The Amulet: A Blessing or A curse

Grabbing the sleeping bag, I followed Bree outside. While she climbed in I secured the bag then stood there for a few seconds just staring at the shack. The knowledge that my sister and I had sex inside it weighed on my mind. I couldn't help but wonder how our relationship would be changed by the experience. Releasing a sigh, I climbed into the driver's seat and fired up the jeep.

Glancing at Bree, I asked, "Ready?"

Without looking at me she nodded.

The sun crested over the hills behind us by the time we reached the old bridge and dried-up stream. A quick survey of the stream bed showed signs of mud but no water. I knew the only way we were going to cross was to power through, so I drove along the edge until I found a spot where both banks had a gradual incline. Lining up the nose of the jeep I told Bree to hold on and floored it. With the oversized tires we made it across but both of us were covered in mud by the time we reached the other side. Once back on track I followed the old path. I was fairly sure our previous tracks were gone because of the rain, so I just drove along until the path we were on intersected with a larger road. It was graveled and well maintained. Pointing the jeep in the general direction of the blacktop we'd came in on I drove at a steady pace until we hit the highway. The silence between us was unnerving.

It was nearing ten-thirty in the morning by the time we pulled into our driveway. Before the jeep came to a complete stop Bree hopped out and ran inside, leaving me sitting there wondering if she was feeling as confused as I was. The thought that my sister and I had sex, with each other, kept playing through my brain as I unloaded our stuff. Oddly, I found myself getting aroused by the thought. Another thought popped into my brain as I hosed the mud off the jeep. Would our relationship be changed, or damaged, by what had happened, or would we be able to salvage what we'd always had? The awkwardness between us this morning had me a little worried that Bree might not be able to handle the taboo aspect of our indiscretion. I on the other hand had no doubt that I could; simply because I wanted it to happen again. Rolling up the hose, I went inside.

Our house is one of those farmhouses built in the forties or so, with all the bedrooms upstairs. There is a fairly good-sized front room, a modest guest bathroom, and a huge kitchen/dinning room downstairs. Dad had remolded the kitchen a while back, leaving only the large sturdy table as the only relic in the place. Upstairs were three bedrooms, there used to be four, but dad had combined his and another to form a master suite. He also remolded the upstairs bathroom adding twin sinks and a huge glassed-in shower for Bree and I to use.

I didn't see Bree anywhere, so I headed upstairs for a much-needed shower. After undressing in my room, I piled my filthy clothes, especially the cum stained t-shit, into the hamper and walked down the hall to the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around my waist. Refreshed from my shower I stepped out of the bathroom only to have the wonderful smell of frying bacon assault my nostrils. Throwing on a pair of boxers, I headed downstairs, my stomach grumbling.

Entering the kitchen, I was immediately struck by how much Bree looked like mom standing at the stove. Pausing in the doorway, I just stood there and admired the view. She had her back to me and was wearing a man's white button-down shirt with the long sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the shirt's tail hitting mid-thigh. If it weren't for her curls I would've thought it was mom for sure.

As if she sensed my presence she said, "Make yourself useful and butter the toast."

While we worked side by side I could still feel the awkwardness from earlier hanging in the air. I didn't know what to say to break it. I buttered the toast and placed it on the table just as Bree brought over two plates with bacon and eggs on both. I'm sure I broke my record for wolfing down my food; the loud ensuing belch testimony to how good it had tasted. Glancing at Bree I noticed she hadn't eaten much. Instead, she just stared at her plate and idly pushed her food around with her fork. Taking my plate to the sink I then returned to the table and pulled out the chair next to her. Once the chair was facing her I sat and reached over and placed the tips of my fingers gently on her forearm.

"Can we talk Sis?"

"Yeah...I think we should," she softly replied without looking up.

Sliding my hand down her arm I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Listen...I know what happened between us is pretty weird, but it happened. We can't change that. But I don't want it to drive a wedge between us. I love you Bree, and I always will, no matter what."

Turning sideways in her chair, she stared deeply into my eyes for a few seconds, then got up and straddled my lap. She placed her arms over my shoulders and leaned into me. The feel of her warm breath against my neck, and her hot flesh touching my thighs had chills running up and down my spine. Embracing her I pulled her tighter against my chest. We stayed this way, without speaking, for some time.

