A Summer to Remember

It was bad, Brady thought to himself, bad that not only did he not really think twice when his sister asked him to cum inside of her, but also that he liked it as much as he did. It was very bad. "No, it's okay," he answered, trying to ignore the little voice inside his head as he kissed Amanda's lips again.

Even as he let his hand continue to caress his sister's breasts, the realization of what had happened between them began to set in. The war between the desires of his body, and the fears in his mind was over. His desires had won out, and yet now, lying in the darkness of the bedroom, Amanda's naked body against his, he felt sick at his stomach. The desire was gone, or at least quelled for the moment, and now the little voice inside of his head was screaming at him. Telling him that what he'd done to his sister was wrong, that he should feel ashamed.

"I need to get a drink of water," Brady finally said, slipping off the bed and walking into the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror, after splashing cold water on his face. Even as he tried to make sense of his warring emotions, Brady knew that when he returned to the bedroom, when he returned to Amanda's bed, the desires would return, and nothing he did or said would prevent them from winning out again.
 
Amanda could feel Brady tense up and hesitate as he kissed her, caressing her body gently. "No, it's okay." he whispered, tentatively. She bit her lower lip. Had giving in to their desires completely ruined their relationship? They'd had their problems, but they had always been really close.

Brady got up to get a drink of water from the bathroom, and Amanda started to dread the moment he returned. His face had told her he wasn't exactly feeling thrilled about the decision, as great as it may have been.

She put her head back, closing her eyes. She was in her room, she couldn't just leave. She grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, putting them on. She sat down on the edge of the bed. She got up and started pacing. And then it really sunk in. Not only had her brother just taken her virginity, he'd cum inside her, and she wasn't on any kind of birth control.

Amanda slid her hand down, putting it flat against her belly. "Oh my God." She stood up and walked out of her room, downstairs, and into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of juice. She knew her parents hid a bottle of extra-strength ibuprofen in the cabinet with the olive oil, so she took one, washing it down with the juice, and resting her hip against the counter, "I seriously can't believe I let my being horny do this to us." But still, somehow, she knew that if she went back upstairs and saw her naked brother, all sense would be forgotten once again.
 
When Brady finally returned to Amanda's bed, she was gone. He breathed a small sigh of relief, but at the same time, his mind began to race with the possibilities of where she'd gone to and why. He thought maybe she'd just needed to go to the restroom and had decided to go down the hall, but when he checked, she wasn't there. Was she feeling the same confusion and mixed emotions that he was, or had she merely gone downstairs for something to drink?

Deciding that he couldn't take a chance that Amanda was upset, Brady found his boxers and slipped them on, then headed downstairs to look for her. He found her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, a glass of juice in her hand. She looked like she was deep in thought.

"You okay, sis?" Brady asked, trying to sound at least somewhat casual as he walked up behind her and put a hand on the small of her back.
 
Amanda stood with a jolt, pulling away from her brother. "I'm fine. I needed an asprin." she mumbled. His touch felt like fire on her back. She'd ruined everything between them. Her pussy was still sore, and she could still feel his cum drying on her skin. "Are you okay?" she looked up at him, drinking another sip of the juice. Then she looked down at his boxers, and licked her lower lip. He had just been inside her. And now he was hiding himself from her.

But so was she. They were both obviously uncomfortable and weren't going to talk about it. "Got any plans today?" she asked.
 
Brady knew that he shouldn't avoid the obvious awkwardness between he and Amanda, he knew that he should insist that they talk about what had happened, but it was much easier to tell himself that than it was to actually do it. He held his breath for a moment as he considered what to say, his hand dropping away from his sister's back.

"I hadn't really thought about it," he finally said, his breath and words coming out in a rush, making it sound unintentionally like he was irritated. "I probably need to mow the yard. Maybe clean the pool," Brady added, doing his best to sound casual.

He stood for a moment longer, unsure what he should do, or what he wanted. He didn't know how to explain to Amanda what he was feeling or thinking. How could he explain that he didn't regret what had happened? She knew something was bothering him, but she couldn't know that the one thing that bothered him the most was the fact that he couldn't have stopped himself even if he'd wanted to. The desire he'd felt for her had been all consuming. Overwhelming to the point of madness. That feeling of powerlessness was frightening.

"Are you coming back to bed?" he finally asked, reaching up to tug on the back of her t-shirt.
 
Amanda looked up at her brother, wondering what was going through his mind. He seemed annoyed...almost exasperated. What had she done to make him so put off?

"Yeah, I could help you with the pool maybe?" she shrugged, trying to match how casual he was acting. "Definitely not the lawn." she laughed, "If I even stay around today." she ran her fingers through her hair nervously.

