Amy And Robert Pt 03

Note: I am Australian and use UK English, the Oxford University Style Guide, and the European Union Guide for Translators - affects punctuation, like positioning of commas with regard to quote marks.

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The evening meal was over and the family were watching the news on television, with dad sitting in his favourite, recliner chair, mum in the other large, single, lounge chair, Amy and Robert sharing the three seater couch, as was their usual wont. The broadcast ended and the parents left the room to do things in his office and her kitchen, respectively, while Robert and Amy elected to stay and watch the 7.30 Report, before going upstairs to do their university homework.

It was Amy's custom, when watching TV, to either tuck her legs up under her on the couch, or stretch them out along the length of the couch, and if Robert was in the way it was not unusual for her to drape them over his lap, as she was doing now - nothing remarkable from their parent's point of view, but for the siblings there was a new found feeling of intimacy in this hitherto innocent act.

"I'd like to spin around and put my head in your lap, instead of my feet", she said, after her parents left, "but I guess we should keep our distance and not make it too obvious that things have changed between us."

"On the contrary", he replied, "Most people who get caught out in a secret affair do so because they do exactly that - change the way they interact with each other, thereby attracting others' attention and suspicions. As Hamlet's mother, Queen Gertrude, said,

'The lady doth protest too much, methinks'

. You've been following me around all your life, sitting on my lap, cuddling up when you're cold, and leaning against me when we're watching TV - you even got into bed with me one morning when you were cold. I know that was a few years ago, and was totally innocent - Mum certainly thought so when she came into the room and asked us when we were going to get up and do something useful. No, Amy, I think you should just continue to be your delightful, loving self and then they'll have not reason to think anything has changed. Obviously, it would be wise not to do anything

new

in front of them - of a boyfriend-girlfriend nature, I mean - but cuddling up on the couch in a

casual

way is something you have always done, so if you feel like it, do it. I know I'm cool with it, as I've always been. In fact, want to know a secret?"

"Yes please", she said with bright eyes, sitting up a little straighter to better hear the revelation.

"Well, as I say, you've always liked to cuddle, and while it was totally innocent on both sides for the first decade or so of our lives, since puberty I have actually enjoyed that sibling intimacy in a new and different way. As I said last night, whenever any lustful thoughts crept into my mind I tried to suppress them, because we are family, because of our religion, and out of respect for you as my sister, but I thought it was okay to enjoy the warm fuzzy feelings I was starting to have when you cuddled me, or when my hand was innocently resting on your hip while we listened to music or watched TV."

"Oh, Robbie, that's lovely and I am so glad you told me. Want to hear a secret of mine in return?"

"Sure", he replied with an amused smile.

"I've always loved my big brother in a sisterly, platonic way, but since puberty I've had an enormous crush on you. I found myself getting jealous when my school friends were talking about you, especially when they said things like they would give anything for you to ask them out on a date. Fancy being jealous of other girls perving on your brother! - but I was. I thought it was unfair that being your sister excluded me from the Robert Clifton fan club, and that I couldn't say the same things they were saying, without getting into trouble. Then last night happened, and I'm over the moon!"

He had a quick glance around the room to make sure they were still alone, smiled, and said, "Come here."

She quickly reversed her position so that her head and shoulders were on his lap and her feet at the other end of the couch, and said, "That's better. This is where I want to be."

"I'm enjoying it too", he said as she nuzzled her head in his lap. "If Mum or Dad come back just pretend to be more interested in what's happening on TV, than in me, and they won't even notice - it's not as if you haven't used me as a cushion in the past."

She smiled and gave his manhood another little rub with her cheek before focusing on the TV as her father passed through the room on his way to the kitchen. Robert just sat there with his arms spread on the back of the couch as he, too, looked at the screen. A few moments later both their mother and father re-entered the room.

"We're just going next door for a cuppa and a chat", said mother. "Won't be long."

"We'll probably be upstairs studying when you come back - see you then", said Robert and Amy just looked up at them and smiled, before going back to watching what was happening on the box.

As their parents walked down the path the the front gate their mother said, "Bert, we're so lucky to have such good children, aren't we."

