The Amulet: A Blessing or A curse

Bree hung my cum soaked shirt over the foot railing of the bed then picked up the bourbon and handed it to me telling me to drink. As I chugged a big swallow she pulled the sleeping bag up over my shoulders, and then tucked some of it over my lap. When she moved the sides over my lap I could've sworn she ran the back of one hand against my cock on purpose. Stepping back, she surveyed her handiwork before saying, "There, snug as a bug in a rug."

"Thanks," I managed to mumble, my throat burning from the alcohol.

I had to admit; I was quite comfortable. It felt like I was wrapped in a cocoon. Warmth spread through my body as I watched her pick up my forgotten beer, pop the top, then casually hand it to me like nothing had happened. She opened one for herself then sat down across from me on the cooler. I couldn't help but look at her knees. Unfortunately for me she kept them pressed tightly together. I did notice the smirk on her face when she caught me looking.

"Why did you do that, Bree?" I asked once I was able to form a complete sentence.

An odd look came over her as she said, "I don't know. It just felt like something I had to do."

It was like there was something in the air. Something that had caused my sister and I to lose all of our inhibitions at the front door. Bree had yet to pull her tube top up, and I had no problem when the sleeping bag slipped from my shoulders exposing most of my body to her. We sat there and talked as if nothing was amiss, our nudity a natural thing. Even my cock seemed to be on its best behavior. At least it was until Brianna started squirming on the ice chest.

"Something wrong?" I asked, chugging the last of my beer.

Frowning, she replied, "I have to pee."

"Well, pee," I told her.

"I can't just go piss in here, it'll start stinking," she said, her eyes darting around the small room.

"You don't have too many options sis," I stated.

"I've got one option," she said, then stood up.

As I was swallowing some of my beer, Brianna unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I choked on the beer as she bent over and picked her skirt up. A groan floated out of me when she pulled the tube top up and over her shoulders, causing her tits to bounce provocatively. My throat dried up when she stepped in front of me, totally naked, and held out the items.

"Hold on to these, I'll need them when I get back," she told me, before turning and heading out the door into the rain. Speechless, I watched her go, her ass jiggling slightly as she walked.

She was gone long enough for me to start worrying. I breathed a sigh of relief when she stepped into the doorway and began to wring water out of her hair. I couldn't help but admire her beauty as she stood there. Just as she finished up, she caught me staring and flashed me a wide smile before coming over to stand in front of me. Reaching down she took her skirt from my limp hand and began using it like a towel to dry off, her bush practically in my face. It was at that moment that I realized I was wrong. Her bush wasn't nearly as thick and unkempt as I'd previously thought. It was actually trimmed enough that I could clearly see the hood of her clit, along with her rather long inner labia. As I stared I could feel the blood rushing back into my cock.

"Earth to Leroy," Bree said, snapping me back to reality.

"Huh?" I mouthed; my eyes still glued to her pussy.

"So, what do you think?" she replied.

"Sweet," I whispered.

"Not that shithead, this," she barked.

Reluctantly I raised my eyes to find her fingering the necklace, holding it out so I could see it. She must have washed it off while she was outside. The crystal shafts gleamed a pale bluish color, and the center stone looked as if she'd polished it. I could see what appeared to be veins of darker red running through it.

"Nice," I said, trying to keep from staring at her hardened nipples.

"Nice? I think it's gorgeous. And look, there's writing on the back," she said, turning it so I could see.

Each side of the copper triangle had a single word inscribed on it in what appeared to me to be Latin. The top part had the word 'Familia' on it, while the righthand side had the word 'Sexus' on it. The last side had the word 'Incestum' on it. I'm no brainiac, but it really wasn't hard to figure out what the words meant.

After a short time, she asked, "You see what it says?"

"Of course," I replied.

"And?"

"And what?" I inquired as she let the centerpiece settle back on her chest.

I heard her sharp intake of breath as I reached up and palmed the necklace. I also noticed another tingle in my groin but thought nothing of it, I was too entranced watching as her nipples got harder.

"I'm no expert," she began, "but this seems to be some sort of amulet that encourages incest among family members."

"Don't be silly, it's just some novelty item that probably came from some adult bookstore."

