cheerful disposition that day and 
had apparently adopted this whole undertaking as some 
great adventure. As stated earlier, my view on this had 
been of a somewhat dimmer and significantly less 
sanguine variety, but I was glad that she had not been 
as grouchy, whiny and ditzy as I knew she could be of 
under the circumstances. 

I morosely sighed as the rear-door slammed shut and sis 
Amanda wiggled herself deeply and intrusively into what 
I would normally consider my personal space. 

We were both trim and lean to the point of being lanky. 
Since we both had been very active in athletics, with 
me doing martial arts and her doing gymnastics and what 
not, we were at least as flexible as to accommodate 
each other without becoming too uncomfortable.

Amanda flashed me a happy smile as the car's raging 
heart roared to life and put us into motion on the road 
towards our new home. Amanda stared out the window for 
a while before dedicating her attention to the one 
girlie magazine that she had brought with her for 
diversion.

I rapidly grew tired of gazing at the familiar 
landmarks that we passed. 

Never expected to be seen again until much, much later, 
I thought and I first dedicated my attention to a book 
before I dozed off in the expectation not to be woken 
up until the car's gas ran out, which I expected to be 
at least four hours later.

I woke up being nudged by Amanda, who with an 
apologetic somewhat anxious and urgent little smile 
announced; 

"Frank... Franky! Wake up! I gotta go, you know... pee! 
I gotta pee badly!" I groggily glanced at my watch to 
see that we had only been on the road for about an 
hour. I sighed, theatrically rolled my eyes and 
grumpily berated her: "Yeah RRRight! We got at least 
three more hours to go before dad even thinks about 
pulling over and you got to go pee!? Didn't you go 
before we left, you silly little twit? Didn't it enter 
your puny soggy brain to think of that? I mean, you do 
know how mom and dad do their driving, now don't you?" 
I grouched, almost immediately feeling guilty and sorry 
for Amanda. 

Amanda guiltily shook her head, indicating that she had 
neglected the so important ground rule for long-
distance travel in our family. "S-sorry, Frank! Didn't 
think of it. Had to say good-bye to Barney and that 
took a little longer than I thought it would and I 
didn't feel I had to go anyway ...Sorry! What do I do 
now? I really, really, really have to go badly!" She 
said with a growing sense of desperation on her pretty 
little face. 

I didn't know either and was frantically searching for 
a solution. I know all too well that I had learned that 
the hard way myself, but in the given situation I saw 
no real solution. I knew it was practically impossible 
to even alert mom and dad let alone convince dad of the 
dire need for the so desired unscheduled sanitary stop 
for sis. I mean, we were separated from them by at 
least six solid feet of well-intended and emotionally 
valued ramsch, and the car-engine was loud enough to 
drown out anything short of a tornado-siren going off 
right next to it.

In our earliest road-trips we always had had a kiddy-
potty with us, so we could use that, but over the years 
that prudent measure had faded away. "Gee I dunno sis! 
Can't think of anything that we could do short of just 
letting go." I mumbled in dreadful anticipation of 
spending the rest of road-trip on a urine soaked seat 
in a hot and stuffy car. My mouth ran dry with that 
horrid notion and I thoughtlessly grabbed one of the 
soda bottles to take a sip to calm me down a little.

Meanwhile Amanda had crossed her legs tightly and with 
an excruciated grimace desperately tried to hold her 
urge down and delay the seemingly inevitable disaster 
for as long as possible.

As I popped the cap, I was struck by a bright idea. Why 
not use the bottle! Get rid of the Soda, let sis pee in 
the bottle, and push the cap back on. No mess, no 
stink, no fuss and yet another good lesson learned, I 
thought. 

I checked to see whether there were no cars immediately 
behind us and I quickly opened the rear-window on more 
than the crack that it had been. Then, I poured what I 
could not drink out of the long tapered necked bottle 
through the window opening. Amanda looked at me 
quizzically and I sardonically grinned back at her, 
holding up the now empty soda-bottle.

"R-right sis, Now here's what we do. You get out of 
your panties, and use this bottle. Quickly now, before 
you make a mess!" I gasped urgently and Amanda 
obediently squirmed herself out of her girlie-cottons 
that were already moist with what I thought to be the 
first drops of her pee. Then she had to get into a 
position that would allow her to squat over the bottle 
so that she could apply that to her so desperately 
desired and required bodily relief.