"They're not children any more, my dear, but, yes, they are good kids, or responsible young adults now. What specifically did you mean?" he asked.

"So many of my friends complain about sibling rivalry and how it wears them down, but Amy and Robert have never had a fight that I know of, and always get on so well together. Amy adores her older brother and he obviously cares for her too, and has always looked after her. As I say, we're very lucky in that regard."

"Too true", said Bert as he opened the front gate for his wife.

Amy rolled onto her back, looked up at her brother, and said, "I wish they were going out for longer."

"Me too", he replied, as he looked down at his lovely sister, tousled her hair, and then casually fondled her breasts through her T-shirt. "... but they'll be home soon and we can't afford to take any risks."

"Not even a quickie?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

"I think I have unleashed a sexual tiger in my hitherto innocent, churchy, little sister", he said with a chuckle. "No, my love, but as we haven't had a private moment to talk today, either at uni or here at home, let's that. First ... I got the 'morning after pill' for you today and also the oral contraceptive pill - they're up in my room ... and, I'd love to know how you feel on this proverbial 'morning after' - obviously not traumatised after being fucked by your brother."

"Robbie! You've never used that sort of language before, certainly not in front of me."

"No, little one, but you're not just my innocent little sister any more, are you. Sorry if I offended you."

"You didn't - I was just surprised, that's all. In answer to your question, I feel wonderful;

it

was wonderful! My long time fantasy has been fulfilled; I love my brother even more than before; I feel like a woman now, not just a little girl; and the best thing is that I've enjoyed my right of passage, without having to worry about anyone finding out; without wondering if the guy who took my virginity really respects me and our secret; and without having any regrets or recriminations. What about you?"

"I feel very much the same way - and very liberated as well" he said.

"Liberated? - in what way?" she asked.

"Well, being very relaxed about touching you, for one thing", he said as he casually fondled her breasts. It's also liberating because I no longer have to suppress any lustful thoughts I have about you - I can now feel free to enjoy them ... and finally, because we have completed the circle: what was always a very caring and loving, fraternal relationship, has now become a complete relationship in every sense of the word."

"That's lovely, Robbie", she said. "I feel liberated too."

"Oh?" he said, amused. "How so?"

"Because I can now do things I couldn't even dream about before ... like this", and rolled over so she was facing his lap, undid his zipper, and fished out his fairly erect cock. "Don't worry, they can't come back without us hearing the gate squeak, or seeing them through the curtain."

He was going to object, but changed his mind as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth close over his member. Instead, he simply closed his eyes, rested his head against the back of the couch, and enjoyed her ministrations. After enjoying several delirious minutes of fellatio, he slid his hand down her back, inside the waist band of her skirt, and cupped most of her tiny bubble butt in his hand. Without missing a beat, as her head bobbed up and down on his now rampant erection, she obligingly moved closer to him so he could reach down between her cheeks to find and play with her womanhood. As he rubbed and probed her she did occasionally pause momentarily to groan or moan. When he located her vaginal entrance and slipped a finger inside he was a amazed at how wet and slippery she was. His previously angelic, innocent little sister had, indeed, been liberated, or maybe it was the sensual woman inside her that had been finally let out of the cupboard.

He manually brought her to orgasm. She arched her back for a moment, and then gripped him tight as her body jerked and twitched. When she regained a degree of control she said in and urgent voice:

"Oh, Robbie, that was amazing. I want to do the same for you; we've got time ... p-l-e-a-s-e!" and without waiting for an answer, she knelt over his lap, lifted her skirt, pulled her thong to one side, and guided him into her. Robbie was so high himself that he was incapable of objecting on the grounds of it being too dangerous, and hugged her tight as he marvelled at the wonder of being joined at the loins, one flesh! ... and the unbelievable physical feeling of her being impaled on his love rod, with him being so deeply inside her. Her tight, hot, wet, love tunnel was gripping him so strongly, that it sent him off explosively after she bounced in his lap just a few times. He gripped her tightly as he came, and then for reasons of comfort, and out of exhaustion, flopped sideways on the couch, so they ended up with him lying on his back, full length on the couch; her sitting on his mid section; his still rampant erection still deep insider her, still throbbing; and her grinning down at him.

