AMBER DISCOVERS LOVE

I was 17 at the time, and, like all boys of that age, I 
was driven by hormones. Getting laid was my top 
priority, and Amber glowed at the heart of the female 
universe for me. The previous year, she was just 
another scrawny eighth-grader, but everything changed 
in 12 short months: her ironing board chest became 
curvy with breasts the size and firmness of softballs, 
her legs no longer toothpicks, but shapely calves. 
Amber wore her soft, rich strawberry blonde hair cut at 
around shoulder length, and it perfectly complemented 
her wide, inviting hazel eyes. Her lips, full and red, 
begged to be kissed.

Many was the night I lay alone in my room, my hand 
moving feverishly over my raging cock, whispering 
Amber's name into the darkness, and cursing the 
situation which I thought would never change.

But our parents' twentieth anniversary coincided with a 
three-day holiday, and they decided to take a chance 
that Amber and I could take care of ourselves for a few 
days. They made reservations at a resort hotel for a 
Thursday night and would return on Tuesday morning, 
promising to call in every now and then to see how 
things were going.

"What do you think they'll be doing all that time 
without us?" Amber asked as we enjoyed pizza and a 
movie in front of the TV in the rec room that first 
night.

"Just a guess, but I think they'll try to recapture 
what made them fall in love in the first place," I 
said.

Amber nodded prettily and said, "I wonder what it's 
like to be in love."

I ran my gaze over her lovely form; even in a T-shirt 
and sweats, my baby sister was still the most alluring 
girl I had ever seen. 

"I envy the day you find out," I said.

"Have you ever been in love, Henry?"

"I thought so once. You remember Pam?"

"Uh-huh. She didn't last long. Did it feel like love?"

"Not after we broke up."

We sat in silence and watched the film for a while; 
Amber loved old musicals, and on the screen before us, 
Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers seemed to float 
magically over the dance floor. Amber, all but 
mesmerized, seemed to be putting herself in Ginger's 
place, while I could not tear my own gaze from my 
sister's soft and inviting features, lovely even in the 
TV set's cold, white glow.

An idea formed in my mind, and I said, "How about a 
date tomorrow night?"

"What?"

"Tomorrow is Mom's and Dad's anniversary," I said, "and 
they'll almost certainly go out for dinner and dancing. 
We can do that here."

"A date with my brother?" Amber seemed skeptical. "Can 
we do that?"

"Why not? I'll prepare you a nice dinner, and we can 
dance down here, just like Fred and Ginger." And then 
go to bed, I thought. "It'll be fun," I added. "It'll 
give you an idea of what to expect when you really do 
fall in love."

"Okay," she said after a moment's thought. "It'll be 
fun."

My erection didn't fade for hours. My dreams that night 
were fiercely erotic, burning with unrestrained 
incestuous lust and the following morning it was all I 
could do not to run down the hallway, crawl into 
Amber's bed, and give her the ride of her young life. 

Instead, I spent the morning, a Saturday, first 
preparing a perfect musical mix, an hour's worth for 
dinner conversation, and then about 90 minutes' worth 
for dancing. After that, a trip to the farmer's market 
for fresh ingredients. I had decided on shrimp stir-
fry; if I took nothing else from my brief relationship 
with Pam the year before, I at least knew that you 
can't go wrong with Oriental food on the first date, 
because it's  healthy, loaded with vegetables and low 
in calories, not to mention easy to prepare and not 
very time-consuming.

I also bought myself new clothes: a black polo shirt, 
khakis, black espadrilles for easy removal. I had no 
idea what Amber planned to wear; we had agreed to keep 
our distance for the day, and she was out with friends 
until dinnertime.

Carefully setting the table,  I used a tablecloth with 
a green leaf pattern to reflect the summer, new 
candles, and rather large wine glasses.  (I had two 
bottles of California chardonnay chilling in the 
refrigerator.)

The rice steamed, the shrimp as tender and succulent as 
I hoped my sister would be if I didn't chicken out. My 
heart hammered in my chest and my throat constricted 
the closer it came to 6 o'clock, our agreed-upon dinner 
time. The fantasy of making love to my sister was 
erotic and titillating; the likely reality was, at 
best, a slap in the face and days of apologizing, not 
to mention what my parents might do to me. I had plenty 
of time to call this off, but my hands shook as I lit 
the candles, and I nearly dropped the match. 

