The more she thought about following in her mother's footsteps, the more Amy's mind kept tripping over the boy who increasingly seemed the logical choice to fuck her. Finally it boiled down to one question.
"Why not?" Amy asked herself.
Yes, she reasoned, if her mother could do it, then she could too. It just made too much sense not to keep it all in the family.
"He's mine. Mine, all mine," Amy said confidently, definite she could steer her Mr. Right straight into her pants once she started working her new supply of magic on him.
It was dawn when she'd reached this unshakable conclusion. And so, to celebrate the fate she'd determined for herself, she finally dropped off for a hour or so of sleep. But it wasn't rest Amy was after and, when the alarm went off for school, she woke up coming.
Stevie Winslow dragged into the house, his book-bag feeling like it weighed a ton. Or maybe it was just the whole world seeming to be on his narrow shoulders. He was down, really down. And as is so often the case for a boy his age, a girl who looked like an angel but turned out to be a bitch was the reason.
"She didn't have to laugh at me when I asked for a date," Stevie recalled, feeling totally rejected.
He should've known better, he guessed. No chick who was really sharp would want to have anything to do with him. They all thought he was a wimp, and when he was as down on himself as this he really couldn't blame them. Skinny, short, freckle-faced and needing glasses to see anything, Stevie Winslow knew full well that he looked like everybody's kid brother instead of the stud he wanted to be.
"Damn, I hate myself sometimes," he sputtered, recklessly flinging his glasses away as a symbol of his frustration.
Almost immediately Stevie regretted his rash action. For without his glasses he was practically blind, and now he had to stumble around to try and find them. He could be here all afternoon crawling around on his hands and knees.
"Looking for something?" Amy then called from the hall.
"My glasses, Sis," Stevie said. "Sure glad you turned out to be here. My glasses, uh, fell off… when I, uh, tripped."
"Oh, and I thought you lost your temper because of Sandi Bacon," Amy chuckled, naming the girl who'd dumped on Stevie at school.
"Okay, Sis, so what about it?" Stevie grumbled. "Just help me find my glasses, that's all."
"I already picked them up," Amy revealed. "You threw them so far I could've caught them out of the air if I'd gotten here a little quicker. Quite an arm you've got on you there, kiddo."
"Just hand 'em over, Sis."
"Not unless you're ready to make a trade. I want a little information," Amy said. "About Sandi Bacon and you."
"I'd rather go blind!"
"Aw, c'mon! It'll make you feel better to talk about it," Amy replied, her tone turning soothingly sincere. "Promise that I won't make fun of you. There's just a few things I'd like to know, that's all. Strictly between the two of us."
Reluctantly, Stevie agreed to go along, groping his way to the nearest chair. He was so helpless without his glasses that his sister was nothing more than a blur.
"All right, Sis, let's get this crap over with so I can see again," he said impatiently, speaking in her general direction. "What do you wanna know about that damned Sandi Bacon and me?"
Her voice as soft as her question was blunt, Amy asked, "Does she turn you on, Stevie?"
"I-I thought you weren't going to make fun of me!" he stammered.
"I'm not making fun, I'm serious," Amy evenly said. "Has she ever given you a hard-on?"
Stevie was now stunned speechless.
"Would you," Amy calmly continued, "like to fuck her?"
The truth was, of course, that Stevie was aching to fuck just about anybody who'd put out for him. Just as the truth was that so far this had never been even close to happening. But telling this to his own sister was something couldn't imagine doing.
Amy, however, had no problem reading his mind. "You're still cherry, aren't you, Stevie?"
Even without his glasses, Stevie thought he could see the red glow from his blushing face reflecting into his blinking eyes. Then he heard his sister's footsteps moving closer to him, like she was cornering him.
But Amy's tone was genuinely sympathetic. "Sorry you struck out with Sandi, Stevie, but you're not the only one. She's just a prick-teaser at best. A date with her would have been worse than being turned down because she'd have left you so frustrated. No, if you want to lose your cherry you'll have to find somebody else."
Then Amy paused, as Stevie started to squirm. He wouldn't have believed it of his own sister, but the things she was saying were starting to make the blood that had reddened his face start flowing directly to his twitching crotch.
"Maybe I can help you," Amy purred.
Somehow recovering his voice, Stevie gulped, "H-help me do what, Sis?"
"What else?" he was told with no nonsense. "Get laid."
"B-by who?" he gasped.
"Would it make that much difference?" Amy asked somewhere in front of him. "As long as she was pretty and nice? And just as horny for you as you are for her?"
What his sister was talking about at this point was Stevie's most desperate fantasy. A girl who was pretty, nice and horny for him – how many times had he jacked off imagining that she was out there somewhere, waiting for him to fuck her and fuck her?
