The Amulet: A Blessing or A curse

Be advised, somehow this story got away from me and ended up being way longer than I'd planned. Over 30 thousand words! It is a complete work of fiction. Everything about it is completely made up, including the town and location. All characters involved in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. I hope you enjoy, and as always comments are welcome, both good and bad.

Gravel crunched under my feet as I wandered around the front yard, my mind once again wondering why my parents had chosen this place to settle down in so long ago. It's a small one-horse town in the middle of nowhere, which is surrounded by miles and miles of more nowhere. If you stood at the edge of town and gazed off into the distance, all you would see would be endless miles of desert, scattered with sagebrush, juniper trees and the occasional Joshua tree. If your eyes were good enough you would be able to see where the flatness turned to rolling hills.

The main industry in this little slice of paradise is the rock quarry just a few miles north of town where my father and I both work, along with most of the menfolk in town. My mother and my older sister are both employed at the local beauty salon, mom being a hairdresser while my sister specializes in nails. The opportunities for employment around here are pretty limited.

My sister just recently moved back in with my parents and I after her marriage fell apart. As soon as she'd turned eighteen she married Brad Worthington, much to the disapproval of our parents. I later discovered that he'd promised to take her away from this dust-covered shithole; apparently a promise he had no intention of keeping. That wasn't the reason their marriage ended though. I guess after almost three years of hearing rumors about Brad sleeping around with anyone that wore a skirt finally took its toll.

"Let's go Bree," I hollered toward the house in hopes of getting my sister to hurry up. Her name is actually Brianna, but we all call her Bree, and at the ripe old age of twenty-one she thought she knew everything. Something that I chuckled about since she was only two years older than me.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch," I heard her shout back.

Shacking my head in exasperation I started to take inventory of the contents piled into the back of my old jeep. Toolbox, check. Five-gallon jerry can of gas strapped into mounts on the back, check. My two-person sleeping bag, check. Actually, the sleeping bag was already in there, and has been since the last time my ex-girlfriend and I had gone off-roading. Shortly after that her family just up and left town, leaving me without an outlet for my over-active hormones. That had been almost a month ago. My hand has been getting quite the workout since then.

"Give me a hand with this Leroy," I heard my sister call out, knowing full well that I hated being called that. Although it was my given name, I preferred to go by Lee.

Placing my wallet and phone into the glove box I turned toward the house, a scowl on my face, and saw her pulling our family-sized ice chest through the front door by the handle out onto the porch. My eyes widened at the sight. She was bent over with her back to me wearing one of the shortest skirts I've ever seen her wear. I mean seriously, I could just about see the bottom swell of her ass cheeks. Instantly my cock showed its appreciation at the sight. I should have been repulsed by my body's reaction. I mean, who in their right mind gets aroused by their own sister? Instead, I just stood there, my cock making an obscene bulge in my jeans. When she stood and turned toward me I saw her eyes drift down toward my crotch. They lingered there for a few seconds before she looked up, an odd smile on her face.

"Well perv, are you gonna help or not?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and tapping her foot.

Stepping up on the porch I appraised her wardrobe choice once more. For a top she'd chosen to wear a dark green tube top, the stretchy material pressed snuggly against her ample tits. I could see her nipples pushing against the fabric. The short green plaid skirt rode low on her hips and barely went six inches passed her crotch. I could see her well-defined abs between the top and the skirt. The only practical thing she was wearing was her hiking boots and thick green socks.

"That's what you're wearing?" I asked in my most disapproving tone.

The reason for my disapproval was because we were planning to go off-roading, and what she had on just didn't fit with that activity.

"Yeah," she said, her deep brown eyes shooting me a look that said I'd better not say anything bad about her outfit.

Shaking my head, I picked up the cooler with a grunt and headed toward the jeep while saying, "Jesus Bree, what do you have in this thing?" I heard her chuckling reply as I hoisted the cooler into the back of the jeep.

"Just something to drink, and lots of ice."

After situating the cooler, I turned to face her and said, "You're going to burn."

"I don't burn, you know that," she stated as she headed toward the passenger side of the jeep.