"I love you too, Lee," she finally whispered.

"So, we're good?" I whispered back.

Chuckling, she said, "Yeah, we're good little brother."

Sighing with relief I said, "I'm glad. Now we can put this behind us and start fresh."

Leaning her upper body back and placing her hands on my shoulders, she gazed into my eyes and said, "Oh hell no. I don't want to put it behind us, I want us to do it again."

The sudden shifting of her weight made me very conscious that our crotches were touching. She was sitting directly on my cock, a fact that hadn't registered on my brain until now. It also registered on my cock at the same time. I could feel myself start to harden.

"B-But I thought you said it was weird?" I managed to croak out, my hands sliding down her sides to come to rest on the luscious curves of her hips.

"It was weird, and so very wrong. Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to fuck each other. But it was also fantastic. While you were in me I never felt so alive, it was like every fiber of my being was stimulated. And the orgasms...WOW! I didn't know I could cum that many times in a row. Didn't you feel it too?"

Her enthusiasm was contagious. I knew exactly what she was talking about because I'd felt it too.

Wide-eyed, I exclaimed, "I thought it was just me. I figured it was so good because it was forbidden, you being my sister and all."

Cocking her head as if in thought, she said, "Yeah, I suppose the taboo nature of it could have helped intensify the pleasure."

"Well personally, I don't care what made it so good. Having sex with you was the greatest experience I've ever had. But I do have one question," I told her.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Did we have sex more than once? I'm only asking because this morning you said you wanted to feel me in you again. So, am I missing something here? Did we fuck more than once?"

Her answer was, "Yes...and no."

Confused by her answer, I said, "I don't follow."

Blushing slightly, she replied, "I did...you didn't."

The blank look on my face must have told her I still didn't understand what she was talking about.

Her blush deepened as she sheepishly said, "I...sorta raped you last night."

"How do you sort of rape someone?"

"Um, after you laid down and passed out, I stayed up for a bit and finished off the bottle. While I was sitting there you rolled onto your back and kicked the covers off. You might have been passed out, but your cock wasn't, because you had the loveliest erection I've ever seen. I could actually see the veins in your penis throb. Before I knew what was happening I was straddling you with your cock inside me."

As she talked my hands slid from her hips onto the bare flesh of her outer thighs. Gently I began to caress her skin, my hands slowly creeping upwards until they rested back on her hips. She must have noticed the pleased look on my face as I discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. With a crooked smile she started unbuttoning her shirt, her eyes never leaving my face. As soon as the second button came undone I could see the amulet nestled in her cleavage, the red eye at the center drawing my eyes to it. I saw the color darken with each new button being opened. By the time Bree had all of them undone, the center stone had turned a deep crimson in color, and my cock was a raging mass of rock-hard meat, throbbing with a life of its own.

"You're gorgeous, Bree," I stammered, my hands slowly traveling up to cup her firm, ripe tits.

Bree reached down, cupped my face in her hands, and tugged my vision away from her lovely, stiff nipples. Next she slowly lowered her face until her lips gently touched mine. We both shuddered from the contact. Our first real kiss was nothing short of amazing; tender, yet full of the promise of things to come. As our lips lingered I slid my hands upward and pushed her shirt from her shoulders. Straightening her arms, she allowed it to slip off and fall to the floor.

Leaning back and thrusting out her breasts, a warm smile on her face, she asked, "This better?"

Better? I couldn't imagine it getting any better. What could be better than having two lush, firm breasts right in front of your face? Just as I brought my lips to her right nipple I found out that things could get better. Bree started slowly rubbing her crotch against mine, trapping the length of my cock between her outer cunt lips. Placing my hands on her hips I began to help her slide along my boxer covered cock.

"Mmm, that's nice," Bree hissed as my tongue flicked across first one nipple, then the other.

The more I ran the tip of my tongue against her nipples, the harder they became. Soon her areolas were crinkled and tight. Capturing her left tit in my mouth I began to softly caress her nipple with the flat of my tongue, eliciting little squeals of delight from her. When I repeated this on her other breast, her movements with her crotch picked up. The more I sucked, the harder she ground her cunt against my cock. It wasn't long before I felt the moisture from her pussy begin to soak the front of my boxers.

