Amanda moved the phone to her other ear once it started ringing, looking at the bare walls of her bedroom and still finding it strange. "Hello," she heard from the other end of the line on the second ring.
"Hello, Nick. Sorry I couldn't come over today. Did everything get there okay?"
"Nothing's broken, Sis. You can stop worrying now. Don't worry about having to work, either. It's not like I have anything better to do," Nick answered and then laughed.
"One more trip left. I can't believe I'm moving back into the house."
"I can't believe I'm still here, but life doesn't always work out like you plan."
"Tell me about it. I should really get some sleep so that I'm not exhausted tomorrow when I have to pack up what's left and make the drive. Love you, Nick."
"Love you too, Sis. Bye."
"Bye."
Amanda hung up the phone and stretched. Flipping her shoulder-length brown hair back over her shoulders, she walked over to her computer desk. Other than the bed, it was the only remaining piece of furniture left in the house she'd lived in for the last two years and four months. Pushing those thoughts out of her head, she sat down and clicked to open her email.
One address and subject line jumped out at her immediately. She bit her lower lip and clicked, finding a short message and a link. She knew that she probably shouldn't click that link tonight, and should go to bed as she'd told her brother she would, but she couldn't resist. Her fingers were already clicking before her brain even had time to protest.
When the erotica site opened in her browser, Amanda felt her juices start flowing before she'd even read one word. Her escape and guilty pleasure in the final year of her short marriage, the racy writings of her favorite author always captivated and excited her.
She'd stumbled across the site and his writing by happenstance, as she would have never even considered reading sex stories -- let alone stories about
incest
-- if she'd thought about it. The story had caught her from the first word, however. By the time the taboo romance built to the point of sex, she'd already overcome her initial uneasiness. The orgasm she'd experienced while fingering herself as she read was one of the strongest she'd had in years.
After that, she devoured every other story that he'd written, and moved on to read other taboo tales while waiting for new chapters from AlostOne. His newest chapter in her favorite story drew her in immediately.
The character John in the story was struggling to hide his relationship with his sister, and more specifically struggling with the necessity to do so. The relationship between John and Linda had built so slowly to such a perfect place that it almost made Amanda feel envious of the two imaginary people on the digital pages. They had everything she'd ever wanted, and yet had to hide their love from the world. John had experienced an especially stressful day of dealing with a co-worker he always clashed with, and turned to his sister for comfort.
The story had gone several chapters without any sex, and as Amanda recognized the building passion between the two characters, her own arousal grew stronger in response. As Linda pulled free her brother's manhood to engulf it in her mouth, Amanda pulled up her nightgown and shrugged off her panties. She knew that she couldn't possibly read the rest of the story without relieving the already strong ache between her legs.
Amanda's fingers glided slowly over her folds as she read AlostOne's account of the tender oral scene. She could feel every ounce of soft, sweet emotion from the couple in the story, and feel every vein and contour of John's cock in her own mouth as she caressed her nether lips. When John pulsed into Linda's mouth, Amanda could almost taste the bittersweet offering as well.
The couple cuddled in the story, holding each other and gaining the strength to endure from the closeness and their soft words. When John's manhood swelled again in the story, Amanda's fingers moved faster.
As John's erection slid into Linda's depths in the story, Amanda pressed two fingers into her wet heat. She let out a sharp gasp as the digits penetrated her and her thumb rubbed her bud beneath its protective sheathe.
There was nothing of
fucking
in the words on the page, though the couple's passions had risen to such on occasion within the story. In this chapter, only
making love
could possibly summarize the gentle, sensual coupling of Linda and her brother. Amanda's fingers followed the same pace as the story, building the heat and pressure within her at a slow boil.
As the couple in the story neared climax together, so did Amanda. Her fingers moved more quickly, even as John's hips thrust faster on the page. The words conveyed every touch, every word, and every emotion to Amanda as though she was there. It was not her fingers stroking her velvety depths, but John's throbbing manhood, so close to releasing deep inside her.
On the page, Linda reached her peak at the exact same moment as John coated her walls with a hot rush of his seed. Amanda let out a warbling cry of release as she too climaxed, a perfect three-way simultaneous orgasm -- even if two of the characters existed only in her mind.
