Friday night was date night for the Sparrows. Gina and Dave were
painting the town red, leaving their children home alone. At 16,
Sarah and Michael were old enough to be left to their own
devices, and were both mature enough to be trusted. Gina still
gave them "the talk" though; "No falling out. No fighting. Be in
bed at a reasonable time. If you have any friends over, make sure
they've left before we get home."


"Unless it's Mandy!" Dave chirped, miming a pair a bosoms and
nudging Michael. Michael turned beet red and stuffed his hands in
his pockets; he'd had a crush on Sarah's friend for ages.


"Dave!" Gina chastised, Sarah smirked. She knew her step-brother
fancied the pants off her friend, but he was too shy to do
anything about it.


"You be good you two." Gina kissed each on the forehead and
followed Dave out to the waiting taxi. Sarah waved as the taxi
pulled away, Michael climbed the stairs as his sister shouted
after him,


"Put your headphones on this time. It sounded like a warzone last
week!"


Michael grunted an affirmative as he closed his bedroom door and
turned on his PlayStation.


It was seven years ago that Michael's mother had died; cancer had
taken her before his 9th birthday, and he missed her still. Dave
met Gina two years later, waiting for their kids at the school
gates, they started chatting; Gina's husband had left her a year
earlier for some floozy at work, she still felt bitter about it,
and it had knocked her confidence somewhat, so she was taken
aback when Dave asked her out for coffee. At first she declined,
then, as Dave walked to his car after Michael, she chased after
him and grabbed his elbow.


"Sorry, sorry." She said breathlessly as she caught up to him,
"I'd love to. Have coffee with you I mean." She smiled up at him.


Startled, Dave smiled back. He had expected rejection, but this
was a twist he hadn't seen coming. "Tomorrow then? Before we pick
the kids up? Here?" He pointed to the little coffee shop he'd
parked in front of.


"Sounds great." She beamed. "It's a date."


Dave told Michael in the car, he knew of Gina's daughter, she was
friends with a girl he fancied at school and he was in a few of
the same classes as her; she seemed nice, although he'd never
really spoken to her. He only had eyes for Mandy.


As Dave and Gina's love for each other grew, so too did Michael
and Sarah's friendship; they were frequently at each other's
houses until the day their parents married and moved in together.
They had decided to get a new home; selling their own houses and
discarding the painful memories that went with them. As both
houses were mostly paid for with either divorce settlements or
life insurance, they could afford to move to a nicer
neighbourhood too.


Although Michael was now friends with Sarah, he was no closer to
Mandy; his shyness always got in the way whenever he got close to
even speaking to her. There was more competition for him at
school too; the other boys had noticed that Mandy's blouse was
tighter in the areas that mattered, Sarah, although not flat
chested herself, was slightly jealous of the attention that
Mandy's expanding bosom garnered. Mandy loved the attention,
especially from older boys. Michael hardly registered on her
radar.


In his room, Michael donned his headphones and retreated into his
video game world, fully immersed and oblivious to his
surroundings. Downstairs, the doorbell rang, Sarah answered the
door to Mandy, escorted by two guys, one with his arm around
Mandy's waist, the other trying his hardest not to look like a
third wheel.


"You alone chick?" Mandy walked in the door, followed by her mini
entourage, "This is Andy and Tony." They both nodded, "Tony's
mine, Andy's his mate." With little ceremony, Mandy dragged Tony
to the couch and pulled him next to her.


They watched TV, Tony kissing Mandy, his hands wandering all over
her curvaceous form and feeling her breasts under her sweater.
Andy sat quietly, stealing glances at Sarah. Sarah tried not to
notice his furtive looks, but she smiled sweetly at him when
their eyes met.


The sounds of Mandy and Tony's kissing were distracting enough,
but when his hand found her pussy, she moaned as he slipped his
finger in. "Not here!" Mandy panted. She stood up dragging him
towards the stairs, "Do you mind?" She asked Sarah.


"Go ahead, just don't make a mess." Sarah sighed, then returned
her attention to the TV and Andy's sly peeks as her friend
clattered up the stairs to Sarah's bedroom, an obviously excited
Tony followed in her wake.


Tony pushed the bedroom door shut as Mandy sat on the bed and
removed her top, revealing breasts that strained against their
silky prison. Tony removed his t-shirt and sat next to Mandy,
kissing her as she loosened his belt. "Gently!" She said as he
squeezed her breasts through the thin fabric.


She unclasped her bra and lay back on the bed. Tony lay next to
her, his hand stroking from her belly to her soft bosom and
tweaking her nipple as it responded to his touch. He sucked it as
his hand moved down her body and under the waistband of her
skirt, flicking her nipple with his tongue whilst his fingers
traced the outline of her lips through her panties.


Downstairs, Andy was still switching his attention between the TV
and Sarah, although his mind was on Mandy. Sarah knew she was
playing second fiddle to her friend; Mandy always had boys
chasing her, although it was only recently she'd been letting
them catch her, and judging from the noises coming from Sarah's
bedroom, she'd just let someone come close enough to get her to
orgasm.