Begrudgingly I had to admit she was right. In all the years of growing up together I've never seen her get a sunburn. I on the other hand wasn't so fortunate. I guess it was because we were spitting images of our parents. My father and I are both tall, wiry, and fair-skinned. On the flip side our mother, whom Brianna mirrors, is quite statuesque, well endowed in the boob department, with a more Mediterranean complexion. Each have smoldering brown eyes, raven colored hair that drapes down past their shoulders, and stand nearly as tall as dad and me, which is impressive since we are both six feet tall. If you put my sister and mother side by side you'd swear that they were sisters, at least you would've a week ago. Now, thanks to mom, Brianna was sporting a new hairdo. Instead of her hair being straight, it was now a mass of tight curly ringlets flowing down to her shoulders. The urge to tease her by calling her Shirley Temple was strong, but I knew better. Bree really wasn't known for her sense of humor.

Recently my dad helped me put on a four-inch lift kit and as I watched Brianna climb into the jeep I took notice of things a brother shouldn't be noticing. Things like how long and toned her legs were, and how her breasts jiggled under the tight tube top. Just as she slipped into place I got a quick glimpse of her right ass cheek. It too looked quite toned. With unbrotherly thoughts racing through my brain, I climbed in and fired up the jeep, my eyes taking a quick look at her legs again.

"Buckle up sis," I said, snapping my lap belt in place and throwing the jeep in gear.

For forty minutes we listened to the over-sized tires sing on the asphalt, conversation impossible with the wind whipping all around us. With each bump in the road I couldn't help but sneak glances at my sister's tits. The way they bounced had my cock staying in a semi-rigid state, while my mind continuously chastised the perverted side of me.

My intentions were to head for a place called Breakers Point, but as we rolled along something off to my left caught my eye. Bree let out a yelp when I slammed on the brakes a little harder than I intended. If it weren't for her lap belt she would've kissed the windshield.

"What the hell, Leroy?" she barked, shooting a confused, angry look my way.

"Hold on, I thought I saw something," I replied as I put the jeep in reverse and slowly started backing up, my eyes glued off into the distance.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. It was shiny. See if you can spot it," I answered as I scanned the far-off hills.

A few seconds later Bree shouted, "There, I see it!"

Braking, a little softer this time, I glanced to where she was pointing. At first I didn't see anything, but when I leaned forward slightly I spotted what had caught my attention. Off in the distance it looked as if something was gleaming in the sunlight. I could tell that it was quite a ways away since it was up in the hills. I glanced at Bree with a cocked eyebrow as if to say, "What do you think?"

"Go for it!" she said enthusiastically.

Just before turning my eyes away from her she adjusted herself in her seat causing her tits to bounce once more. With an inward groan I shifted the jeep into four-wheel drive and swung off the road onto the dusty desert floor. After about and hour and a half of slowly driving toward our goal Bree screamed for me to stop. Turning to look at her I watched as she hastily undid her seatbelt and hopped out of the jeep.

"What's wrong?" I asked as she headed toward a rather large sagebrush.

"I have to pee!" she hollered without slowing down.

I couldn't help but chuckle because I knew why she had to go. I guess I had deliberately hit too many bumps. I told myself that I'd try to be more careful, even if it meant less chances to see her tits bounce. Sacrifices had to be made sometimes, but that didn't stop me from watching her tits bounce as she came back though.

"Stop staring at my tits!" she said as she approached the jeep.

Opps, busted. I could feel my face turning red but couldn't turn away as she climbed in. Once seated she opened the glovebox and threw what looked like a balled-up piece of material inside before closing it.

Out of curiosity I asked, "What was that?"

Her answer stunned me.

"My panties."

"Your what?" I croaked.

With an exaggerated sigh she replied, "My panties. Since I had to drip-dry, I didn't want them to get pee stained, they're brand new."

Involuntarily I glanced down at her lap. She caught me looking.

"Jesus Leroy," she growled.

"Sorry," I stammered, raising my eyes and staring through the windshield.

"Let's just go perv," she said, snapping her seatbelt in place.