He tugged the back of her t-shirt unexpectedly, and she melted at his words and his touch. Amanda nodded, biting her lower lip and tilting her body towards her brother. "Okay." she smiled shyly. "Let's go."
 
Well, at least she's not totally disgusted at the thought of being with me, Brady told himself as he followed Amanda out of the kitchen. Maybe there's a chance that we can make this work, he thought. As they moved toward the staircase, a slight flutter of nervousness and excitement gripped his stomach at the thought of returning to bed with his sister. Were they just going to fall asleep together or would the same desire that had overwhelmed them before return when they climbed back into the bed together?

As Brady followed Amanda up the stairs, he found his attention drawn to the sight of her tight, little ass and her toned thighs. The desire he'd felt before was quickly building again, memories of the passion they'd shared just a short while ago fueling his arousal. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, his erection had returned, his hardened cock pressing against the front of his boxers. Brady took hold of his sister's hand and led her into the bedroom.

Not waiting to see whether she planned to wear her shorts and t-shirt to bed, Brady slipped his underwear off, the moonlight streaming through the window making it possible for her to see his arousal before he climbed onto the bed. Lying on his back, he looked up at Amanda, waiting for her to join him.
 
Amanda entered the bedroom, leaving her clothes on as she crawled in bed with Brady. "You're cute." She whispered. "And I love you." She snuggled up to him, curling her legs around his. "This is just really, really fucked up. What...happens now? What...happens when you go back to college? We can't...date." She was rambling on and on now. "I'm sorry. I'm thinking out loud."

Amanda felt like she'd scare him off, so she shut up, closing her eyes.
 
Brady was a complete mess as he lay in the bed, his sister curled up against his body. His head ached with the stress of trying to answer the questions that pounded relentlessly into it. Not just the questions that Amanda had asked, but a million more of his own, too. In contrast, his body was reacting to the feel of his sister's body against his, without hesitation, her leg draped over his, her hand on his chest, her head against his shoulder. He almost felt ashamed at just how aroused he was, his thick member standing at attention...and at how sure he was that all of those nagging questions that he couldn't answer would disappear in an instant if he turned over and did what he wanted to Amanda. They would be drowned out by the desire he felt.

Amanda had grown quiet too, and finally, Brady turned his head and looked at his sister. Her eyes were closed, but he was pretty sure she wasn't asleep. Barely moving, he lifted his lips to her forehead, pressing them against her skin softly. "I love you, too. And I don't have all of the answers, fuck, I don't have any of the answers. I wish I did," he whispered.

Not necessarily expecting a response, Brady turned his gaze back toward the cieling and closed his eyes. Even as he lay there, wondering if there was any thing he could do to keep this from all ending in disaster, he let his hand slide down Amanda's back until it rested in the small of her back, his fingertips at the top of her ass, brushing against the top of her panties.
 
Amanda felt terrible as she cuddled with her brother. They had changed everything. No matter what they decided, things would NEVER be the same between them. And she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. When it had all started, she'd been happy to think she could have her big brother all to herself and that he would be the only guy she'd have...but now she wondered if that was practical or if she was being a complete nut. Yet her body ached for him; desired him greatly. All she wanted was to feel him pounding inside her again!

The other half of her, however, wanted to get the hell out of there. She didn't feel devastated herself, but she felt like she would destroy his chance to have a successful future with relationships. He would feel terrible if he thought he'd messed his kid sister up or took away her virginity. She didn't know how she could express her thoughts to him or her concern for him. "I know." Was all she replied, looking up at the ceiling. She felt his hand brush her back and the top of her ass, and she bit her lower lip again, glancing down.

Her eyes landed on his hard dick, and it was all she could do not to lean down and suck it. She wanted to. Almost every cell of her body wanted her to. Her lips parted, her tongue darted out and slicked against the bottom one. She was almost panting. "Brady." she whispered, not meeting his gaze, her eyes fixated on his hard, beautiful dick. "Don't do this to me!"
 
Amanda's whispered words were so soft, Brady initially thought it was just his imagination. When he realized that she had spoken, he felt his heart skip a beat and his stomach twist painfully. His first thought was that he should get up and leave her alone. She was practically begging him not to touch her, wasn't she? He hesitated for a moment, trying to decide if she could have meant something else, but his mind seemed locked in. She obviously was regretting what had happened between them...

"I'm sorry, Amanda," he finally said as he started to pull his arm from beneath her. "I shouldn't have...I don't know what to say...I'm gonna go."
 
Amanda was overcome with desire as her brother tried to get up, and she pushed her palm into his chest hard. She forced him to lay back down and did what she'd been wanting to since she got into bed. Before either of them could say anything else, her mouth was wrapping around his cock and her hand was sliding down his hard chest to his stomach, caressing his abs. "Mmmm." she moaned, her mouth moving downwards, taking him into her throat. She moaned again, vibrations tingling through his body as a result.

