My Taboo Amish Lover

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “But Hannah, you can’t have that and do this too. If we’re going to be apart, that means we’re going to have to be with other people. I know I was wrong to do that with her, especially in front of you like I did, but eventually there’s going to be other girls, doing other things.”

  She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then spoke. “I hated seeing you with her. It still makes me angry just thinking about it.”

  I rubbed her back. “Do you think this is something you’re eventually going to get over?”

  “No. Never.”

  I smiled slightly. “And I never want to think of you with another guy.”

  She was quiet.

  “You know what that means, don’t you?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “We’re stuck with each other.”

  “But you’re my brother.”

  “Yeah, and most sisters don’t care who their brothers have sex with. It’s obvious we’re more to each other than brother and sister. We can’t ignore that.”

  “I can’t imagine being with anyone but you.”

  I held her tighter. “I don’t want to be with anyone but you.”

  “I love you, Jacob.”

  “I know. I saw it in your eyes when you were flying through the door and jumping on me.”

  She giggled.

  I rolled us over so that she was on her back, and lifted my head to look down at her. Between the tears and the dirt and the grass, she was a mess. But I had never seen a more beautiful mess. She smiled softly up at me.

  “Tell me,” I said.

  “I love you.”

  “No, not that. Tell me.”

  “Tell you what?”

  “Tell me that I can never even look at another woman in my life, let alone touch one. And if I do, you’ll break my legs.”

  She laughed, smiling wide. “Jacob Anderson, you are mine, and if I catch you with another woman again you’ll wish it was your legs I was breaking.” She reached down and gripped my crotch. “Trust me, it won’t be pretty.”

  I laughed. “And the same thing goes for you and that pretty boy farmer, what’s his name?”

  “Daniel.”

  “Daniel, that’s it. God, I wanted to kick his ass.”

  She grinned. “He’s pretty big.”

  “So?”

  “And strong. And his hands were huge.”

  “Yeah, but he probably has a little dick.”

  “No, it seemed pretty big when I was sitting on his lap.”

  I frowned.

  She grinned wider. “And it was so hard. It made me get all wet and slippery inside.”

  “Now you’re just trying to make me mad.”

  “Maybe. Is it working?”

  “Yes. I’m not going to talk to you for the next three days.”

  She laughed. “I think I can change your mind.”

  “Nope. You’re getting the silent treatment. Starting now.”

  “How would you like to take a bath with me?”

  “Okay.”

  She giggled. “What happened to the silent treatment?”

  “The bath sounds much better.”

  Chapter 15

  A few minutes later we helped each other undress as the warm water ran into the tub. As I pulled the dress over her head, and then slid down her panties, my cock pressed hard against my pants, mesmerized by her beauty. Then she knelt before me and undid my pants as I pulled my shirt off. When she tugged them down, my cock pointed out and upward, rigid and swollen. She reached out and grazed her fingers lightly over it, but I pulled her up into my arms and kissed her, and then we got into the tub.

  The tub was large, but it was still a tight fit, and we sat facing the same way, with her leaning against my back. This gave me the opportunity to caress her breasts, and I used the soap to create a lather, sliding my hands gently over her, teasing her rubbery stiff nipples with my fingers.

  After a few minutes, she reached behind her and took hold of my erection, stroking it slowly. I groaned against the side of her neck and kissed her ear, then slid one hand down between her legs, cupping her mound. She sighed and spread her thighs slightly wider, and I slipped a finger into her. Inside, she was slicker than the bath water, and I ran my fingertip through her folds, probing at her entrance before sliding up and finding her sensitive nub.

  She moaned as I slid over it, and then again as I slowly caressed her. Keeping my other hand on her breast, gently pinching her nipple, I kissed her cheek and she relaxed back against me. It had been a long time since we had done anything together, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. But she still managed to surprise me when, just about a minute later, she cried out loudly and arched her hips up against my hand, her body straining as her climax ripped through her.

  I held her as she recovered, expecting her to return the favor when she had enough energy, but she had something else in mind, and said she wanted us to move to my bed. We toweled off as the tub drained, and then went upstairs, carrying our clothes with us.

  On the bed, she moved me onto my back, and lay on me, kissing me as her hand lightly stroked my cock. It felt good, and I relaxed back on the sheets, anticipating coming from her touch.

  But at one point she began to kiss down onto my neck, and then to my chest, moving lower. When she reached my stomach, it was obvious what she was doing, and I reached down and stopped her.

  “Hannah, you don’t have to.”

  She smiled up at me. “I want to. It’s my way of making you mine.”

  She shifted from on top of me to lying against my side, and rested her head on my stomach, with her hair fanning out over me. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I felt her take my cock in her hand and stroke it gently. From her position, I knew her mouth was close to the head, and I anticipated her touch.

  After a minute I felt it – a soft tickling sensation as she ran her tongue over the tip. I groaned, and this must have encouraged her, because I felt a soft warmth enclose around the head, and then her tongue was moving, sliding over my swollen flesh. I groaned louder and combed my fingers through her hair.