"Fuck me, Leroy," she groaned as she pushed her tit harder against my lips.

Sliding my hands down until they were under her ass, I stood, my lips still clamped on her nipple. Once I was upright I turned and placed her on top of the table, sliding my hands under the back of her thighs and pulling them apart. With my foot I reached back and hooked the leg of the chair then drew it close enough for me to sit down. Bree leaned back and propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes following my every move. Once I sat down I gazed between her thighs and saw the most delicious looking, and wettest pussy I'd ever seen. Her lightly furred outer lips were puffy, and her inner labia were swollen and glistening with moisture. There was so much fluid leaking out of her it was running down the crack of her ass. I was so awestruck by the sight before me, I just sat there and stared. Until her scent hit my nostrils.

The rich, musky, intoxicating smell of her dripping pussy wafted up from between her legs and assaulted my senses, causing my cock to swell even more than it already was. I had wanted to eat her with some degree of finesse, to pleasure her slowly, but the heady aroma pouring from her drew me in like a moth to a flame. All restraint on my part vanished into thin air. My nostrils flared as I ripped my eyes from her heavenly beauty and glanced upwards, while slowly lowering my mouth toward her soaked slit. She had a look of wonderment plastered on her face, her eyes wide, her lips pinched together, as she watched my face get closer and closer to her steaming cunt. Our eyes locked together just as the tip of my tongue slid past the puffy outer lips and parted the pink petals of her swollen labia.

Bree's eyelids fluttered rapidly, and she hissed, "Ohhhhhh Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!"

I guided her thighs until they were resting on top of my shoulders as my tongue dipped between the slick petals of her slit. A tremor rippled through her inner thighs as she clamped them a little tighter against the sides of my head. The instant my tongue burrowed deeper into her hot hole I knew I was hooked. Her taste was unlike any I'd ever tasted before; sweet, yet tangy at the same time. I couldn't seem to get enough of it. Pushing my whole face into her wet crotch I began to feast upon her succulent juices like a man starved. Bree's thighs pressed tighter around my head when I retracted my tongue from her velvety tunnel and used my lips to suck in both of her inner lips. I continued to watch her face as I gently bathed her lips, alternating between licking them and sucking them a little harder each time. Her face contorted this way and that, her forehead knotting, her lips pinched tightly together. A shudder caused her to jerk when I ran my tongue up through the entire length of her slit, starting at her rosebud and ending with the tip of my tongue nudged against her engorged clit. When the flat of my tongue drug over her sensitive bud she let out a gasp and stared wide-eyed at me, a look of astonishment on her face.

"If you keep that up, you're going to make me cum," she moaned.

I couldn't help but smile because that was exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to make her explode in blissful ecstasy. To cum better than any orgasm she'd ever had before. Trapping her clitoris with my lips I clamped down on it and began to run the tip of my tongue roughly all around the sensitive bud. Her thighs tightened even more around my head and her ass started to lift from the table as I manipulated her clit into a frenzy of arousal. When I reached up and began to tweak her stiff nipples, she let out a soft moan and lay back on the table. With a moan of my own I began to really ravage her pussy with my mouth, slurping up as much of her juices as I could. Bree's hips began to buck wildly when I started running my tongue deep into her slit, slowing only long enough to jab the tip of it deep into her entrance, before capturing her clit once more. I knew she was at the edge of exploding when her thighs clamped so forcefully on my head I thought it would pop. Inwardly smiling I sucked her clit up into my mouth while slipping two fingers into her steaming cunt.

"Oh shit! Fuck me Leroy...fuck me NOW!" she screamed as her juices lubricated my fingers.

Pushing her thighs off my shoulders I stood, the backs of my knees scooting the chair backwards, and frantically yanked my soaked boxers down. I was so hard my cock sprang free and slapped against my stomach. Grasping it by the base with one hand I guided the bloated purple knob to my sister's cunt and found her saturated entrance. My mind was finding it hard to believe that the prick I was about to insert into Bree's wet pussy was actually mine. I'd never seen it as long and thick as it was now. In my lust addled mind I wasn't even sure it would fit inside her. I was wrong though, it slid into her soaking tunnel as if it had been sucked in. Before I had time to register that I was actually in, I was balls deep.