In the limited space that we had available, that was 
not as simple as it seemed at first and with much 
anxious giggling and softly muttered curses she wiggled 
herself astride of me, letting me hold the bottle 
between my legs and in position as she made herself up 
to let go.

She hoisted up her dress and in a quick move to save 
her from mooning the rest of creation behind us I 
pulled the curtains. Finally I sunk back and watched 
with some trepidation and with much vested interest 
into the proceedings of this uncomfortable exercise in 
emergency sanitary relief.

Amanda squatted and spread her femininity and in under 
any other circumstances potentially naughtily exciting 
manner and pressed the top of the bottle against her 
little pee-hole to let loose.

With some relief I saw that all went well, with only a 
few drops spilled and Amanda raised herself a little to 
clean herself up with the hanky that I gallantly held 
handy and offered to her as she held the nearly full 
bottle. I let out an explosive sigh of intense relief 
of being spared of the smelly, messy and moistly 
miserable disaster that it could have been.

Then the car hit a pothole and jumped as if kicked up 
by a giant.

It swerved and bounced a couple of times, but then it 
proceeded on its intended course.

During this mad and jarring maneuver, the base of the 
bottle hit me forcibly in the groin and Amanda let out 
a gasping yelp. From the front of the car I vaguely 
heard very colorful but mostly very unholy expletives 
that my dad loudly delivered at the top of his lungs. 
Not that I was that much interested in that and I 
instinctively knew that, now more than ever, dad would 
not be in any mood to stop for anything.

My main and immediate attention, however, was dedicated 
to the crushing and agonizing pain in my testicles 
which felt as if kicked by a mule, but when I looked 
down, I saw something entirely different that made the 
hair in the nape of my neck stand on end. 

The tapered neck of the bottle had entered Amanda's 
pussy and was now lodged into it by three or four 
inches. Her girlie plum was obscenely stretched around 
it and a few drops of blood trickled down the bottle. 

Immediately I forgot my own discomfort and with a start 
I looked up at her. Her face was contorted in what I 
thought to be excruciating pain. 

Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut and her mouth was 
stretched in an open silent grimace with her breath 
escaping through her clenched teeth with a long, sharp 
hiss.

Aside from being intensely worried about Amanda, I also 
was scared shitless about the possible consequences. 
After all, this whole idiotic caper had been my idea to 
begin with and I would be the one who would be blamed 
if anything serious would come from it.

As gently as I could I pried her hands from the bottle 
and pulled it out of her. The neck had entered her all 
right, but at least had remained intact. Nothing broken 
and aside from the initial drops of blood, nothing 
further followed. With adrenaline invoked detachment I 
also noticed that the bottleneck was slippery with 
something entirely different than pee and blood. 

"Jesus!! Holy Shit!! Sis! Amanda! Are you okay? Talk to 
me sis!" I desperately blurted at her, but to my 
relief, Amanda let out a sigh. She opened her eyes, 
looked down on me and then bend over to inspect her 
bottle ravaged little pussy.

"Sheeeeit!! Ooowww!! That HURT!" She loudly observed 
matter-of-factly and probingly massaged the still 
somewhat stretched inside of her plum. 

She tilted her pelvis towards me a with a finger 
gingerly explored where the bottle had been before. 
"Oouuwwwch! Hot-Diggity-Damn! Ouch! That really hurt a 
lot!" She continued to mutter, apparently more angry 
than anything else. 

I was mightily concerned too and ignoring the now 
fading agony in my own groin, I peeked inside her 
spread open little pussy to see whether there was any 
further damage. Her inner lips looked a little bruised 
as in blushing and a little swollen, but for the rest 
and to my not insignificant relief I didn't see any 
open wounds or abrasions in the entrance of her bald 
pussy that she kept spread open with her fingers. 

A little deeper inside there were some small stretched 
and torn tatters of tissue that already had stopped 
bleeding.  That must have been her maidenhood, I 
thought with an involuntary chuckle. 

I looked up at her again and to my further relief saw 
that Amanda, be it a little anxious, did not look as if 
she was in great discomfort or pain anymore and I 
decided to update her with my findings and 
observations. 