Her other hand tightened around the base of his cock, and as she pulled her mouth up to suck the head of his dick, her hand slid up to grip the more sensitive part of his shaft, "God, this is all your fault." she whispered, all while sucking his cock expertly, licking around the head firmly. "All your fault." she engulfed him once again in her warm, wet mouth, sucking hard.
 
Brady grunted as he felt Amanda's hand on his chest, forcing him onto his back again. He started to push her away, to insist that they needed to take a step, or ten back, but before he could do anything, Amanda's lips were wrapped around his cock and whatever resistance he had been about to mount simply dissolved.

He could hear her moaning as she took him deeper into her throat, he could feel her moaning against his cock. Feeling his sister's free hand move to his shaft, and start to work its way up, Brady groaned with pleasure, his own hands moving down to the back of her head, his fingers slipping into her hair.

This time when she whispered that it was all his fault, Brady didn't care. All that mattered was that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. That was enough for him at that moment. As he felt Amanda's tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock, Brady whispered her name softly. His cock was throbbing now, pulsing with desire...desire for his sister...
 
Amanda pushed his hands out of her hair, but before he could protest, she quickly crawled over him so that her head stayed in exactly the same position, but her pussy was over his face. In one swift motion, she pulled her panties and shorts off. She looked back at him for only a moment, and then he grabbed her hips, and she pushed her pussy onto his mouth. Still silent, she picked up right where she left off, her tongue against the head of his dick and her hand around him.

The other hand reached between his legs to cup and massage his balls firmly. In this moment, she didn't care about anything. Right now, Brady wasn't her brother. He was just a hot guy who wanted her body as much as she wanted his, and the hardness throbbing in her mouth made that obvious. She let him slide all the way into her throat until her nose was against him. "Mmmmf." she moaned, grinding her pussy into his face, "Mmmm." she started to bob up and down, slowly at first.
 
When Brady realized what Amanda was doing, he quickly shifted his body so that she could straddle his face, his hands gliding up her thighs to her tight ass. Then her pussy was pressing down against his face and he was desperately licking her with his tongue, teasing her clit first, then licking her lips before plunging between them to taste her sweet juice. He breathed deeply, taking in the scent of her, letting it fuel his desire.

He groaned against his sister's pussy when he felt her teasing his balls. It always drove him crazy when a girl did that, but for some reason it felt even more amazing when Amanda did it. Then she deepthroated his swollen cock and he responded by spanking her ass and then pulling her pussy even tighter against his face.
 
Amanda moaned, grinding her hips into him hard. She loved it when a guy teased her clit and focused on her whole pussy, rather than just focusing solely on the clit. "God yes." she whimpered, sliding her mouth up his shaft. "Brady, mmmm!" she exclaimed, rubbing her pussy against his mouth and tongue.

He was back in her throat again and her hands had found her balls once more, when she felt the slap on her ass. Brady grabbed her thighs, pulling her pussy into his face and she moaned loudly around his dick. She could feel her orgasm approaching, this position always did her in quickly, but she wanted to make him come, too! She sucked and licked, moaning as her throat squeezed around him. She rubbed and teased his balls firmly now, but not too hard. She knew exactly what he liked and how to please him.
 
Brady was still stunned that just a handful of moments before he'd been ready to get up and walk out of the room, sure that Amanda wanted him to go away, and now she was on top of him, her mouth bobbing up and down on his rigid cock as he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue wriggling into her folds. It was impossible to understand, but all that mattered was that it was happening.

He gave his sister's ass a firm squeeze as he dragged his tongue from her clit, down through her slick slit, into the crack of her ass, and ending with a soft bite of one butt cheek before returning back down to her pussy. As he flicked his tongue against Amanda's clit again, Brady slipped a hand from her ass, down to her pussy, pushing a finger into her folds.

"Fuck!" he moaned as his cock throbbed in response to the way she was working his balls. He could already feel another massive climax teetering close.
 
Amanda whimpered as her brother nibbled, licked and sucked at her pussy. His hands were firm on her ass and his tongue rigid in her hole, and around it as he pleasured her. She didn't know if she could stand it for much longer, her body was coursing with electricity and pleasure. Amanda wanted to come so desperately, she had started to move her pussy back and forth on his face harder and faster, her hands on his balls gripping more firmly.

She sucked him harder, deeper into her throat, unable to do much more as she struggled not to fall over the edge of her orgasm. "MMMMMM!" What could be heard of her scream vibrated through her throat and around his dick as she squeezed her muscles tight, willing her body not to give in yet. She knew if her brother told her to come...said anything dirty to her...she wouldn't be able to hold back. His voice was like a command channel straight to her pussy. She dripped juices all over his tongue and lips as she writhed on him, every ounce of her struggling not to come.
 