"Yeah, you're probably right. But..." The look on her face showed me she wasn't convinced.

"Seriously Bree?"

"Well, if it's not true, then why do you have a boner?" she shot back.

Glancing down I saw my dick was sticking up through the covering of the sleeping bag, the head a purple bloated bulb leaking pre-cum. The thought that if that truly was an amulet and did in fact induce sex amongst family members was true, then that would fit right into my wheelhouse. Because at this moment I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I'd love to shove my cock into my sister's furry box. Oddly, I didn't feel any remorse for having such a disturbing thought.

Chuckling I said, "You might be on to something there."

After a lengthy pause she laughed and said, "Keep dreaming little brother. Now scoot over, there's room in there for both of us."

With a little maneuvering we managed to arrange the sleeping bag so that both of us had some over our shoulders. The only problem was we had to sit pressed against each other. To allow more room I slipped my arm around her waist and rested my hand on her hip, the feel of her skin hot on my palm. Apparently she didn't mind because she snuggled even closer to me. We sat this way for a while just drinking our beer and occasionally taking a pull from the Jim Beam.

Bree finally broke the silence between us. "Do you find this weird?"

"What?" I asked idly as I stared out the doorway at the pouring rain.

"Us sitting here together, naked," she replied.

Instead of answering, I asked, "Do you?"

"Oddly, I don't. Somehow it feels natural, like when we were kids."

"I know what you mean. I like it too."

When it was my turn to get more beer, I heard her gasp as I stood up. I didn't need to look down to know why she'd gasped; I could feel it swinging mightily between my legs. Grabbing two more beers I slowly turned back to face her, my rock-hard cock swinging back and forth. Her eyes settled on it as I stepped toward her. When I stopped I was only inches away from having the head of my cock touching her tits. As I stood there I was overcome with urges that had my brain spinning. As if compelled to do so I took a step forward and pressed the tip of my dick against the hot flesh of her left tit. All Brianna did was stare as the head of my cock oozed pre-cum over her taut nipple.

Another crack of thunder snapped us both out of our stupor.

I shook my head to clear away the fog of lust and sat down next to her, holding an ice-cold beer out to her. I noticed her hand shaking as she took it, her eyes still staring at the slime I'd left on her tit.

"Sorry about that," I offered, fighting back the urge to reach over and rub my pre-cum off her nipple.

"It's okay," she said, her voice a little ragged as she took her free hand and wiped it off herself.

I got a big charge out of that, but nothing compared to what I got when she turned to look at me and then slowly placed her fingertips between her full, pouty lips. I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked my pre-cum from her fingers. All I could do was gulp as I watched. Once she finished, she pulled her fingers from her mouth and fixed me with a huge smile.

"Damn Leroy, if you weren't my brother, I'd fuck your brains out right now." The look on her face convinced me that she was serious.

Stunned, I blurted out, "Wow, where'd that come from?"

A startled look showed on her face as she exclaimed, "Jesus Lee, I didn't mean to say that, it just came out!"

Wrapping my arm around her shoulder I pulled her against me and said, "Relax Sis, I feel the same way."

She glanced down at the floor and whispered, "You feel the same way what?"

In a low voice I answered.

"If you weren't my sister, I'd do the same to you."

Bree leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, the amulet swinging slightly between her breasts. Idly she palmed it, rubbing it slowly, almost caressing it. Hesitantly she turned it over and stared at the writing on the back.

"You don't think..." she murmured.

"Nah," I whispered, not completely convinced.

Straightening up she looked into my eyes and said in a serious tone, "That would explain why I feel the urge to have sex with my brother though."

Chuckling to lighten the mood I replied, "Or, it could be because we're naked as jaybirds, and hornier than hell. Not to mention a little drunk."

Leaning away from me she jabbed my shoulder with her fist and called me lightweight. I was a lightweight. Not being much of a drinker, plus drinking on an empty stomach, the alcohol was starting to hit me. A couple more cans of beer had my brain really starting to fog up. Or was it all the shots of bourbon? Either way, I was feeling no pain. Hell, I didn't even notice when the rain had stopped, nor when it had started getting dark outside. I did notice when I had to piss like a racehorse though. Standing, I staggered two steps forward and one step back before Brianna caught me.