"Nothing serious except for your 'cherry' as far as I 
can see, Sis. I don't know whether you were saving that 
one for anyone in particular, but let me tell you, he 
or she is fresh out of luck. It's is gone as in ripped 
up and torn to smithereens, but for the rest I can't 
see anything really bad. You may be sore for a while, 
but I think you'll be okay. How are you feeling now?" I 
asked her with serious and genuine concern. "O-okay...I 
guess. I just feel a little open there right now, but 
it doesn't really hurt anymore. More like feeling 
stretched and tense and it no longer stings anymore. In 
fact it isn't even really feeling very bad. Can I sit 
down now? I feel a cramp in my legs coming up." She 
told me and I hurriedly wiggled out of the way so that 
we exchanged places. Amanda very carefully let herself 
down on the seat and did not even attempt to put her 
panties back on. She kept her legs a little spread and 
in an attempt to return some of modesty and decorum to 
her, I pulled the hem of her dress down over her knees. 
Mandy lay back and wearily wiped her forehead as she 
grumpily mumbled: "So that's what losing your virginity 
feels like. Gee, am I glad that that's a one time deal 
and that I'll never have to go through that again. You 
guys have it easy, I tell ya. It's just not fair!".

I chuckled now with relief, knowing that she was okay 
and was regaining some of her perspective as she rested 
and composed herself after this harrowing experience. 

After that, things got quiet and I stared out of the 
window for a while as Amanda seemed to drift off into a 
slumber with her hands in her lap and her head on my 
pillow. "Nothing like a little excitement to chase away 
deadening boredom." I thought by myself as I watched 
her doze off and noted what a beautiful girl Amanda was 
turning into. Eventually, I sighed, picked up the book 
again and tried to get back into the story. Soon the 
hoarse humm of the car and rhythmic clacking of the 
wheels on the highway concrete hypnotized me into 
drowsiness and not long thereafter I was drifting off 
into a slumber as well. 

When I woke up, I noticed that I was, as normal for the 
seventeen year-old that I was, horny as a billy-goat 
with seven dicks. My erection pushed my shorts into a 
three-ring circus tent and I had a throbbing stone-ache 
that would have driven an elephant to fits. Amanda had 
apparently woken a little earlier and she had pulled up 
the hem of her dress again. 

She was clumsily trying to clean up the small spots of 
dried up blood between her legs and her bare and 
blushing little plum. 

She was clearly dissatisfied and exasperated by the 
effects of her own efforts or better said, the lack 
thereof, or so I thought and she looked a little sweaty 
and flushed as she was rubbing herself. 

I didn't think much of it and politely looked away to 
give her at least some privacy while performing her 
intimate cleansing. 

My head movement must have caught her attention and she 
immediately looked at me and gave me a strangely warm 
and friendly smile. 

"Err, Oh good, you're awake Franky." She said in an 
oddly husky voice as she continued to rub her groin 
which was making moistly smacking sounds due to her 
cleaning attempts, or so I thought. 

"Yep! I'm awake and how are you feeling by now? Any 
hurting down there?" I replied, my voice a little 
hoarse and suddenly noting the pleasantly musky 
fragrance of Amanda's proximity. 

"Nah, nothing hurts, but things are still a little 
messy down there and I was wondering....I was wondering 
whether you... whether you could maybe please help 
me.... clean myself up down there." She hesitantly 
stuttered, clearly blushing but looking at me with a 
strange look that was friendly, but that had something 
else in it that I couldn't quite place right at that 
moment.

I was glad that she at least hadn't suffered any 
lasting damage and felt that I'd be more than happy to 
help her out. 

On the other hand, I was a little taken aback by 
helping her by having to touch her 'privates', which I, 
implicitly as well as explicitly had been made to 
understand to be a big 'No-no'. 

"Well sure, but you don't mind me seeing and touching 
you there?" I cautiously asked her, but she immediately 
and radiantly smiling vigorously shook her head. 

"No, I really don't mind and I'd love it if you would 
help me clean there." She assured me, again in that 
strange husky, sweet and soft voice that sent pleasant 
shivers down my spine and ended up lingering in my 
lower belly from which my manliness still deftly 
erected itself. 

Suddenly I realized what was happening here. 

Dear little Miss Mandy wanted to 'play' with me and she 
must have noticed that my 'toy' was conspicuously 
asserted.  Well, if she wants to play and with me not 
having anything else on my hands, I'll play along I 
thought and I smiled and nodded silently as I made 
myself up to go along with her desires for playfulness. 