"Th-this is killing me, Sis," Stevie blurted out.
"I know a girl just like that," Amy persisted. "I'll bet if I described her to you that your cock'd get as hard as it's ever been."
Stevie had nothing to lose. His cock was already like throbbing steel.
"Okay, tell me about her, Sis," he panted, on the edge of his chair.
"Well, the girl I have in mind," Amy said, "let's see, she's about five feet six. Weighs a hundred and ten pounds. She has blonde hair – uh, all over, if you know what I mean. And her tits aren't that big, but they're real nice."
"Wh-what else?" Stevie asked, eager for more information now. "What's her name?"
"I'll just give you her initials," Amy went on. "A.W. And a hint. She has a little tiny beauty mark under the left side of her mouth."
These last two details gave Stevie extra reason to wonder. For the description his sister had just given could have easily been of herself. He didn't know if he should say something about it or not.
"Sound familiar?" she asked, playfully yet pointedly.
"Kinda sounds like it could almost be… well, you, Sis," Stevie said.
"And what," Amy then cooed, "if it was?"
"Huh?"
"Here."
Amy had now handed Stevie his glasses. Nervously, he put them on, focusing on his sister, who was standing stark naked before him.
"Wh-what is this, Sis?"
"Just what it looks like, Stevie. I want you to fuck me."
"God… but you're my own sister…"
"That doesn't stop me from being horny for your cock, though. And I know how hard it is for me. I can see the bulge at your crotch. Bet you anything that if I took it out of your jeans and started sucking it, you'd come right away in my mouth."
Stevie was speechless again. And Amy was kneeling. Next, she'd unzipped his swollen fly and was reaching inside his pants. He felt her slender fingers grasping his rigid cock. Then he saw her pull it out into the open, lowering her face to get a better look.
"Not too big," Amy murmured, her warm breath caressing her brother's six or so throbbing inches. "But the same as my titties, real nice. Just the right size for me to get every bit of it into my mouth for a blow-job."
Now Amy took the plunge, getting her first taste of cock. She hadn't expected it to be this salty, but the tangy flavor suited her just fine. That was because it served to make her even thirstier for the jizz that she had planned on making her brother shoot down her throat.
Stevie, of course, had no way of knowing this was Amy's first blow-job ever. Considering how aggressive she was, he just assumed she was hardly any stranger to cock-sucking. Besides, even with his own utter lack of experience, he could still sense that the slurping number she was doing on his prick was second to none.
"Must've gone down on a lot of guys before me to get this good at giving head, huh, Sis?" he asked, using the key terms he'd heard around.
Amy didn't answer, too busy deep-throating Stevie's prick. Inside, however, she glowed with pride from being able to convince her brother that she was a veteran cock-sucker. Giving great head, she reasoned, just must be something that came naturally to her. Which wasn't surprising, considering who she had for a mother.
And now, Amy thought, for the payoff. She knew instinctively that it was on the verge of happening for she could feel her brother's cockhead flexing down her throat. In short, time to prime Stevie's pump just before he delivered the creamy goods.
She squeezed his balls and they hotly churned in reaction. Then Amy increased her suction on his prick.
"I'm coming!" Stevie blurted.
His cock erupted. There was a scalding torrent of jizz, but Amy swallowed it as fast as it spurted. It was, to her delight, even hotter and sweeter than she'd hoped it would be. She couldn't get enough. Indeed, when her brother's climax had eventually slowed to a dribble, Amy sucked even harder, trying to milk out every possible drop of cum.
"You got it all, Sis," Stevie said, "my cock's getting soft and it feels like I might piss or something if you don't quit."
When Amy heard this, it was less like her brother had warned her, as far as she was concerned, than he had issued her a dare. Would he really piss in her mouth if she kept sucking his prick? And if he did, would she be able to drink it the same as she had his jizz? It was, Amy realized, a challenge she couldn't resist.
"I'm telling you, Sis," Stevie stammered.
"If you don't let my cock out of your mouth, I won't be able to help what might happen."
Amy refused to obey. And now, gritting his teeth and groaning, her brother was desperately trying to hold back the tide rising within him.
"It's not my fault," he gasped. "I tried to warn you, Sis…"
Steve's crotch bucked against Amy's face like he was going to come again. But this time his cock was only semi-hard and it delivered a continuous stream instead of a series of spurts, watery and bitter rather than creamy and sweet. Piss! Hot, steaming piss! And Amy was greedily gulping it down the same as she had her brother's cum.