Then, horror of horrors, they heard the front door open!

As their parents traversed the small entrance vestibule and entered the lounge room, it was Amy who took the initiative. There was no way she could dismount and leave Robert lying on his back with his pole pointing skywards. However, as it was, her skirt had fallen in an almost perfect circle, covering him from belly to knees, and it certainly concealed the fact that they were

doing it!

... all she had to do was to come up with a reason for sitting on him - something that their parents could believe. She grabbed a pillow and started laying into him with it. Robert didn't know what she was up to, but was prudent enough to go along with it, and after crossing his arms in front of his face to protect himself from the first few blows he grabbed the cushion from behind his head and retaliated. In no time a serious pillow fight was in progress complete with sound effects.

"Stop that!" barked their mother.

Their father asked, "What on earth is going on?" and then to his wife, "I thought you said they never fought?"

"We're not fighting", Robert reassured their parents, just before Amy landed another blow to his head while he was distracted.

"Yes we are!" Amy contradicted. "He was teasing me."

"What about?" asked their mother.

"It's complicated", Amy replied, "but it was to do with me going from and all girl's Catholic college to a co-ed university."

Robert got the gist of where she was going and decided that the best lies are the ones that are so close to the truth that you are less likely to contradict yourself and get caught out. "It was a misunderstanding. Amy was interested in how I got on with the girls in my classes and I wondered if she had her eye on some particular boy in her year group."

"Well, well ... and have you, Amy?" asked her mother, lightening up.

"Mum!" exclaimed Amy, "You're as bad as he is. NO! It's just that a lot of the girl's in my year came from co-ed high schools and

do

have boyfriends, and ... well ... I was just seeking the benefit of my big brother's wisdom on the matter, given that he has been at uni for two years longer than me."

Dad said, "Well, Amy, if you want to attract the attention of a nice young man one day you'll have to learn to behave like a young lady, and not beat your brother up when he makes a faux pas, like some teenage girl might. Now I suggest you get off him, settle your differences, and get on with your homework."

"Yes Dad", she replied, and her father left the room.

However, Amy didn't dismount, even though they had both felt Robert's member shrivel up and slip out of her. Even for a randy nineteen year old at his sexual peak, it's hard to maintain an erection when you have not only ejaculated, but have also been simultaneously sprung by your parents. Amy couldn't get off because there was still the matter of his open zipper and the fact that his still partly engorged penis was on the outside of his jeans - thank goodness she hadn't undone his belt and waist band button.

Mother said, "Do as your father says, both of you - kiss and make up and then get on with your homework. I'm going to make a cup of tea. Would you two like a tea or coffee to take up to your room?"

"Tea please", said Amy, and Robert added, "Coffee please, Mum."

"All right - I'll boil the kettle", and walked towards the kitchen. She called back over her shoulder, "And, Amy, get off Robert. It's not ladylike to be sitting astride your brother ... and I don't like to see my children squabbling."

When their mother left the room, Amy said, "Oops!" as she climbed off Robert, as he tucked his cock back into his underpants, and zipped up his flies. "Sorry, Robbie, that was all my fault. I'm still shaking when I think of how close we came to being caught."

"Hey, sis", he replied with a broad smile, "it takes two to tango and I wasn't exactly pushing you away, was I? Mum said to kiss and make up, so how about it ... but no tongues, huh?" and they both giggled. After a quick look round to make sure they were still alone in the room, they exchanged a couple of gentle kisses, and then Robert took Amy by the hand and led her to the kitchen door. Before they went in Amy held up their linked hands and said:

"Do you think we should let go?"

"No, Mum wants us to make up and what better way to convince her it was only horseplay and not a real altercation. You've often held my hand in the past, so why not now?" he said, and she gave his hand an affectionate squeeze.

A little later they were up in Roberts' room studying at his bench-style desk, as was their usual custom in the evenings.

Amy said, "I really am sorry, Robbie. You said they might come back any time, yet I provoked you into doing things ... and we nearly got caught. Maybe I'm just a wanton little tart. Sorry."