Amanda continued to stroke her folds and shudder as the couple in the story kissed and caressed -- still joined by a bridge of emotion and John's stiff member. A halting rub of her bud caused the blissful waves of orgasmic energy within Amanda to spike, drawing a yelp from her and causing her to slump so much in the chair that she nearly fell to the floor. She panted for breath, holding her hand motionless with her thumb still pressed over her hood and her fingers buried deep inside her.
Amanda managed to find the strength to slide back into a proper position in the chair, her breathing still heavy and her body still aglow with the aftereffects of her orgasm. She chuckled as she read about the couple drifting off to sleep, through eyelids that were difficult for her to keep open.
When she at last managed to catch her breath, Amanda sat up straight and scrolled down to the closing note of the chapter. AlostOne thanked all his readers, as he always did, and made special note of a few readers who had sent him pictures of themselves in the aftermath of reading his stories.
That's the least I could do, for someone who writes so beautifully and seems so lonely,
Amanda thought. She'd never even considered taking photos of herself nude before, but in this moment, it just felt right. Bringing up a new window, she turned on the webcam atop her computer and aimed it. After pulling off her nightgown, she could see her body from her breasts to her knees on the screen. A creamy stream of her juices trickled from her nether lips into the surrounding dark curls -- also sticky with her wetness -- the evidence of her orgasm plainly visible in the shot. After a moment of hesitation, she clicked the mouse and saved the picture.
Amanda pulled back on her panties, a chill racing up and down her spine as the soft cloth covered her still sensitive sex. She stared at the picture, wondering if she had the willpower to attach it to an email. She was amazed to see how flushed her body was in the picture, a rosy glow infusing her chest and breasts.
Clicking back to the email window, she hit the reply button -- yet another daring step for her. Once again she hesitated with the cursor hovering over the attach button. She knew that if she typed one word first that she would never attach the picture. With another surge of willpower, her fingers clicked the mouse.
With the picture attached to the email, Amanda typed a quick note to the author, telling him how much she loved the chapter. She typed at the end,
But a picture is worth a thousand words,
and signed it with her internet name.
Only one step remained. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she chuckled, and then clicked the send button.
Amanda closed the windows with rapid-fire clicks, and then stood up immediately. She walked over to her bed with her cheeks burning, but feeling extremely sexy and excited at the same time. Once she turned out the lights, her fingers again brought her to a shuddering climax before she fell asleep.
****
Pulling into the driveway felt almost surreal to Amanda. She hadn't been home in over a year, even feeling too emotionally overwhelmed to go to the visitation after her mother's funeral. Now, she was coming home to stay.
Parking the car, she stared at the familiar sight of her girlhood home. Right in front of her, a dent in the garage door that she'd made when she was sixteen was still there. A huge pot of violets sat on the porch, only a small portion of what her mother had nurtured from a single plant brought home from school in a styrofoam cup for Mother's Day. Most of the family and her mother's friends had equally large pots filled with violets from that single plant. A weather report on the radio warning of possible frost overnight -- a stark contrast to the unseasonably warm autumn day -- prompted her to make a mental note to bring the plants into the house.
She could feel her eyes misting over, and once again wondered if this was a good idea. Shaking her head, she chased the thoughts away. As hard as it was to come home, she knew it would have been harder to stay anywhere near her abusive ex-husband or anything that reminded her of that nightmarish time. She knew she would miss her new friends, but she looked forward to catching up with old ones that had remained in the area.
The sight of her sandy-haired brother stepping out the front door chased away the edges of melancholy threatening to overwhelm Amanda, and she opened the car door as soon as she saw him.
"Welcome home, Sis," he said as he walked toward her. He wrapped his arms around her and said, "It's good to see you."
"It had better be, because you're going to have to see me every day now," Amanda responded and laughed.
Nick laughed with her and said, "Come on inside, we'll get your things later. I know you have to be tired after that long drive."
She followed him into the house, feeling the same mix of strangeness and nostalgia that she'd experienced upon pulling into the drive. Everything remained much the same as she remembered it except for an exercise machine she could see in the den just off the family room. Recognizing it as one of those expensive machines advertised on television, she wondered how Nick had managed to afford it.
Noticing her glance, he said, "One of my friends gave it to me when he went to college. I couldn't really get out because I was taking care of Mom, and he didn't want to mess with putting it in storage. I work out a few times a week so I don't end up a fat slob."