The door opened precisely on time, and in walked the 
goddess of love. Amber had chosen a tight sleeveless 
black turtleneck enhanced by a gold locket that pointed 
down towards her inviting breasts. She wore faded blue 
jeans that conformed exactly to her soft, feminine 
curves, and on her otherwise bare feet she wore only 
sandals. Gulping, my stomach tight and my throat dry, I 
had to remind myself that she was only 14 -- 14 going 
on 21.

"Wow," she said, as her eyes took in the table. "You 
really went all out for this."

"I wanted tonight to be really special, Amber. My God, 
you're beautiful."

Amber kissed me lightly on the lips, sending a powerful 
electric current from my lips right to my already 
stiffening cock. Did she suspect what I had in mind? 

As music softly filled the air, Amber settled into her 
seat as I opened a bottle of wine and poured her a 
healthy glass.

"Won't Mom and Dad know there's a bottle missing?" she 
asked.

"I called in a favor," I replied. "Nobody's driving 
tonight, right? What they don't know won't hurt us."

Amber giggled and sipped tentatively, then she took a 
stronger taste and said, "That's good."

I have no idea today what we talked about, but I do 
remember that dinner went smoothly, and that we each 
had two glasses of wine. Then, down the stairs into the 
rec room.

Amber stumbled on the stairs and said, "Maybe I 
shouldn't have had two glasses."

"Nonsense," I replied. "It'll loosen you up."

The first couple of dances were fun. I programmed a 
pair of lively numbers and twirled my beautiful baby 
sister around the room, making her laugh, and I even 
taught her the tango. (I ought to mention that I worked 
as a dance instructor that summer.) I'll never forget 
her sparkling laugh or the joyful light in her eyes as 
she moved around me, graceful as a seal in the water.

Then the music slowed, and I drew my sister close for a 
slow dance, knowing I had to be careful; I had a hot, 
glowing rail spike in my pants, and the wrong move at 
the wrong time could ruin everything, so I left just a 
little distance between Amber and me.

"Henry, this is really nice," Amber said, laying her 
young blonde head on my chest, the scent of gardenia in 
her hair and on her neck; for me, gardenia will forever 
be the aroma of passion.

I held Amber closer and then I kissed the top of her 
head. She looked at me; our eyes met and searched one 
another for clues to our feelings. Then, slowly, I 
brought my lips to hers and we shared our first real 
kiss. Amber had never been kissed that way before, and 
at first her eyes widened with surprise, but I would 
not let her break away. When the kiss faded, Amber 
looked at me, tears of wonder aglow in her wide, 
trusting eyes.

"Henry, what's happening to me?" she asked, her voice 
hoarse. "I feel so ... strange. What are you going to 
do to me?"

"This is love, sweetheart," I said. "You wanted to know 
what love feels like." Then I kissed her again. "I love 
you, Amber."

"Oh, Henry, I love you, too," Amber whispered, causing 
both my heart and my cock to leap.

This time, my beautiful sister's lips yielded more 
readily, and I flicked the inside of her mouth with the 
tip of my tongue, startling her. When we kissed again, 
though, she let me in, and our tongues danced even as 
we still swayed to the music.

Now I pulled Amber close and let her feel my heat 
radiating ever so close to her teenage virginity, and 
when we kissed this time her arms tightened around my 
neck to pull herself closer to me, and now her kiss 
blazed with ardor as, no doubt aided by the wine, 
reluctance and inhibition melted away.

We nearly fell onto the sofa. I ran the edge of my 
teeth along Amber's neck, causing her to gasp in 
surprise, and to cry out when I caressed the sides of 
her breasts with my fingertips.

"My God, Henry!" she barked.

"Come on," I said, rising. I pulled Amber to her feet 
and picked her up. She kissed all over my neck and face 
as I carried her up the stairs to my room. I had spent 
a good part of the day cleaning and making sure I had 
clean, crisp sheets in case my insane scheme actually 
got that far.

We lay down and kissed again, only now I had plenty of 
room and gave my hands free play, as Amber did the 
same. I found the snap on her jeans and popped it; 
Amber instinctively moved down the bed a little to give 
my fingers maneuvering room. Her bright hazel eyes 
fluttered as I slid my fingers into her warm, damp 
panties and found her virgin beaver.

"Henry!" she barked, but then she started moaning 
softly when I found her clit. I massaged it gently 
until she urged me to be more forceful, her face 
turning red with passion, her breath short and rasping 
almost to the point of hyperventilation. The feel of my 
sexy sister in my arms, writhing like a cat on my bed, 
her aroma, her cries, will echo in my memory to my 
dying day, especially the moment when I slipped a 
finger between her virginal pussy lips.