Andy was looking towards the stairs, listening intently to the
sounds of lust drifting down. He shifted uncomfortably in his
seat and Sarah noticed the bulge in his pants. She was also
getting aroused from her friends moaning, moving next to Andy,
she put a hand on his thigh and kissed him. He kissed back as her
hand moved to his crotch, feeling his hardness.


Mandy was on her back, breathing hard, Tony's head between her
legs and her hands intwined in his hair. He moved up her body,
kissing her, pausing to suck each nipple, then kissing her neck
as he lined his cock up to her waiting pussy. His penis parted
her and she gasped, he slowed his entrance, not wanting to hurt
her when she stopped him. "I'm not ready." She said quietly, "I
can't do this now." Tony was disappointed, but he slipped out and
rolled onto his back. Mandy swung one leg over his chest and
backed her pussy up his face, "Eat me again." She whispered as
she licked the length of his straining member. It didn't take
long for Tony to pump his seed into her mouth and she cried out,
covering his face with her juices as she came over him.


Michael had taken off his headphones to use the toilet and,
hearing bed springs creaking and breathless moans, he had spied
movement on his sister's bed through the crack in the door.
Forgetting about his need to pee, he peered closer, the knot in
his stomach moving up to his heart, compressing his chest, as he
realised that the girl currently in the throes of passion was the
very same girl he fantasised about almost constantly. He watched
as Tony took Mandy over the edge, his tongue tasting her juices
as she gripped his hair, pulling him into her as she cried out.
Michaels own cock betrayed him, begging for attention as the
object of his affection climaxed for another man. He went to the
bathroom in need of a release, but not the kind he'd set out for.
On his way, he heard a grunt from downstairs as another man
achieved at the hands of his sister, what he hoped to gain by his
own.


The girls cleaned up. Michael lay in bed, visions of Mandy
running through his head. He heard goodbyes, kisses, and the
front door closed as Mandy, Tony and Sarah's new boyfriend, Andy,
left. She climbed the stairs, looked in on Micheal, who had his
back to the door, then she went to bed.


Michael woke to the sound of the front door being closed
clumsily, followed by his dad and step-mum trying to climb the
stairs without being heard. They failed; seeming to find every
creaking step and floorboard as they crept into their room and
erupted in fits of giggles. His step-mother's giggles turned to
moans, then to screams as the bed springs squeaked to a crescendo
and ended with a deep, satisfied sigh. Michael's thoughts turned
back to Mandy as a softer sound drifted through the thin walls;
Sarah was trying to be quiet as she worked herself to her own
climax. Michael erupted without even touching himself, the
friction of his sheets was enough to make him explode. In
minutes, the four of them were sound asleep.


The next Friday brought more of the same; their parents went out,
Michael went to his room to play video games (although this time
he only covered one ear with his headphones.) And Mandy came
round with the boys in tow, disappearing upstairs with Tony as
the pair became more amorous.


Michael heard them rush up the stairs this time, the door to
Sarah's bedroom locked behind them. The wall between the bedrooms
offered little privacy though, as Michael pushed his ear to it,
listening intently as clothing was unzipped and discarded.
Mandy's breathing became heavier as she screamed "Yes! God, yes!.
Eat me! Fuck yes! Yes! That's so good."


"Did you bring one?" Mandy asked Tony.


Michael heard Tony say "Yes." at the same time as his sister
screamed it downstairs, Andy's hand was under her skirt, working
her into a frenzy. Upstairs, a condom had been produced, rolled
on, and was making it's way towards Mandy's slick pussy. She
guided him in, gasping as his swollen cock parted her lips and
gently pushed through her waiting hymen. She braced herself for
the momentary pain, and Tony stopped until she was ready, which
she announced with "What are you waiting for? Fuck me!"


Tony lasted two minutes. Michael, less; he was cleaned up and
back in his bedroom before Tony emerged to use the bathroom.


For the next few Fridays, things carried on like this, although
Sarah had taken Andy in her mouth the last couple of times, she
had never allowed him to penetrate her with anything other than
his fingers. Andy was getting frustrated, but he stayed with
Sarah for Tony's sake, whilst also hoping that the rumours about
Mandy were true. Hearing her cries of passion drifting down the
stairs, he certainly believed they were.


Despite her only losing her virginity weeks ago, there had been
stories circulating about Mandy's promiscuity long before; none
of them were true and at least one was started by Mandy herself,
but she loved the attention they brought, she thought they gave
her an air of experience and sophistication. What the boys
actually thought of her was far more crude, with the nicest word
used to describe her being "easy."


Sarah was on her back on the couch, her panties discarded. Andy
sucked her juices from his fingers and lay on top of her, "Not
yet." She whispered.


"Then when?" Came Andy's impatient reply.


"I can't do it now. Not here. I'm not ready."


"Whatever." Andy said, dejected although not really bothered; he
was waiting for his chance with Mandy, Sarah was merely a
distraction for him, a starter before his main course.


"I'm going to the toilet." He said, standing and walking upstairs
in his boxers. Mandy's moans were getting louder as he approached
Sarah's bedroom, and he realised the door was slightly ajar.
Peeking through the gap, he saw Mandy on top of Tony, her head
bobbing up and down on his cock, his hands reaching round her
lower back and his head between her legs.