"Damn you're huge," she breathed out as her cunt walls clamped around my shaft so tightly I was barely able to move.

"God that feels so fucking good," I groaned, the muscles in her pussy pulsating around my shaft causing an endless wave of pleasure to course through me.

Propping herself back up on her elbows she said, "I want to watch."

Reaching out I took her by the hands and helped get her into a sitting position so she could look down and see my cock slide in and out of her pussy. Once she was ready I slowly withdrew until just the head was in her. This movement caused her to let out a small hiss. When I pushed back in she let out an even louder hiss. Placing her hands on my shoulders I then slid my hands under her knees and held her legs open so we could both watch. For several minutes I slowly slid in and out, amazed how wet my shaft was each time I pulled out.

"You feel bigger than last night. Go faster please," Bree said, her fingernails digging a little into my shoulders.

I did feel bigger. As I watched my cock going in her I had this weird thought that somehow my cock had grown. It didn't look like it was the same length as before. In the back of my mind I chalked that up to fantasy. Just wishful thinking. Putting those kinds of thoughts away I strove to fulfill Bree's request. If she wanted faster, then faster she would get. Gradually I increased the speed of my thrusts while still maintaining full strokes.

"Yeah, now you're getting it," she cooed.

Pleasure raced through me as my thrusts gradually grew more forceful. It wasn't long before I was hammering into her pussy like a mad man, each new thrust causing the table to slide a little on the floor. Pushing Bree down onto her back I raised her legs until her ankles were resting on my shoulders. Next I locked my hands on the top of her thighs and really began to slam my cock inside her, the sounds of my balls slapping against her wet ass echoing in the large room. Even with me holding her in place the table continued to slide on the floor. Faster, harder I plowed into her; my face dripping sweat like a leaking faucet. It was at this time I learned something about my sister.

Bree's hands were gripping the edge of the table as she raised her head and stared wide-eyed at me before snarling, "Fuck...shit...pound my pussy with that big fucking cock!"

I had no idea my sister was so vocal when getting fucked. I liked it! With a renewed vigor I slammed roughly into her soaking hole, driving my cock as far into her as possible. Soon her ass began to flop up and down on the table and I could feel the walls of her cunt rippling around my shaft. I could also feel the tell-tale signs of my approaching orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum Bree," I huffed.

Bree still had her head raised, but her eyes were closed. I watched as her face turned red, the veins in her forehead and neck popping out.

"Do it! Do it now!" she screamed just as her cunt tightened around my shaft.

"Fuck!" I growled as wave after wave of cum squirted into Bree's clasping cunt. The force of my orgasm was so strong I almost blacked out. Unable to hold myself up I leaned forward and lay my head between her heaving breasts, her legs sliding from my sweaty shoulders to hang limply over the side of the table.

I don't know how long we lay like that, five minutes, ten minutes, or more, I just wasn't sure. I lost track of time as I listened to her heart pound wildly in her chest. I could also hear the occasional plop as a wad of our juices slipped from her overflowing cunt and dropped to the floor. A real large plop sounded when my cock finally deflated enough to slide out of her hot tunnel.

Bree finally broke the silence.

"My God...that was..."

"Amazing," I finished.

"Exactly," she breathed.

Once I felt I could trust my legs to hold me up I raised my head from her chest only to find the amulet was stuck to my forehead. Reaching up I peeled it from my skin and lay it gently back between her still heaving breasts. Bree let out a series of giggles when I was finally upright.

"What's so funny?" I asked, unsure if her giggling had anything to do with what we'd just done.

Still giggling, she pointed at my face and said, "You're branded."

With my left hand I reached up and ran the tips of my fingers across my forehead. I could feel the indentation where the amulet had been. On shaky legs I walked over and sat in the chair I'd used earlier, noticing the table had moved at least five feet from its original resting place.

With a grunt Bree sat up causing more fluids to leak out of her saturated pussy and drop to the floor. I just sat there and stared at the growing pool of spooge, while my mind tried to comprehend how insane what we'd just done was. A brother and sister were not supposed to have sex together. It was wrong. But I didn't care about that. What I'd just had was by far the best sex of my life. I had no idea that my sister was such a good fuck. Hell, she was more than a good fuck, she was a great fuck. Probably the best I'd ever have. My reverie was broken when she spoke.