Amber cried out then, and her first real woman's orgasm 
washed over her teenage body. Her head mashed deep into 
my pillow, she cried my name again and again as I 
brought her to orgasm twice more before removing my 
hand.

"Jesus, Henry!" she said. "Did you do this with Pam?"

"I tried to."

"My God!"

"Lift your ass, sis."

I removed Amber's jeans, then her panties while she 
peeled away her turtleneck and bra, leaving only the 
locket. My clothing soon joined hers in an unruly pile 
on the floor, and now we each had our first look at the 
other, not as brother and sister, but as lovers and 
explorers of unknown physical and emotional territory, 
for nothing would ever be the same again after that 
night.

"Henry, you're huge!" Amber cried.

"Amber, you don't know how long I've wanted this," I 
told her. "You're my world, my dream."

With that, I molded my hand over her breast, reveling 
in its soft, creamy skin, and tight red nipples, as 
hard as cherry pits and, as I immediately discovered, 
as flavorful. Again my sister cried out as I showed her 
what teeth and tongue can do, but she gently pushed me 
onto my back after a moment.

"Let me play with you," she whispered, gently touching 
my cock, seven red inches of solid incestuous desire.

Now I gave myself over entirely to my sister's kisses 
and caresses as natural lust took over; though only 14, 
she had a natural gift for the erotic, and it was my 
turn to call her name when her teeth sank into my neck, 
her tongue turning my nipples into erotic electrodes, 
making my cock jump in her soft hand, which was 
stroking my length gently even as my soft, naked sister 
nibbled my upper body, kissing her way back up to my 
face. 

As our lips and tongues joined once more, Amber eased 
her body underneath mine, her thighs parting, a strong 
aroma of musk between us, redolent with invitation. 
When the kiss broke, I raised myself on my arms to gaze 
on the eager, panting goddess on the bed. My cockhead 
could not have been an inch from Amber's hot pussy, the 
heat between us all but crackling.

"What are you waiting for?" Amber said. "You've got to 
put it in!"

"This is your first time, so it could hurt," I said.

"I don't care!"

Slowly, I pushed my hot, pulsing knob of flesh into my 
sister's sopping snatch, savoring her cries and moans, 
the sensations that spun around my prick like a million 
bolts of lightning, pausing only when I reached Amber's 
hymen. Impatient, she suddenly bucked underneath me, 
tearing the flimsy membrane and drawing me all the way 
in, crying out as the blood ran in little red rills 
down the rounded globes of her ass.

I didn't move for a moment, giving Amber a chance to 
get used to the feel of me inside her. Then, kissing 
her gently, I rocked my hips in and out, building a 
smooth rhythm and taking care to give my sweet, 
beautiful baby sister an orgasm she could never, ever 
forget.

"Do it, Henry! Do it to me!" Amber cried, and, as her 
face tightened with pending release I finally abandoned 
all control, driving my cock in and out of her with all 
the force I could muster, making Amber's every nerve 
ending crackle.

"Ah! Ah!" she cried. "Henry! Coming--"

This time Amber's entire body thrashed underneath mine 
and I could hold back no longer. Jet after jet of sperm 
erupted through my pistoning prick, and we howled each 
other's names as passion washed over us like foamy 
storm waves at high tide. 

Gradually, our passion subsided and we kissed and 
caressed each other softly as our bodies, glistening 
now with sweat and each other's juices, disengaged, and 
we lay in one another's arms, gazing with love and 
adoration.

"Girls aren't supposed to do that with their brothers," 
Amber said at last, "but I'm so happy I did."

"I've wanted to make love to you for the longest time," 
I told her. "You're so lovely, Amber."

"What do we do now? Mom and Dad will kill us of they 
find out."

"Do you want to do this again, baby sister?"

"Ooohhh," she replied, suddenly realizing the forbidden 
thrill. "You know I do."

"They won't be back until Tuesday," I said. "We have at 
least that much time. And there's so much I want to do 
with you."

Amber kissed me, and I felt her slender fingers close 
around my growing cock. That night, we made love four 
more times.

We spent the rest of the summer sneaking off whenever 
we could and we had the kind of endless animal sex 
that's really only possible when you're that age. 
Looking back, I am astonished we were never caught.

Over the years our lives naturally diverged, but we 
always manage to find at least one weekend a year where 
we can lock the door, pull down the covers, and love 
one another as brothers and sisters so rarely can.