I ended up in between her legs and lifted her dress 
further up as she spread he thighs as wide as she could 
to allow me to further inspect and clean her there. The 
fact that she indicated that she was feeling relatively 
comfortable given the circumstances, quieted any of my 
concerns as I took the already soiled handkerchief to 
hand to take care of what needed taking care of, if 
any. In fact, with Amanda being apparently more 
comfortable now, my curiosity and frankly speaking my 
hormone driven interest were further aroused if that 
were possible at all. 

It'd been a while since I had seen Amanda in her 
natural glory and over the last year or so, I had 
noticed the distinct changes in her bodily appearance. 

Where before she'd been an awkward and knobby kneed 
twig, she now had developed the nice coke-bottle shaped 
physique and where previously she'd been about as flat 
as a pool-table, she'd grown a couple of nicely rounded 
forms that held a lot of promise for the near future. 
Also, her thighs and calves had filled out a little and 
she had become a cause for many shameful as well as 
delightfully lusty fantasies for me. 

Now she was happily spreading her legs for me and 
opened her most intimate spot for my inspection and 
brotherly care. Of course I was still a little taken 
aback by Amanda's sudden playfulness after the so 
recent and quite frankly fairly violent turn of events, 
but recalling the most obvious slickness of the bottle 
after extraction from her pussy, I was rapidly becoming 
even more sexually aroused by her. 

That slickness had indicated to me that Amanda had been 
relatively recently sexually aroused too and that the 
penetration of the bottle was to no mean extent 
facilitated by the effects of that same sexual arousal. 
Fortunately so, I thought, or else there might have 
been considerably more damage than just her torn and 
obliterated hymen. 

Pushing these thoughts aside or at least into the 
background for further reference, I started to gently 
wipe the faint bloodstains on her split mound. 
Apparently that was to Amanda's enjoyment as she 
leisurely tilted her abdomen back and just as gently 
thrust her cushy and bare little plum up to meet my 
cleaning efforts. 

I went at it for a while until I noticed that lower 
down there was something happening as well. That became 
more obvious when I started to clean the delicate folds 
and crevices of her young femininity. 

As soon as I touched her and ever so gently wiped her 
there, Amanda shuddered, let out a groaning and 
delighted gasp and moved to meet my touch there. Also, 
the somewhat stretched entrance to her pussy became 
very wet and slippery. Moisture started to accumulate 
in the clearly visible entrance to her vagina. The 
hairless outer lips seemed to have swollen and more 
prominent, but that was nothing compared to what had 
happened to her inner ones. Those had kind of puffed 
themselves up and now formed an excited pinkish red 
fleshy oval that at the top was joined and punctuated 
by a nubbin that clearly protruded from its fleshy 
little hood and that proudly stood out, seemingly 
begging to be caressed. 

With lightning clarity it struck me that Sis Amanda was 
horny. Verrrry horny! and with that, my own urgings 
became clear and manifested themselves by a nearly 
immediate expulsion of several drops of pre-cum from my 
by now raging erection. 

Yes! I knew that it was my sister. My own flesh and 
blood and Yes! I knew of the taboo, the risks and the 
basic immorality of it, but on the other hand it also 
aroused me more than I had ever held possible with one 
of any my several other former girl-friends or all of 
them for that matter.

Those girlfriends had been the mammalian focused, no 
obsessed, teenage neurotics that with all the bluster, 
teasing and wicked attraction-and- rejection games had 
gotten themselves off with me, while without exception 
leaving me high and dry and essentially being the 
virgin that I still was at the time.

As these thoughts tumbled through my mind, Amanda 
became restless and even more urging as evidenced by 
her restlessly caressing of my head and ruffling 
through my already unruly hair in her efforts to meet 
my still very brotherly cleansing activities. That was 
going to change drastically, I thought and with that I 
brought my lips to her now brimming gender. 

Ever so gently I touched her inner lips with mine and 
let my tongue nearly indistinguishably lightly trace 
the deeper inside and then up to meet the now deftly 
protruding clitoris that had proudly risen from within 
its protective shrouded fold. Amanda jolted and 
immediately thrust her abdomen up into my face in order 
to achieve more and more forceful intimate contact. 
'Ooow, what are you doing Franky??? That's soooo nice! 
Hahh! Yessssss, More! Kiss me there Franky!!" She 
mewled and sighed as she wildly ground her fragrant 
little blossom against my mouth while she at the same 
time powerfully and with both hands forced my head in 
between her legs. 