Distance out here in the land of nowhere can be quite deceiving. An object that looks relatively close can in fact be a long way off. That seemed to be what was happening in our case. It felt like we'd driven quite some distance but weren't getting any closer to where we wanted to go. Since neither of us could see the shiny object anymore I just prayed we were going in the right direction. I was beginning to think we should turn around when suddenly we came upon what could only be an old road leading almost in the direction we wanted to go. Judging by the tracks I could tell the road hadn't been used in some time, probably decades by the looks of things. The only thing I could think was that it was an old service road that was no longer used. Without even thinking about it I turned the jeep onto the obsolete pathway and began to follow it. Gradually the road began to climb leading us into the foothills.

Another thirty-five minutes found us at a dead stop, in front of a dried-up stream bed about five feet deep and fifteen to twenty feet wide. Spanning the width was a rotted out wooden bridge; or what was left of it anyway. I wasn't worried about getting across since the embankments on both sides weren't very steep. Pulling off the road to avoid what was left of the bridge I carefully maneuvered the jeep over the edge of the dried-out stream. It was a little harder to climb the far side, but we made it easily.

Before resuming our trek along the road we decided another piss break was in order. Once Brianna scampered off to the nearest brush I whipped out my cock and relieved my jostled bladder. I was still pissing when Bree strode up and stared at my exposed manhood. Unable to stem the flow I just stood there and let her watch. After a few seconds she smiled then climbed back in the jeep, leaving me with a funny feeling. For some strange reason the idea of my sister checking out my cock sent a tingle down my spine.

Slowly we made our way forward, steadily climbing into the hills. The farther we climbed, the more worried I became. I could see the clouds moving in, turning darker by the minute. This part of the country was prone to flash flooding, something I definitely didn't want to get caught in.

I pointed toward the sky and shouted, "Maybe we should turn back."

Bree glanced up and shouted back, "It'll be fine. It will probably just pass right over us."

I wasn't so sure, but I shrugged my shoulders and kept driving forward anyway. About five miles from the stream we topped a small rise and found what we were looking for. Off to the right of the road stood an abandoned shack that wasn't much bigger than our front room. It appeared to be in fairly good shape. At least the roof and walls did. On the side facing us was a window with just a sliver of glass left in it. As we stared we could see what was left of the sun's rays glancing off the glass. After a few minutes Bree voiced what I was thinking.

"Wow, this is kind of a letdown."

"Yeah," I said, before adding, "So, should we head back?"

"Hell no, let's check it out first," came her enthusiastic reply.

Brianna's always had an adventurous side, so it didn't surprise me when she hopped out of the jeep and walked toward the shack. With another shrug I grabbed my phone from the glove box, my fingertips briefly rubbing the balled-up panties, then followed. Stepping through the threshold, the first thing I noticed was there was no front door. The next thing I noticed was the place was completely empty except for a rusted-out metal bed against the far wall. The bed was more a cot than anything, and on top of it sat what used to be a mattress, it's material long gone leaving only the frame and sagging rusty springs. I was sure I'd need a tetanus shot if I touched it. Further inspection of the place showed where a wood burning stove must have sat. I could see where the metal chimney would have gone through the roof.

"So, have you seen enough?" I asked as Bree slowly walked around the room.

"Give me a minute. What's your hurry?" she asked, turning to face me.

Instead of saying anything I just pointed skyward and cocked one eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, then turned back to inspect the room some more.

With a sigh I stepped outside and pulled out my iPhone. As I expected, there was no cell service out here in the boonies. The sound of distant thunder made me look up. What I saw didn't please me one bit. In the short time we'd been here the sky had turned a dark menacing grey-black color. Shoving my phone into my back pocket I went back inside only to find Bree trying to move the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"There's something stuck between the far leg and the wall," she replied, pointing toward the leg in the corner.

Moving to where she stood, I gazed to where her finger was pointing and saw nothing other than what looked like a pile of dirt that had blown into the corner. I told her I didn't see anything, but she insisted something was there between the bed's leg and the wall.

"Well, don't just stand there, help me move this," Bree barked.

Shaking my head, I bent down and took hold of the rusty bedframe then lifted. Nothing happened, other than an excruciating pain shooting through my lower back. Gingerly standing I examined the feet of the bed and noticed they were bolted to the floor. I also noticed the rusty springs were wired to the bed's frame. That explained why it was still here. Of course, it gave me pause. Why would anyone bolt their bed to the floor?