Robert put his arm around her shoulders, gave her a squeeze, and said, "As I said downstairs, little sis, it was as much my fault as yours. I'm sorry too - sorry I wasn't more assertive, as a big brother ought to be, but now I see you as a beautiful young woman and not just my little sister, I find you very hard to resist."

This cheered Amy up and with bright eyes she asked, "Really? Is that true or are you just trying to make me feel better?"

"It's true. I find you highly desirable and very difficult to resist", he said, as they cuddled and petted each other.

"Prove it", she said with a cheeky grin.

She thought he might kiss her and utter some words of endearment by way of proof, but he interpreted her command quite differently - he unzipped his jeans, liberated his impressive erection, and said, "See what you do to me - you're not the only one who gets turned on when we cuddle. Amy, I love and care for you as I always have, as my darling little sister, but now I also love you as a beautiful and highly desirable young woman. Do you believe me?" he said, looking down at his lap and waving his penis around.

"Oh my gosh, Robbie, you're huge, and all that because we kissed an cuddled?"

"Yep", he replied, cheekily, "and you can take all credit for turning me on. However, as I said last night, I can't help my physical reactions when I cuddle you and feel your horny little body in my arms, but I can control my actions. I just wanted to prove to you that I

am

extremely attracted to you, and you do turn me on, because you asked, but I wasn't suggesting we do anything about it right now. After our near miss downstairs, I very much doubt that you're in the mood for sex, and that's fine with me", he concluded as he tried, with difficulty, to tuck his rigid member back into his pants.

She reached down and took hold of his erect penis to prevent him putting it away, and said, "You don't know how much I want to make love to you right now, Robbie, but I suppose we can't ... damn!"

"You wouldn't still be interested in having that quickie you proposed downstairs, would you?" he asked.

"Absolutely!" she replied with enthusiasm ... but how? Do you think it's safe?"

"I think I know how we could do it, but we won't have much time for foreplay so there wouldn't be a lot in it for you, my love, so are you sure you wouldn't prefer to wait until Mum and Dad go out again?"

"Oh, Robbie, you don't know much about women in love, do you? For that matter, I don't either, other than reading the classics, but I do know that I want you right now, and would die if I had to wait a day or two until we had the house to ourselves. Please tell my your plan."

"Well", said Robbie, "if we go to the door; remain fully clothed; you bend over, supporting yourself by holding onto the door knob; with you ear to the door so you we get plenty of warning if one of them comes up the staircase; I could slip it in from behind. If you hear someone coming we can be back at the desk, studying, long before they get here."

"Let's do it!" she said eagerly as she stood up, removed her G-string and put it in one of his drawers.

"Okay" he said with a grin. "We'll have to be very quiet."

"I'll be as quiet as a little mouse", she replied, and he chuckled as he gave his adorable little sister a hug and kiss.

They went to the door where she took up position as instructed. If his manhood had lost any of its former splendour due to the distractions of discussing the plan, it quickly regained it as he raised her skirt, folded it over her back, and took in the beautifully erotic view of her shapely legs and bubble butt. While stroking his rampant cock with one hand he used his other to examine her pussy. He wanted to both stimulate her so she

did

get something out of it, other than just the emotional pleasure of mating with him, and also, the gentleman in him wanted to be assured she was lubricated so there was no risk of friction burns. On the latter count he found he had no reason to worry - she was incredibly well lubricated inside - she said she was very much turned on at the prospect of having intercourse with him, and of course, she was still lubricated by his last ejaculate. He was also rewarded by the quiet, but unmistakeable signs of arousal in her as he manually massaged, probed, and manipulated her erogenous zones.

Thus assured, he nuzzled his cock-head into her slit, moved it up and down a couple of times until he found her tiny vaginal opening, and then gently pressed forward with his hips until he felt it 'pop' inside. She gasped, but otherwise kept her ear to the door and stayed in position. He moved all the way in, and almost all the way out, slowly and repeatedly - slowly, not wanting to make any noise. She couldn't help uttering an occasional moan or sigh of pleasure, but so softly that there was no fear of being heard outside the room.