  She kept her hand around the base of my cock as she slowly took me deeper, and I felt her lips sliding down my shaft. When she took me in as far as she could, she held me in her mouth, almost as if she was claiming her possession.

  After a moment, she began to move, bobbing her head slowly. Her mouth wasn’t that tight, but she kept her tongue moving, licking all over my sensitive skin. I felt my pleasure rising, and knew it wouldn’t be long.

  At one point she stopped bobbing, and focused on the head, probing her tongue around the hole at the tip. I wondered if she had gotten a taste of leaking fluid, and was searching for more. She then resumed her movements, and I moaned.

  “Ohhhh,” I breathed, “That feels so good.”

  She removed her mouth momentarily to speak. “Oh, Jacob, I love doing this. It makes me feel so close to you.”

  “It feels incredible. I’m getting close.” I said it as a warning as much as a compliment, wondering what her plans were. But she didn’t stop, engulfing my cock again and resuming her bobbing, a little faster now.

  It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. The sensation was similar to when Annie had done it, but the fact that this was Hannah with my cock in her mouth added so much more to it. My breathing got deeper, and I felt that familiar tensing in my stomach, as I neared the edge of no return.

  Hannah must have sensed it too, because she gripped me tighter with her hand and picked up speed, sliding her lips up and down my slick shaft, keeping her tongue moving, licking and flicking at my sensitive spots.

  “Uhhhh, I’m right there,” I moaned, “So close.”

  She ignored my last warning and kept her mouth on me, and the pleasure shrank down to a tight ball before exploding in a hot burst, causing me to cry out loudly and begin to thrash beneath her, clutching at her hair in my fists as I pumped my seed into her mouth.

  She stayed with m
e, clamping her mouth on me and holding tight as my body convulsed. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure carry me away, pleasure given to me by the girl I loved.

  After a long moment, the storm passed, and I relaxed back down on the bed. Hannah continued to hold me in her mouth, as if reluctant to give up her possession. Finally, she slid off, and I felt her delicate kisses on my softening cock, causing aftershocks of shudders to ripple through me.

  She rolled over to lie between my legs, and looked up at me. She was licking her lips, as if evaluating my taste, but I could see that she had let most of it run out of her mouth and onto my stomach.

  “I loved doing that to you,” she said.

  I smiled. “Not as much as I did. That was amazing. Come up here.”

  She shifted up to lie on my chest, her chin propped on her hands. “Did you really like it?”

  “I loved it. But you know what was best about it?”

  “What?”

  “The best part was it was you who was doing it.”

  She beamed. “I love when you say things like that.”

  “It’s true. I love you so much.”

  “And I love you.” She paused before continuing. “Jacob?”

  “Yes?”

  “Doing that to you got me excited. Could you touch me again?”

  I smiled. “I can do better than that.”

  She gave me a curious look, but I held her to me and rolled us over. As I leaned down to kiss her, she spread her legs, welcoming me between them. I think she expected me to rub against her, but I had something else in mind.

  Moving downward, I paused at each nipple, taking it into my mouth and sucking as my tongue flicked over the stiff flesh. When I left them and moved down over her stomach, her body stiffened and she reached down and grabbed my hair.

  “What are you doing?”

  I looked up at her. “Returning the favor.”

  “No, don’t do that.”

  “Relax, I promise it will feel good.”

  “It just seems weird.”

  “Hannah, you just let me come in your mouth. Please let me do the same for you. I want to do this.”

  Her hand relaxed in my hair. “Are you sure?”

  “Of course. Just close your eyes and enjoy.”

  She did as I asked, and I shifted down to lie between her legs. I stared down at her pussy, spread and completely exposed to my gaze. It was perfect, with its soft hair and delicate curves. This close, I could smell her arousal, and I breathed it in deep, licking my lips as I anticipated her taste. I had tasted her before, licking my slick fingers after they had been inside of her, but now I was finally going to visit the source.

  I leaned down and kissed her, right on the top of her slit, and she moaned softly in response. Keeping my lips in contact, I slid my tongue out, worming it gently between her lips, feeling her musky slickness coat me. Her body twitched as I licked down through her crease, keeping my touch light. This close, every breath I took inhaled her essence into my lungs, driving my desire higher.

  I reached down and placed my hands under her thighs, then lifted them, pressing her legs back and wide, opening her intimate core to my gaze. Her pussy lay before me like a luscious piece of fruit, split down the middle and leaking its sweet juices.

  Starting at the bottom, I licked up through her lips, grazing over her inviting entrance and then further up. Near the top, I felt the swollen lump I had become so familiar with, and flicked my tongue at it. She groaned loudly and hunched her hips up at me, letting me know I had hit the right spot.

  I rolled my tongue over it, lapping and licking, and her body came alive, jerking and spasming under my pinning hands.

  “Yes, yes, oh Jacob, yes.”

  I sucked the small bud between my lips, flicking over it, and she cried out again. Her fluids were overflowing, seeping out from the base of her pussy and running down the valley between the cheeks of her bum. I pressed my face into her and continued my assault with my tongue. From the sounds she was making, I knew her climax was only seconds away.

