My Taboo Amish Lover

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  Hannah waited until he turned onto the road and disappeared behind some trees before leaping into my arms and kissing my face. “I was so scared, here by myself. I thought we had lost him.”

  “I did too. It was a long night.”

  “Did you get much sleep?”

  “A little.”

  She pulled on my hand. “Come in and rest. Are you hungry?”

  “Yeah, I guess I am.”

  She made me some breakfast, and as I ate she sat across from me. I told her what dad had told me, about him wanting to marry her mother. She thought about this for long moment before speaking.

  “I guess we shouldn’t be surprised,” she said.

  “No, I guess not.”

  “I’m happy for her.”

  “So am I. For both of them.

  “But that means I’ll be your sister.”

  “I know.”

  “It’s not fair.”

  “Not at all.”

  I finished eating, and she took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom. She helped me off with my shoes as I took my shirt off, then watched as I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. Leaving my underwear on, I lay on the bed.

  She took off her bonnet and undid the bun, allowing her hair to fall around her shoulders. She slid into bed beside me, still wearing her dress, and rested her head on my shoulder as she pressed herself against my side. My arm curled under her and I rested my hand on her hip. She snuggled in close.

  “Are we going to have to stop what we’re doing?” she asked.

  “I don’t know.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Neither do I.”

  “Then we won’t,” she said stubbornly.

  “But we’ll be brother and sister.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “We won’t be able to hide it forever. Our parents will find out.”

  “I don’t care, Jacob. I just want to be with you.”

  I held her to me and drifted off to sleep. But it was an odd kind of slumber, almost as if I was still half awake. I was aware that she was kissing my cheek and jaw, and her hand was caressing my bare chest. I drifted in and out, and I wasn’t sure if it was a dream when her hand slid down to my stomach, and she brushed her fingertips over the soft hairs there. I felt myself hardening, pressing awkwardly up against my underwear. Her fingers moved lower, pausing to run along the waistband of my underwear, bumping over the knotted bow of the drawstring. After a moment, I felt it being pulled, and then the bow came loose, causing the waistband to relax around me. She paused another moment, then I felt her fingertips nudging under the cloth, sliding down over the flat washboard of my lower abs, into my pubic hair.

  I groaned softly when she gently gripped my root, holding it in her warm hand, and my dick pulsed involuntarily in her grasp. She pulled on it, straightening it out so that the head jutted out from under the waistband and hovered over my navel.

  I was awake now, there was no doubt about that, but I kept my eyes closed, afraid that if she knew I was awake she would stop. She began to stroke me slowly, and her kisses had ceased. I could tell by the angle of her head that she was looking down and watching what she was doing to me.

  Her touch remained light and slow, and I felt the pleasure rising in me. At one point she must have noticed a drop of fluid escaping from the tip, because she stopped stroking and used her thumb to spread it around. I groaned again.

  Her hand moved lower and gently cupped my balls, sliding them around in their loose sack. She seemed fascinated by this, and my cock eased back from the edge as she played with her new toys. When her hand returned to my shaft, I decided to take it to the next level.

  I reached to her face, and lifted it so I could kiss her. She gripped me harder as our tongues met and teased each other. After a minute, I rolled over towards her, pressing her back on the bed. She seemed surprised by this, but resumed kissing me after a slight pause. She still had a hold on my cock, and continued to stroke me.

  She was still wearing her dress, and I had to lean down to slip my hand under it, and then ran it up her calf. She reacted to this by letting go of me, and using both hands to grab the dress on both sides and pull it up, giving me room. It took her a while, but she tugged it up her legs, eventually raising her hips to bunch it around her waist. I continued to kiss her as my hand had followed the dress upward, tracing from her calf, onto her knee, and then up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. As I neared her mound, her legs spread instinctively in invitation.

  I gently cupped her, and it was her turn to groan against my kiss. I felt the heat of her desire through the smooth cotton material, and pressed my middle finger slightly into the cleft of her lips, drawing another groan from her. She was wet, and as I moved my finger, I felt the moisture seeping through the cloth. She reached down and gripped my forearm tightly, and at first I thought it was an attempt to push me away, but after a moment I realized she was holding me in place, making sure I didn’t stop.

  I moved my fingers to the edge of her panties and slid them underneath, feeling her soft curls brush against me. Pulling the material to the side, I slipped my finger back into her slit, this time feeling the slick warmth between her soft and puffy outer lips. Her hand tightened on my arm as she groaned louder.

  Pressing deeper, I felt her inner tightness grasping at my finger, resisting my entry. When she raised her hips slightly, my finger slid in deeper, and her pussy felt like a tight, sucking mouth, nibbling at me. Her hips then lowered, and my finger slid up, through her delicate folds and I felt a small lump near the juncture of her lips. As my fingertip glided over it, she groaned sharply and a shudder went through her. I realized this must have been the spot she’d been touching when she rubbed herself, and I rolled the pad of my finger over it lightly.

  Her body jerked a few times, and her eyes and mouth opened wide.

  “Ohhh,” she breathed. “Right there, keep doing that.”