"You better let me help you," she laughed as she guided me to the doorway.

"Kay," I slurred, the feel of her arm around my waist warm and comforting.

She got me to the entrance and pointed my body sideways. Giggling I just stood there with nothing happening at first. It wasn't until she jabbed me with her elbow did I let fly. And fly it did, all over the place.

"Jesus, Leroy!" she shouted, putting her arm around me and using her other hand to hold my penis steady.

"I love you Sis," I moaned as a gallon or two of piss left my bladder.

"I love you too," she told me as she led me back into the shack.

Instead of guiding me to the bed, she had me sit on the cooler. Through blurry eyes I watched as she took the sleeping bag and spread it out on the floor. Each time she bent over to straighten it I got a rush. By the time she finished I was once again hard as a rock. A smile played on her lips as she helped me over to the makeshift bed and had me lay down. The last thing I remember seeing before I passed out was Bree standing above me, her erect clitoris peeking out of its hood.

I'm not sure what woke me. It could have been the subtle light of dawn filtering into the shack, or the fact that my back and butt were freezing. Surprisingly, the front of me was almost too hot. As my eyes opened I realized why. I was lying on my side and Brianna was nestled up against me with her upper leg draped high over my hip. It took several seconds for me to realize that she was a little higher than I was, which put my lips right on the top swell of her tit. If I'd wanted to I could've twisted my head a little and touched her nipple with my mouth. That wasn't the most stunning thing I was realizing though. When she shifted her pelvis, pressing into me, I felt the head of my cock, my very erect cock, slide along the cleft of her surprisingly wet pussy. From past experiences with my ex, I knew it was pushing at her entrance. Part of me, the decent part, wanted to pull away from her. The other part of me, the horny part, wanted to just push my hips the scant distance it would take to penetrate her. Before I could do anything Brianna decided for me. I felt her thigh tighten as she used the heel of her foot that was against my ass to push my pelvis forward. In a split second I felt the heat of my sister's pussy engulf the head of my cock.

"Bree...wake up..." I mumbled, trying desperately to hold a moan of pleasure from escaping.

"Sis wake up" I croaked, involuntarily pushing my cock just a little deeper into her glorious heat.

"I am awake," came her muffled reply.

Now that I knew she was awake I thought she'd realize what she was doing and roll away, but she did just the opposite. Tightening her grip with her arms and leg she rolled toward me until I was flat on my back with half of my cock up in her. I let out a squawk of shock but made no effort to dislodge her. Instead, I lay there just enjoying the pleasure as she slowly inched her body lower. Inch by inch she slid down until my entire cock was sheathed in her pulsating warmth. The pleasure was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. It was exquisite.

"What are you doing, Bree?" I managed to whisper as I ran my hands gently up and down her spine.

"Shh, don't talk Lee, just fuck me! I need to feel you inside me again," she whispered back.

Did I hear right? Did she just say, 'again'? I knew I'd drank way more than my limit last night, but I sure didn't remember having sex with my sister.

"Again?" I asked, my hands finding their way to Bree's ass.

"Shh," she said, and then began to slowly undulate her hips up and down.

With each agonizingly slow movement of her hips, I felt my cock bathed in her very essence. She was wetter than any girl I'd ever been with. A groan floated from my mouth when she bit down on my shoulder and began to hump me faster. Grasping her ass in my hands I too began to thrust. The feel of her breasts pressed into my chest, along with the tightness gripping my penis sent my passion spiraling out of control. All thoughts of how wrong this was flew out the window. Now all I could think about was how much I wanted to please her. With a heave I rolled us over until I was on top of her. She spread her legs and then wrapped them around my waist. We were still tightly clutched together preventing me from really slamming into her, but I didn't mind. I wanted this to last as long as possible. It wasn't long before we found our rhythm. With long steady strokes I reveled in the euphoria of being inside my sister's velvety embrace. For five minutes I pumped gently into her wetness while listening to her moans of pleasure. Another five minutes found me increasing my thrusts to the point I had to prop myself up on my arms. With the better leverage I really began to increase the speed in which I rammed into her clinching cunt.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she huffed each time my balls slapped against her ass.

Looking down upon her face I saw her eyes were wide open and staring into mine. She flashed me a half smile then reached up and cupped my face.