She further spread her thighs and raised her knees to 
give me even better access. Delightedly, I started to 
suck and lick the inside of her so desperately 
demanding sweet plum. I then moved my hands upwards 
from her thighs to her mound and then on over her flat 
and firm belly to her hips. Again Amanda shuddered in 
delight and now nearly violently ground her clitoris 
against my nose and the entrance of her vagina against 
my lips. I stuck out my tongue and explored the 
entrance of her as deep as I could. 

The fresh smell and taste of horny young girl, salty 
tang of her pee and faint coppery taste of what 
remained of her blood almost made me climax on the spot 
as I pushed my tongue deeper into her. 

Tracing her slick and moist inner lips and as my hands 
reached the softly firm mounds of her breasts-to-be and 
rubbing her by now fully raised nipples culminated in 
her orgasm as soon as I firmly planted a hard sucking 
kiss on her little clit. Amanda seemed to go entirely 
berserk and her moaning and wheezing sighing culminated 
into a soft and lowly uttered groan of complete and 
ultimate delight. 

She tensed up and I felt her vagina clamp down on my 
tongue, forcing it but as the most powerful muscle in 
her body contracted and desperately tried to suck me 
back in. Continuing to suck and lap her groin I hoisted 
the dress up further and as Amanda further surrendered 
to the throes of her first orgasm with me. Eventually 
her movements became less agitated and urging and she 
opened her eyes. 

She had calmed down and her spasming pussy came to 
rest. 

Then she lifted my head up and made me face her so that 
her sensuously half lidded eyes and mine met as we 
seriously looked at each other. 

She looked at me for a moment, now with a questioning 
half-frown and a wicked little smile around her 
delicate lips and then suggestively glanced down to her 
delicious little plum before returning her questioning 
gaze to my eyes. 

It took a second for me to let it sink in, but then I 
got her drift. 

She was in not so many words inviting me to have sex 
with her. 

Real sex as in me putting my by now steel-hard poker 
into her bare and moistly inviting girl's cunny to 
squirt her full of my young hot and virile seed. 

She wanted me to fuck with her and become her first 
real lover! 

It is not that I had not fantasized about that, because 
I most certainly had, but now in the moment of truth I 
was confused and conflicted. 

Here I was with my previously assumed prudish and 
barely past pre-teen little sister and she was inviting 
me to have unprotected sex with her. 

Me, her older brother. 

I started sweating and trembling with the nervous 
tension and excitement, but the arousing anticipation 
of losing my virginity to my beautiful little sister 
got the better of me and I gravely and silently nodded. 

Amanda now grinned widely and wickedly and raised her 
arms in a dual gesture of happy surrender and welcoming 
accommodation. 

The surrender to me and my ministrations and 
accommodation in letting me remove her light summer 
dress.  She lovingly smiled at me and started to open 
my shirt.

"Yes Franky! You can have me! Now get out of your 
clothes, you silly, and get inside of me. I love you 
and I want you now more than ever." She softly murmured 
and rapidly and deftly worked down the number of 
buttons until she reached my shorts. 

I didn't need any encouragement and with a quick move 
removed both the shorts and my undies to release my 
raging erection to the world. 

With lust glazed eyes, Amanda now grabbed my protruding 
six-and-something inch and in the rush of her desire 
pulled it to her as she used her other hand to pull me 
up over her and in between her legs. 

Then, she seemed to sober up and very lucidly and 
clearly looked me in the eyes. "Frank, you are going to 
fuck your little sister. You are going to push your 
yummy big dick into your little sister's little plum 
and you are going to surrender your cherry to me as I 
did surrender mine to that silly soda bottle. 

You are going to squirt yourself empty into me, your 
darling little sister and your seed will fill me and 
make me yours! Now fuck me Frank! Unhhh, FUCK ME!" She 
gasped at me as she drew me closer. 

Our bodies met and her pointed little nipples touched 
my chest, sending a shock of sexual arousal through me. 

Her hand led my manhood to her plum, pulled back my 
foreskin and with deft movements rubbed the swollen 
head through her brimming crevice. 