  I did as she asked, and small convulsions went through her as my finger slid over that sensitive spot.

  “Oh, Jacob,” she whispered urgently, “It’s never felt this good.”

  I had an inspired idea, and removed my finger from her. She tried to keep me there, saying, “Don’t stop, something was going to happen.”

  “I know something that will feel better,” I replied.

  I pulled her panties back in place, and then moved up over her, rolling to lie between her legs. She looked up at me in fear.

  “What are you doing?”

  “It’s not what you think. Trust me.”

  She stared up at me intently as I settled down on her. My cock was still half covered with my underwear, and I pressed the length of it against her, right along the cleft of her pussy through her panties. When I was in the right spot, I began moving slowly, sliding the underside of my erection through her groove. Her outer lips parted slightly, and I felt her inner heat through her panties as my hardness glided over that sensitive nub between her lips.

  “Ooooh,” she breathed, and then smiled up at me. “This is nice.”

  I gave her a slight smile back. “Yes, it is.”

  I could see the pleasure I was giving her in her face, and was sure she was seeing the same in mine.

  “Is this how they do it?” she asked. “You know, when they do that thing?”

  I nodded. “Yes, but it goes inside, instead of over top, like I’m doing.” I continued to slowly thrust, sliding through her soft valley.

  She thought about that for a moment, her face gently moving to the rhythm of our bodies. “Yes, I can see it now. Before I wasn’t sure how it would fit, but now I can feel the need to have it inside.”

  I smiled. “We can’t do that.”

  “I know that. But this is very nice. I like looking at your face while we do this.”

  “And I like looking at you. You’re very beautiful, Hannah.”

  She smiled wide. “Ahhhh, when you said that, I felt a little twinge of pleasure.”

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nbsp; “Then I’ll keep saying it. You’re extremely beautiful.”

  She giggled. “Jacob?”

  “Yes?”

  “That feeling that something is going to happen is back.”

  “That’s normal.”

  “What is it?”

  I thought for a moment. “It’s hard to describe. Better to just let you feel it. It’s very nice though, so just relax and let it happen.”

  “Mmm, I wish we could do this all day.”

  “Me too. I love being with you like this.”

  She smiled again. “It’s like it’s just us two, and nothing else matters.”

  “Yes, it’s exactly like that.” I picked up the pace slightly, pressing down against her.

  “Uhhhh,” she groaned. “So good.”

  Her eyes were half-lidded now, looking up at me with a contented expression. She was so beautiful.

  “Jacob?”

  “Yes?”

  “I want these out of the way.” She reached down and tugged at her panties.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes. We can do the same thing without them there.”

  “Okay.”

  “Just lift up a little and I’ll push them to the side.”

  I did as she asked, and she pulled the material out of the way. I reached down and pulled my underwear down and tucked them under my balls.

  “Okay,” she said.

  I settled back down on her, and we both groaned as our flesh came in contact.

  “Mmm, you’re so warm,” she said.

  “It feels so good.” The underside of my cock nestled into her slit, parting her slick flesh. I resumed my slow thrusts.

  “Ohhhh,” she groaned.

  Her lubrication coated me, making our contact slick, and I slid more easily through her parted lips. The head of my cock bumped over her sensitive nub.

  Following some innate primal instinct, her legs slid up around me, locking around my waist and holding me in her embrace. This changed the angle of our contact, and we both moaned from the new sensations.

  “Oh, Jacob, it’s going to happen soon, I can feel it coming.”

  “So can I.” I pressed harder against her.

  Our breathing increased, in and out in time with each other, matching the pace of our bodies moving together. I was getting close, and I hoped I didn’t get there before she did.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she whispered softly. “Jacob, oh, Jacob.”

  Her hands gripped my shoulders and her hamstrings contracted, pulling me tighter against her. She began grinding her hips up against me, and I felt myself sliding towards the edge.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she said, louder now. Her pussy was so hot against me, and I knew I was seconds away. I groaned loudly.

  I watched her face as she went over. Her eyes gaped and her mouth opened in a wide ‘O’. Her hips hunched up hard against me as her climax began.

  “Guuuuhhhhh!” she grunted, and I felt her pussy pulse hotly against my shaft. Then she was convulsing under my weight, spasming and thrashing as she cried out loudly.

  The coil of pleasure inside of me tightened like a fist, and then exploded. My cries joined hers, as we clung to each other. My cock jerked and spurted warmly onto her, just above her mound, making our skin slick where our stomachs rubbed together.

  I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues twining together as we rode out the storm of our climaxes. Her arms curled tightly around my neck, and I felt it crack as she used her strength to pull me down to her.

  We held together for a long moment, and then relaxed into each other. Her legs slid from around me, and her hands caressed my back. We fought to catch our breaths as we kissed softly. Finally, I lifted my head and looked down at her.

  She smiled. “Oh, Jacob, that was wonderful.”

  “That was incredible.”

  “I never knew it could be like that.”

  “Neither did I.”

  “I love you.”

  I smiled. “I love you too, Hannah.”

  She smiled wide, and then a curious look came to her face. She reached down between us and felt at where my cum coated us. She pulled her hand back up, and rubbed her slippery fingers together.