"God, Sis, you're really drinking it, aren't you?" Stevie said, in awe of Amy's bizarre behavior. "I never heard of anything like this!"
And here, abruptly releasing her brother's prick so the last of the piss ran down her tits, a gurgling Amy devilishly answered, "Some things you just make up as you go along."
By this point Stevie was spellbound, fascinated not only by what his sister had done so far but what she might do next. And whatever it turned out to be, he knew he was helplessly along for the whole ride.
"Wh-what now, Sis?" he anxiously quizzed.
"Simple," Amy answered. "We trade places. This time I do it in your mouth with my cunt."
Stevie licked his lips as his sister made him stretch out on the carpet. The next thing he knew he was looking up into drooling jaws of her blonde pussy as she knelt over his head.
"That's right," she called down to him. "I'm gonna sit on your face. And your tongue better be waiting to jam up my cunt as far as it can reach."
Stevie immediately had an oral hard-on, his tongue straining toward his sister's hovering pussy. Then down Amy came, her pussy setting flush against his brother's mouth.
"Now move your tongue inside my cunt," she urged. "Like a snake."
Hilted in her clutching cunt, Stevie's tongue began to squirm from tip to root. Amy squeezed back and she was wet, her pussy juice drenching her brother's tingling taste buds. But she was about to get even wetter.
"Thata boy," she said excitedly. "I'm already gonna… oh, yeah, come! Coming right now in your mouth, Stevie! Drink my cum, suck it right out of my coming cunt!"
Stevie feasted, his sister's orgasmic pussy juice oozing like honey down his throat. He was the same as Amy had been when she'd been swallowing his cum, couldn't get enough.
"Staying thirsty, huh?" she called down.
Stevie sucked in reply.
"Then drink this," she told him, giggling.
Then Amy bore down from within, her cunt spasming around Stevie's hilted tongue. And, with a moan signaling a new form of inner release, she forced her pussy to erupt with even hotter, wetter results than an orgasm alone could produce.
"Yes!" Amy cried. "Drink my piss! Sweetest piss you'll ever taste from any cunt, 'cause I'm still coming at the same time! Pissing and coming… coming and pissing! My cum and piss in your mouth, Stevie!"
Stevie's greedy suction mounted as he went after every drop of the sweet and sour mixture that his sister's cunt had to give. Finally Amy's golden shower had run its course, but she was still climaxing. And, as she did, she recognized her fresh hunger for another mouthful of Stevie's prick to go along with the way he was eating her pussy.
If Amy wanted to sixty-nine, she was in perfect position for it. Sitting on her brother's face, all she had to do was lean forward toward his crotch and there was his cock waiting for her, hard as a rock. Making her move, she went down on Stevie and once more orally fucked his six rigid inches with her cunt of a mouth.
Stevie had heard his share of locker room talk about sixty-nining but never, ever had he expected that he'd get lucky enough to try it himself. But now that he found himself locked into the magic number, it came so naturally he felt as though he'd been doing it all through high school.
The rhythm occurred with such ease, his cock in his sister's mouth and his tongue in her pussy moving to the same tempo. Then, in turn, there was the way Amy sucked and spasmed. She'd never stopped coming and in short order Stevie felt the rising tide in his loins, which meant that he was due to shoot his wad again.
Amy was well aware that her brother was on the verge of feeding her another load of his delicious jizz. By now, his cock was like an old friend to her. When its head flexed, as it now did in her throat, she knew that could mean only one wonderful thing – hot, spurting cum. This time, however, Amy didn't rely on added suction to milk her brother's prick. Instead, she surprised Stevie by replacing her mouth with her hand at the last minute. Then she jacked him off the rest of the way. When his bright-red cock erupted, his jizz splattered her waiting face at point-blank range.
"Mmmmmm, fabulous, fantastic!" Amy bubbled as her features were drenched from ear to ear. "Just wish there was enough of your cum, Stevie, so my whole body could take bath in it. So I could maybe even drown in it."
"Let me see how you look, Sis," Stevie said eagerly from below now that his latest batch of jizz had been spilled.
Amy's cunt eased off his mouth and she swiveled around above him, sitting astride his chest now. The grin she beamed down at Stevie wasn't just sticky, it sparkled.
"God, Sis," he said with boyish awe, "you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Amy cooed. "In fact, it'll get you exactly where you've never been before – all the way!"
Stevie gulped, "You mean?"
"Your cock's still hard, isn't it?"
"Almost like I haven't even come yet!"
"So what're we waiting for? Are you ready to lose your cherry or not?"
"What do you think, Sis?" Stevie rasped.
"I think," Amy said, "that you'd better fuck me right now or I'll just have to go ahead and rape you on my own!"