  “Yes, yes, yes, oh, oh, oh,” she panted, and I felt her hands grip my hair. Only now she wasn’t trying to stop me, but instead pressing me down against her upturned pussy.

  I sped up my tongue, focusing on her swollen bud, and her body seemed to freeze for a moment, as she stopped both her motions and her breathing, hanging in mid-air.

  Suddenly, her pussy pulsed hotly against my face, and she cried out loudly, pulling painfully on my hair. Her body began to thrash, her muscles clenching and unclenching as her climax raged through her. I kept my tongue moving, batting at that little bump, loving the feel of her copious fluids coating my lips and cheeks.

  She continued to convulse for several more seconds, and then her hand was at my forehead, pushing me away, letting me know to stop. I slid my tongue out of her, but continued to kiss her gently, loving how soft and warm her intimate flesh felt against my lips. She settled back on the bed, and when I removed my hands from her thighs, she slid her feet down, allowing her legs to relax at my sides. We lay like that for several minutes, with my head resting lightly on her stomach as she combed her fingers through my hair.

  “Oh my,” she finally whispered.

  I smiled without looking up.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that,” she said. “That was wonderful.”

  “I loved doing it.”

  “Come up here and hold me.”

  I gave her pussy one last kiss, and then wiped my face on the sheet before moving up beside her. She turned to me and I curled my arms around her as we lay on our sides.

  “I love you,” she said. “I’m sorry about the way I’ve been acting.”

  I caressed her hair. “It’s ok. The situation we’re in is confusing.”

  “It was confusing, but it’s all clear to me now. We belong together, and the fact that our parents are married doesn’t change that. Jacob, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I don’t care what people say about it.”

  I smiled. “You don’t know how much I love to hear you say that. I feel the same way.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “We have to keep pretending for a while longer. We’ll go through the show of courting others, just to make our parents happy. But soon, when we’re old enough to be on our own, we’ll be able to tell them. I hope they’ll accept us when we do, but we will be together, I promise.”

  She smiled. “That sounds wonderful.”

  I pulled her to me and we kissed, feeling at peace with myself for the first time in a long time.

  Chapter 16

  We stuck to our plan, going through the courting rituals while remaining true to each other. Annie began ignoring me when she realized I wasn’t interested, and Hannah and I found time to be together, whether it was down at the stream, or her sneaking into my bed late at night.

  Mom got pregnant, and nine months later we had a new baby brother, Joshua. When I saw how Hannah was with him, I knew she was looking forward to the day when she would have a baby of her own, with me.

  Finally, it came time for us to reveal our secret to our parents. Dad took it worse than Mom, who I suspect knew something was going on between us. We told them that our love began before they had gotten married, and if they hadn’t fallen in love, we would just be another normal couple. I also pointed out that Hannah and I were less-closely related than most Amish couples, since it was a closed society and many people married their distant cousins.

  After they got over their initial shock, Mom and Dad seemed to accept the idea, and we began to plan our wedding. Since I wasn’t Amish, we couldn’t get married in an Amish church, plus the fact we were known in this town as brother and sister.

  But we eventually found a small church in a nearby town, and exchanged our vows in front of our parents and our sisters. And on our wedding night, we gave our virginities to each other.

  We bought a small farm about fifty miles from our parents, and began our lives to
gether. I told her I didn’t want to give up the conveniences of modern life, so we compromised, and we use electricity and gas-powered farm machinery, and we have a car. She insisted on no television, which was fine with me.

  Two years into our marriage, the twins came along, and although they only have one set of grandparents, I’ve never seen a prouder grandmother and grandfather in my life.

  Chapter 17

  “Lie back,” my pregnant wife told me, and pushed me back onto the pillow. Keeping her hand on my cock, she leaned down and took the top half into her mouth, causing me to exhale a soft groan.

  I watched the profile of Hannah’s face as her lips slid up and down my stiff shaft, lit by the flickering candles, and recalled the first time she had done this to me. I smile every time I think of that day – a day that had started in anger, but had ended with us committed to each other. A commitment neither of us has regretted.

  Moving her body down, she lay between my legs and made herself comfortable, looking up at me as she continued to suck me slowly. Our eyes met, and she gave me a smile as she lifted her mouth and licked the sensitive tip, bringing another groan to my lips.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” she asked.

  “Oh, it feels incredible.”

  “Better than with Annie?”

  I smiled. “Annie? I don’t remember any Annie.”

  “Good answer.”

  I laughed. “Eight years later, and you still remember that?”

  “Like it was yesterday. Still makes me angry.”

  “Whoa. Then could you not think about it while your teeth are so close to my dick?”

  She laughed and gave me a lick. “Don’t worry, this makes me too happy to ever think of hurting it.”

  “That’s good to know.” I grinned.

  She slid her mouth down over me, and began to slowly bob her head, drawing me in and out, keeping her lips tight. She kept her eyes on mine, and the sight of my beautiful wife sucking my cock and looking up at me with love was almost overwhelming.