  “Is that from me?”

  “No, it’s from me.”

  She thought for a moment, and then her face lit up in understanding. “So this is the seed Mother told me about? That goes inside the woman to make a baby?”

  “Yes.”

  She sniffed it. “That’s strange. You guys are weird down there.”

  I grinned.

  Chapter 12

  Dad stayed in the hospital for three weeks, and when he came home, he was bedridden for another three. Against the doctor’s orders, he was up and around after that, getting stronger every day. The secret was out around the town about who he and I really were, and after an initial coolness, the town warmed back up to us, realizing my dad had helped to rid their town of a danger.

  When it was announced that Mrs. Hupp and my dad were getting married, most townsfolk welcomed the news, but a few were unhappy about it. Despite the engagement, they continued to sleep in separate bedrooms, and continued to furtively get together late at night when they thought Hannah and I were asleep. Sometimes when they would, Hannah and I would get together and repeat our favorite act, which she had labeled, ‘rubbing together.’ I guess we figured that if they could sneak around, we could too.

  The wedding took place on a Sunday in June, followed by a large get-together afterward at the church. When it was almost over, I couldn’t find Hannah, and went searching. Finally finding her in the church coatroom, I sat beside her on the bench. It looked like she had been crying.

  “Hannah, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Tell me.”

  She shrugged but didn’t speak.

  “You’re starting to worry me.”

  “I’m just sad.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re my brother now.”

  “You’re sad about that?”

  “Yes. Because we’re brother and sister, we can’t have our private fun anymore.”

  I looked at her. “Hannah, we’re the same two people we were this morning. If we want to do that, we can.”

  She shook her head. “No, it wouldn’t be right. I couldn’t enjoy myself knowing I was doing that with my brother.”

  “I think you’re being silly.”

  She gave me an angry look. “I am not.”

  “Don’t get mad. I just don’t want to give you up.”

  “Neither do I.”

  “Then why should we?”

  “Because it’s wrong, Jacob.”

  I sat back and folded my arms. “You’re just being stubborn.”

  “I don’t care what you say. We can’t do that anymore.” She got up and left.

  And she stuck to her beliefs, refusing to do anything with me. It was a long summer, and we had ample opportunity to spend some private time together, but she wouldn’t allow it. One time I awoke in the middle of the night and heard a noise, so I went to her room where she was sleeping. I could hear the sound of our parents next door, giving their mattress a workout.

  Hearing that made me miss what Hannah and I used to do, so I slid under the covers with her, spooning against her back with my arm around her waist. She partially awoke, and snuggled back against me, rubbing her bum against my erection and laying her hand over mine. After a minute, her breathing returned to the regular rhythm of sleep, so I slid my hand upwards until I cupped her breast through her nightgown. Her nipple was soft, but as I gently caressed it with my thumb, it rose and stiffened. Her breath hitched for a moment, then returned to normal, and I waited a moment before pinching her softly between my fingers.

  She moaned, and pressed back harder against my swollen dick. I wished there was some way I could touch her naked breast, but her nightgown came up to her chin and down to her ankles. There was no way in – at least not without waking her.
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br />   So I decided to change tactics, and slid my hand from her breast, down her side, up onto her hip, and then around the curve of her bum, holding my hips back to give myself room. My fingertips slid between her cheeks, pressing the flannel against her intimate warmth. I could feel the soft line of her lips, and probed slightly inside, feeling them part to allow me access to the heat between. She moaned again.

  Following the slit upwards, I couldn’t feel the nub through her nightgown and panties, but I guessed at its location and began to move my fingers in a small circle. I must have guessed right, because she groaned louder and moved her bum against me.

  Suddenly, she stopped, and I realized she wasn’t breathing. I froze.

  “Jacob!” she whispered. “What are you doing?”

  I thought quickly. “I missed you.”

  “Stop that!”

  “Please, Hannah. I want to be with you.” I began moving my fingers again.

  She pulled away from me. “No!” she said, and this time it wasn’t a whisper. We both froze, listening to the quiet of the house. A floorboard creaked in the room next to us.

  I leapt into action, pulling the covers down and quickly moving over her and then dropping to the floor on the other side of her bed, away from the door. A second later, it opened.

  “Hannah,” our mother’s voice whispered, “are you alright?”

  My heart beat wildly as I held my breath. Hannah remained silent, feigning sleep.

  A moment later my dad’s voice joined in at the door. “Everything okay?”

  “Yes, she must have been having a dream.”

  “Then get back to bed, honey. I’m not done with you yet.”

  She giggled. “I can feel that.”

  A moment later the door closed. A minute after that, the soft squeaks resumed from their room.

  “Get out of here,” Hannah whispered.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Just go.”

  She was angry with me for the next few days, but eventually she returned to normal. But I had learned my lesson – she was serious about her intent to stay away from me.

  Chapter 13

  In the fall, about a week after harvesting was over, Mom and Dad called Hannah and me downstairs one evening. A small ball of fear collected in my stomach, thinking they may have discovered what Hannah and I used to do.