Looking at Bree I shrugged and said, "Sorry Sis, but that ain't gonna budge."

"Damnit, I want to know what that is," she exclaimed, right before she did something that astonished me.

As I watched she stretched out on the dust-covered floor and began to inch her way toward her prize. My mind instantly screamed, "You've got to get pictures of this!" Pulling out my cell phone I began to snap away.

Between clicks I said, "You're going to get filthy doing that Bree."

"I don't give a shit," came her muffled reply.

Once she was able to reach the object she squealed in triumph before starting to work her way back out from under the bed. That's when my jaw dropped, and my eyes widened. As she scooted back the hem of her skirt started to creep up her thighs. With each inch she moved the skirt continued to rise. Before long the bottom of her ass cheeks came into view causing an involuntary groan to escape my lips. As more and more of her ass came into view I began to feel the stirrings of an erection; a feeling I fought valiantly to stifle but knew it was a fight I had no hope of winning. My cock became a trapped pillar of throbbing steel when she finally scooted back far enough to place her knees under herself and raise her ass in the air. Before my astonished eyes was a vision of loveliness that I knew would stay with me until the day I died.

Whether it was from some kind of brotherly love, or some sense of loyalty to help my sister preserve her dignity, I'll never know. All I knew was that I had to let her know that not only was she exposed, but she was really exposed!

"Um...Bree...," I squeaked, my throat as dry as the desert sands. "Did you forget you don't have underwear on?"

Bree stopped moving and asked, "What?"

"You're kinda flashing the goods there girl," I told her as I maneuvered directly behind her upturned ass and began to snap a few pictures.

"Are you taking pictures?" she asked, her voice a little tense.

"No," I lied as I snapped several more shots of her pussy.

"You're a lying sack of shit!" she snapped.

"Okay, I'll stop," I promised.

"And stop staring at my ass you perv," she said as she began to move again.

Under no circumstances was I going to be able to do that. The sight before me had me in a trance. All I could think about was how round and firm looking my sister's ass was, not to mention how lovely her pussy looked. Her outer lips had a light covering of black, down-looking fur, while her mound was covered with a thicker thatch of curls. Her inner labia extended just past the top of her outer lips, their tips a slight brown in color. The sight before me was enough to send my hormones into overdrive. My cock was getting painfully hard as I let my eyes soak in her womanly charms; that included the tight little pucker hole peeking out from between her smooth, round cheeks. With a groan I stepped back to allow her room to scoot out from under the bed.

The fantasy of just burying my face into her snatch evaporated when I heard her scream, "Ouch!"

Shaking my head to clear it I asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm stuck, my hairs caught," she replied.

Glancing at her head I could see where some of her curls were snagged on the broken end of one of the springs. If she'd still had straight hair she probably wouldn't have gotten it snagged.

"Stop staring at my ass and help me out of here you jerk!" she screamed.

I took a couple more pictures before leaning over the side of the bed and reaching through the springs to untangle the curls. It didn't take but a few seconds to slide her hair off the jagged end and freeing her. Once she was out from under the bed she stood and glared at me, her prize clutched tightly in her hand. Her glare grew more hostile when I couldn't help but bust out laughing. One side of her face was covered in dust, just like her entire front, from her neck clear down to her hiking boots. Before she could grow angry enough to knock me on my butt I snapped a picture and showed it to her. Her eyes widened, and then her laughter joined mine in the small shack.

"Jesus, I'm filthy," she giggled.

Still chuckling, and with no thought for my safety, I reached over and gently wiped the side of her face knocking most of the dust from it. For reasons I'll never understand I didn't stop there. Next I began to softly rub my hand across her tube top. All I was trying to do was get some of the dust off her, but in the back of my mind I did register the fact that her nipples were responding to my touch. As I dusted her off I looked at her face and saw how wide her eyes were. I also saw that her mouth was half open, as if she were about to ask me what the fuck I thought I was doing. With a sheepish look I stepped back and pulled my shirt off and handed it to her.