Down from the entrance to her lust, up to her clitoris 
and back again, and again, and again, until the desire 
and unbridled yearning for penetration led her to 
position it in her entrance and then buck up in the 
hungry desire for me to fill her and thrust my young 
and virile seed inside her young womb. 

I gently pushed forward and felt myself being 
enveloped, nearly sucked into her her most intimate 
passage that opened up to me as a hot stretching ring 
that nearly audibly snapped into place as the rim of my 
swollen glans passed through it.  

Amanda gave an explosive sigh and then kissed me. 

She kissed me with her tongue forcing my lips apart and 
entering my mouth, dancing with mine in unholy union. 
Our breath mixing and being shared between us robbing 
us from oxygen and focusing us on the joy of our sinful 
coupling, the breaking of the ultimate taboo. 

Knowing the rules, yet breaking them in ultimate 
delight and pursuit of slaking the lust that we now 
felt for each other. Transgressing the border of what 
never can be undone, I pushed forward and inserted 
myself deeper and deeper into my sweet little sister. 
Every little piece of me entering her in our incestuous 
union enjoyed it and sang with the realization of being 
embraced by her yearning and being moistly kissed by 
her gender. The most powerful muscle of her body was 
caressing and with rippling contractions milking my 
manhood in ways that I had never experienced before.

Her nails dug into the muscles along my spine as she 
urged me deeper into her and after five or six thrusts 
I felt myself reaching her depth with the hot softly-
firm knot of her cervix moistly rubbing over my glans. 

At the same time the inner labia of her bare, hot and 
soft cunny wetly kissed where the base of my inserted 
manhood stood out from my groin. 

Instinctively I lunged into her and ground myself 
against her warmly enveloping gender and Amanda reacted 
by a delighted grunt of being so forcefully stimulated. 
We both pulled back a little, then lunged again to be 
rewarded again by the sublime stimulation of our sexual 
parts. 

I broke the kiss and let my lips wander along her neck, 
nibbling here and gently kissing there as we hotly 
sighed and groaned in our heated consumption of our 
sexual union. 

I lifted my self slightly and with my mouth sought out 
the firmly raised strawberry like nipples of her yet 
unformed budding chest. I ever so gently kissed, then 
softly bit them, before sucking them in. First one and 
then the other and then placing my hand on one of them 
to caress it tenderly and continuing to nibble and suck 
the other one.

Amanda seemed to explode now and her humping up to me 
became totally uncontrolled and uncontrollable by me. I 
had no choice but to follow her in that and soon we 
reached the crescendo of our incestuous enjoyment of 
each other. 

In the ultimate heat of her enjoyment of our sexual 
union Amanda bit my shoulder as later appeared, until 
it bled, but in its agony, the pain only re-enforced my 
lust and enjoyment of our so tightly coupled bodies. 
She brought up her knees alongside of me and with her 
feet on my buttocks spurred me on as her mouth sought 
mine again. 

Again we kissed wildly and passionately as we opened up 
and shared each others' breath.

Depleting it of oxygen as it passed between us and 
narrowing our conscience, only allowing us to 
experience each other and enter into our own unique 
universe of our mutual purely sexual enjoyment, leaving 
no room for anything else than the deepest and most 
primitive of our combined lust. 

Then she tensed and while still in the ultimate 
intimate kiss moaned out the onset of her orgasm. Her 
groaning mewling expression of her ultimate sexual 
delight reverberating in my chest. 

She now uncontrollably humped and ground her brimming 
vulva up against me and her tight teenager vagina 
spasmodically contracted and pulsed around my deeply 
lodged sword of procreation. 

I was not far away from my climax either and grunted 
back as I felt my testicles swell, retract, contract 
and from deep within my belly my hotly raging seed 
surged and raced to my ultimately stimulated and 
enjoying cock. Then it forced itself to fight the 
rhythmic contractions of Amanda's cunny and ultimately 
explode from my lunging penis into my sister's vagina. 
Spent itself against her cervix and be met by the next 
wave of my forcibly inserted seed, to be injected into 
her ecstatically receiving womb and mix with her fluids 
there. Time and time again I lunged in to add yet 
another delivery of my living seed into her as she 
crooned out her delight and entranced frenzy of her 
climax.

We reaped the ultimate reward that mother Nature places 
on the successful completion of our sexual coupling and 
unification in lust.