"Fuck me little brother! Fuck me hard! Make me cum," she cried, a tiny tear rolling down from the corner of her eye.

"I love you Bree," I exclaimed, my heart swelling in my chest.

As I stared down I noticed the amulet between her breasts, the red gem in the middle glowing brightly. I felt a surge of energy. My cock felt like it was harder and fatter than it has ever been before. Faster and faster I plowed into my sister's cunt, my balls making wet smacking sounds as they bounced off her upturned ass. I could see Bree's face scrunch up as she reached the pinnacle of her climax. I felt all powerful.

"Uuuunnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, her pussy walls clamping down forcefully around my throbbing shaft.

Slowing my thrusts so she could enjoy her orgasm I couldn't help but marvel at the way her pussy rippled along my length. Inwardly smiling I once again began to take long in and out strokes. With each forward thrust her tits would swing up, then down, as if in slow motion, the nipples hard pebbles against her crinkled areola. I lost track of time. It was as if the motion of her jiggling tits had me under some sort of spell.

"I'm gonna cum Bree," I finally groaned as my balls tightened.

I saw her eyes squint shut and her bottom lip begin to quiver.

"Leeeeeeee!" she screamed my name as spasms wracked her body.

The force clamping down on my cock was stronger than before, sending me over the edge. Arching my back and raising my face toward the ceiling I plunged once more into the very depths of her pussy. My howl of rapture could probably be heard for miles as my throbbing cock unleashed torrents of cum into her quivering cunt. My head filled with a blinding white light as I shot load after load of hot thick cum deep into my sister's cunt. The force of my orgasm was beyond anything I'd ever experienced in my life. It left me shaking and totally drained. Collapsing onto Bree I just lay there, my breath ragged, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

Slowly our breathing returned to normal. Bree's legs slid gently from around me, but her hands continued to softly caress my back. I could feel our juices flowing out of her onto my balls as my cock slowly deflated enough to fall out of her saturated cavern. As gently as possible I rolled off her and lay still staring blankly at the ceiling. A few seconds later I felt her hand land on my stomach.

"Oh my God! I've never been fucked like that before," she huffed.

"That was intense," I croaked back, unable to look at her.

As I lay there gathering my strength, for some unknown reason I felt a wave a shyness envelope me. As my strength returned I turned my head and took a look around. Our clothes were draped on the bed, obviously Bree had done that after I'd passed out, and the floor of the shack was littered with empty beer cans. Sitting near the cooler was the bottle of bourbon, its contents also gone, and my phone. A passing thought occurred to me as I stared at all the empties littering the floor. If we'd drank that much alcohol, then why didn't I have an outrageous hangover? Struggling to my feet I went over to the bed, kicking beer cans out of my way, and began to get dressed. I cringed a little when I put on my crusty shirt. When I glanced at Bree I noticed she was having a bout of shyness herself. I saw the blush on her face when she caught me looking.

"I'll give you some privacy," I told her, picking up my phone and stuffing it in my back pocket. Grabbing the cooler, I took it outside to dump the melted ice.

When I returned Bree was already dressed, and on her knees rolling up the sleeping bag. From the angle I was at I could see up her skirt. The sight was lovely. The back of her skirt was high enough that her pussy was on display. As I watched a tiny drop of our fluids leaked out from between her lips, briefly clinging to her pubic hair before dropping to the floor. It was one of the most erotic sights I'd ever witnessed. I could feel my cock begin to harden so I tore my eyes off her and started putting all the empty cans into the cooler. I threw in the bourbon bottle then headed to the jeep. Once I had the cooler secured I jumped into the driver's seat but the phone in my back pocket was pushing into my buttock. Reaching back, I pulled it out, along with the leather pouch then opened the glove box to throw them in. Brianna's panties stared back at me. I'd completely forgotten about them. A smile played on my lips as I placed the pouch and phone on top of them and shut the lid. That done I hopped out and went back inside to see if we were leaving anything.

Bree was finished with the sleeping bag and was standing in the center of the room looking around. I too took a look around but didn't see anything.

"Looks like we got everything," I remarked to no one in particular.

"Yeah," she replied in a slightly subdued tone.