Even as Brady noticed his sister begin to grind her pussy against his face, her hips rocking back and forth, he began to lift his hips, thrusting his cock up into her mouth as she continued to blow him. And each time he felt the swollen, purpled head slip to the back of her throat he moved closer to a powerful orgasm. And each time he lifted his hips up, thrusting into his sister's mouth, the next thrust came quicker and more insistent, forcing his cock between her lips.

"Oh, fuck! Amanda!" Brady said, pulling his mouth from her pussy and replacing it by burying two fingers deep inside of her. "I'm gonna cum...fuck..." he jammed his fingers in and out of her cunt furiously.

"I want you to cum too," he said urgently as he continued to thrust his hips upward. "When you feel me cum, I want you to cum in my face!"
 
Amanda moaned, unable to hold back anymore as her brother fingered her hard and fast, his fingers reaching in deep. "Mmmmmmmm!" she sucked hard, rubbing his balls deftly in her nimble fingers. "Mmmm,Brady." she mumbled around his dick, sending even more vibrations through her throat.

She thrust her hips downwards, writhing all over his fingers and face, coming hard. Her saliva was getting all over his dick as she panted around him, enjoying the thrusts he was making, forcing his dick into her throat.
 
Brady didn't slow the thrust of his fingers or the flicker of his tongue, even as he felt Amanda's hips press down and her thighs quivering against the sides of his face. He knew from the way she writhed atop his body, her pussy gushing, that she was coming, and that realization was enough to push him over the edge of his own climax. Cum pumped from the head of his cock, shooting into his sister's mouth and throat as he finally stopped thrusting his hips upward.

"Amanda!" he groaned as another burst of cum exploded from his dick into Amanda's face and he shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm. Then another burst of cum, and another shudder as he gripped his sister's ass tightly and licked her pussy again.
 
Amanda was starting to come, thrusting hard against her brother's face as she felt the orgasm throughout her entire body, her nipples hard against him. She moaned out as she pulled back, swallowing the cum he was shooting into her mouth and throat. Her mouth filled up and she barely managed to swallow, some dripping down her chin as she was still shuddering with her orgasm. "Oh my god, oh my god, fuck, fuck me, oh my god." she whimpered, as her brother was still sucking and licking her, drawing out her orgasm.

She giggled as a couple bursts of cum hit her in the face, wiping them off. "Stopppp, I'm sensitive." she said, crawling off of him and laying down next to him, breathing hard.
 
Even after Amanda started to squirm off of him, complaining that she was sensitive, Brady teased her clit with one last flick of his tongue, laughing at the way she shivered in response. Then she released his spent member and crawled off of him, lying next to him again, curled up against his body.

"That was...nice," Brady said, his breath still ragged. Reaching down to place his hand beneath Amanda's chin, he tilted her face up to meet his kiss, which was soft and deep.
 
Amanda squirmed from his kiss. Even though she had fully initiated and enjoyed what they'd shared together, after her orgasm, she felt exhausted. "Yeah...it was. I'm sleepy, though." she laughed. "I'm going to go to sleep, okay? You don't have to. But I'm really exhausted."

She closed her eyes, resting against the pillow, pulling the sheet up against her body. "Sometimes I wish I'd get a call from mom that you're not really my brother...that one of us was adopted. Then this would be okay."
 
"Yep, I know what you mean," Brady responded, his voice barely audible. Amanda was right of course, what they'd done was wrong, and there was no way they were going to get out of it, short of a miracle. At first, the idea of finding out that she wasn't really his sister seemed perfect. Then all the guilt and anxiety would be gone. But the more Brady thought about it, the more he realized that it wouldn't make him any happier. He loved Amanda because she was his sister. He didn't want to lose his sister, even if it meant he was gaining a lover. And more than that, he knew, deep down inside, the attraction he felt toward Amanda was driven, at least in part, because she was his sister.

It was a sobering thought, thinking that he had been attracted to her because she was his sister rather than despite the fact she was his sister. As he lay there, Amanda's warm body next to his, Brady found himself unable to sleep. He glanced over at his sister, wondering if she was still awake, but it appeared she wasn't having the same problem he was.

After another twenty minutes of wrestling with his guilt, Brady carefully extracated himself from Amanda's arms and pulled on a pair of pants. He made his way downstairs and flopped down on the couch, flipping the TV on. After ten minutes of watching infomercials, Brady stalked over to the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of tequila. Maybe I can drink myself to sleep, he thought, as he poured himself a shot.
 
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