We went at it until there was no more to add and we 
slowed down to the point where we just tightly held 
each other and remained firmly coupled and embedded 
while allowing our bodies to regain their normal 
rhythm, regain the balance of life giving oxygen as we 
rocked each other and whispered sweet little words or 
just made sounds that expressed our extreme pleasure 
and primitive satisfaction with our just shared sexual 
high. 

"Oeeewwweeee! That was gooooood!" Amanda finally 
managed to croon softly. "Looks like this roadtrip's 
gonna be one to remember Franky." She added and I 
chuckled. "Yeah! Just be careful not to walk too 
bowlegged at the next break. We don't want mom and dad 
to get suspicious, now do we?" I replied and kissed her 
again, but then a terrible thought occurred to me. 

I could already have made sis dear very pregnant by 
now. I broke out in sweats and got goose bumps. 

"Holy Shamoly, Mandy! Have you started having periods 
yet? I mean..." 

I agitatedly asked her, but she reassuringly smiled and 
put a finger over my trembling lips. 

"Hush now, you silly! Yes, I've started having those a 
year ago..." She paused for effect and wriggled her 
nose in theatrical expression of distaste. 

"But... my next one is due any day now, so I think 
we're in the clear, so don't you worry, my hunky 
brotherly lover-boy!" She assured me and I let out an 
explosive sigh of relief. 

"In fact, we can fuck ourselves completely silly and 
Oeeew! I feel like having another serving of you deep 
inside of me. Helps keeping the pimples down too, I am 
told." She continued and suggestively humped her 
delicious plum up against me. I glanced at my watch and 
was relieved to see that we had at least another hour 
and a half. My somewhat softened member immediately 
firmed up and soon we were leisurely riding each other 
to another inevitable climax. This time the intense 
heat and lust of that fabled first time had made way 
for a more gentle and controlled, but not in any way 
less rewarding experience. 

Just before dad was supposed to be pulling the car over 
for a gas and pits-stop we hurriedly got into our 
clothes again. We opened the rear-windows a far as we 
could to vent out the now nearly palpable sex-smell and 
we shared more than a few lusty conspiring grins when 
dad opened the rear-door of the car and cheerily 
greeted us with a "Hello! That wasn't so bad now was 
it? C'mon let's grab some grub. I'm starving."

We guffawed and agreed. The pleasant exercises had 
taken their toll on us and we were ravished. 

In fact we surprised our parents with our so apparent 
appetite when, contrary to our normal picky and finicky 
eating habits, wolfing down two servings of a trucker's 
breakfast of mostly bacon and eggs, topped off with 
lots of hash-browns with sour cream before we hit the 
road again an hour later. 

In amazement mom remarked that the 'fresh' air was 
doing wonders on us. We just looked at each other and 
exploded in a gale of laughter and giggles.

The rest of the road-trip became a nearly continuous 
feast of sex between Mandy and myself. In fact we spent 
more time sexually coupled than separated and with each 
coupling and ecstatically shared orgasm we grew to love 
and enjoy each other more, better and deeper. 

The only thing that limited us to really do it round-
the-clock was the fact that we stayed in motels. In 
order to save the already meager budget, we would all 
share a single motel-room, usually in the cheapest of 
cheapest variety highway motels.

Needless to say that those were trying times, but once 
we quickly managed to do it in the shower while our 
parents watched the Johnny Carson show. That might not 
have been the most elegant and pleasant episode in our 
sexual escapades, but the possibility of getting caught 
in the act certainly made it one of the most exciting 
ones. 

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Later at night, when mom and dad were fast asleep, we'd 
quietly couple and gleefully fuck each other for the 
rest of the night, right under their noses, so to 
speak.

As with all good things they do come to an end and 
after those five deliciously wicked days of total 
sexual immersion into each other while humping, 
grinding and spasmodically contracting in our orgasms 
at the rhythm of the car's highway-travel, we reached 
our destination: The Farm in the Northern Kingdom of 
Vermont which is so widely known for the notoriously 
shallow gene-pool of its population. 

The farm itself wasn't nearly in as bad a shape as I 
had anticipated in my dismissive teenage angst. 

Furthermore, the fact that both our parents almost 
immediately started their jobs to keep them occupied 
during the days, leaving it up to us to do the fix-up 
of the farm-house, left us generous opportunities to 
explore more domestic varieties of sexual diversion. 

We thoroughly came to appreciate the functions of the 
bed, but the living-room couch and my dad's recliner 
also made for many pleasant and joyous discoveries and 
experiences too.

As soon as mom and dad had left for the day, we'd 
immediately shed our clothes and get in our first fuck 
of the day if we hadn't had that one before they had 
woken up that day, that is. 

We still find it amazing how much the spending of 
sexual energy in mutual gratification has contributed 
to building the nearly inseparable bond between us. 
Likewise amazing it is to us how entirely beneficially 
addicting it was to both of us and how it contributed 
to the nearly frightening lack of conflict and acrimony 
between us. We were after all still teenagers. Oh well, 
maybe that had to do with the hormonal exchange, or 
better still, my hormonal pledges and Mandy's vaginal 
absorption thereof. After summer vacation was over we 
went back to school. Although we were friendly and 
gregarious enough with our fellow students and 
regularly engage in sexual contacts with others, we'd 
always end up back together. 

Invariably, we'd find that no one else could even 
remotely give us the sexual enjoyment, the harmony and 
the wild excitement of our illegal consumption of our 
sinful incestuous bond. Besides that, we figured that 
our teaming up this way was going to be advantageous to 
both of us. We didn't need to worry about our 
compatibility with each other, since that had been 
sufficiently and satisfactory established. Not only had 
we been conditioned as siblings to get along and deal 
with each other in a family setting, but we had come to 
deeply love and enjoy each other's company. We had 
become more one than most married couples would ever 
have a chance of hoping to achieve.

The fact that four years later, our parents suddenly 
disappeared didn't really phase us that much. After 
three weeks they were found drowned in their car which 
had ended up in a lake after what appeared to have been 
an accident. Our parents had been very well insured and 
by now we saw our chance to realize our childhood 
dreams of running a horse farm as a profession and very 
successfully so, so we were not in need for anyone's 
charity.  

After the funeral we returned to the farm and within 
minutes feasted on each other in our parent's bed 
without giving any thought to potential reproductive 
hazards from that time onward. It appeared that Mandy 
could easily get pregnant with me, but that invariably 
and sometimes completely unnoticed would spontaneously 
lose the fruit of our incestuous lust. 

This meant that she would be nearly constantly in early 
pregnancy, which only seemed to enhance our mutual 
lust. I loved the smell and tender texture of my 
pregnant sister and Mandy would become practically 
sexually insatiable. However, when Mandy had just 
turned eighteen and after many missed periods followed 
by just as many miscarriages, finally one seemed to 
stick no matter how much and wild we fucked.  

In fact it so appeared that it had stuck double so for 
the next nine months we explored the joyous realms of 
incest and really pregnant sex with swelling belly and 
breasts and the olfactory feast of the warmly sweet 
fragrance of imminent motherhood. 

For the rest of the world, the mystery of who had 
caused Mandy's pregnancy we explained by vaguely 
referring to a visiting friend from way back when and 
that had settled and satisfied our neighbor's obvious 
curiosity. 

It is widely known in Horse husbandry that if you want 
to breed a truly exceptional horse, you need to risk 
breeding between very close relatives. Apparently, the 
same goes for us humans. Our twin daughter and son are 
such truly amazing and gifted offspring that they are 
almost scary to behold if they were not such a complete 
joy.

Mandy had a C-section and after that, no matter what we 
did or how much we tried, nothing ever stuck for more 
than a couple of months before spontaneously aborting 
in a miscarriage. Frankly speaking, we didn't mind that 
too much since we were basically reproductively done. 
At least we would not run the risk of spoiling our 
life's winning streak that so unexpectedly started with 
that memorable road-trip, although truth be told, I 
wouldn't have mind to have had another beautiful sexy 
little daughter to be a daddy's girl with all the 
delights that come with it, but I guess you can't win 
them all. 

Looking back now after the nearly twenty years that 
have passed, Mandy and myself are still amazed about 
the insatiable lust that we as teenagers were capable 
of. It is our guess that the sheer naughtiness of 
rebellion against the incest taboo gave us and still 
gives us that nearly inexhaustible sexual energy and 
excitement that we to date relish and revel in. Our 
kids Mira and Mike, both now fourteen years old, fully 
agree to the extent that they happily and 
wholeheartedly decided to actively take part in our in 
our so idyllic, harmonious and so fully functional 
family life. 

Wink-wink, nod-nod!!

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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