Andy watched for a few moments, then his penis started thinking
for him; seizing his chance, he entered the room. As Tony removed
his head, Andy pushed his rigid tool into her, she groaned around
Tony's cock, lost in lust as Andy started to fuck Mandy slowly.
Her orgasm built as Andy picked up his pace, she hadn't realised
Andy was fucking her until she felt a pair of hands on her
breasts and another pair on her waist, but she was too far gone
by then to care.


Tony blew his load in her mouth, she gulped his offering, his
spent cock falling from her lips. Another orgasm ripped through
her and she cried out as Andy exploded into her, grunting as he
forced his seed into her wanton pussy.


Mandy collapsed on the bed and rolled onto her back, her chest
heaving, Andy lay on her left side, Tony to her right, each
cupped a breast in their hand. She reached out, pulled their
heads to her bosom, and both boys started to suck on her nipples.


Mandy knew that Tony was only with her for the sex; he wasn't
steady boyfriend material, just someone who could put some truth
into the rumours about her. A means to a sordid end. Now that she
had also snared Andy in her honey trap, she felt empowered. Both
boys would either fight over her, or continue to pleasure her.
For the meantime, they were toys to do as she pleased with. She
wasn't the used, but the user.


Sarah was in the bathroom. Andy had been gone too long, and she'd
heard the cacophony of grunts coming from her bedroom; climbing
the stairs to see what had happened to Andy, she saw him
thrusting into Mandy while her friend sucked the cock of his.
Seemingly unnoticed, Sarah went into the bathroom and sat on the
toilet. Head in hands, she sobbed quietly. She'd been falling for
Andy, her heart gave an involuntary jump when she saw him, now
she felt it had shattered. She sat, her shoulders slumped, chest
hitching with each sob.


Gathering herself, she left the bathroom and walked towards the
stairs. She heard Andy laughing, his voice getting closer to the
doorway; she couldn't face him. She slipped quietly into
Michael's room and closed the door silently, waiting in the
shadows as Andy passed the door. Michael was startled, he was
stood still, his ear pressed to the wall in the dark, holding his
breath. In the bathroom, Andy turned on the taps, masking the
sound of Sarah's departure, and Michael's exhalation.


As the water ran, Sarah made her way back downstairs, passing her
bedroom and it's current occupants, oblivious to her presence.
She lay on the couch, pretending to sleep as her guests cleaned
up and left, trying not to rouse her. "What do I tell her?" She
heard Andy say.


"Leave it to me." Mandy said. "I'll let her down gently. We'll
have to keep this quiet though! I don't want people thinking I'm
a slag!"


"No, just a cheap, boyfriend stealing tart!" Sarah thought.


They closed the door quietly and made their way down the street,
laughing, leaving Sarah on her own, she started to cry.


Michael sat at the top of the stairs, his heart was aching for
his step-sister. He wanted to chase after Andy and beat him
senseless for the way he'd treated Sarah, but he knew it would do
no good. Instead, he descended the stairs, sat to next to her and
put his arm around her. She turned, put her head on his shoulder
and cried harder as her emotions ran rampant. Michael gently
brushed the hair from her face behind her ear and kissed her
forehead. Holding her close as sobs racked through her, he kissed
her ear and inhaled the scent of her hair. Sarah's sobbing
subsided, although she still held tightly to Michael as though he
were an anchor tethering her to the ground. Soothing her, his
hand ran through her hair and he placed a tender kiss on her
earlobe.


Sarah felt something change. The dynamics of their relationship
shifted exponentially as her heart began to race. Michael was
oblivious of her heart's metamorphosis until she raised her head
and looked into his eyes with what looked like hunger. They gazed
at each other for a second, Sarah made her next move before she'd
thought it through properly, but she knew what she wanted, and
she needed it now. Pulling him closer, their lips met and she
kissed him. Stunned at first, he responded by trying to pull
away, but his resistance faded almost immediately, he kissed
back, mouth open, eyes closed and hands wandering as time and
space ceased to matter.


The sound of lock penetrated by key snapped them back to reality.
They parted quickly, guilt replaced lust as Sarah jumped to the
opposite side of the couch and hastily straightened her t-shirt.
"Oh Shit!" Gina exclaimed, stumbling through the door. "What are
you two still doing up?" She hadn't noticed anything untoward,
Gina was too busy concentrating on forward motion.


"It was a long film Mum." Sarah replied as Gina shakily
approached the stairs. Dave followed, he'd obviously not had as
much to drink as his wife, who was holding on to the newel post
in a bid to stay upright.


"Hi guys." Dave said. "I'd better get rummy here to bed. Make
sure you switch all the lights off before you come up." He bid
them goodnight, then helped Gina up the stairs and into their
bedroom.


Sarah looked at Michael and saw the boy she'd seen as her brother
for the last five years. He looked confused, she didn't know what
had come over her, he was still trying to process it. The silence
was starting to get uncomfortable when she blurted out "I'm
sorry!" She looked at her feet, embarrassed. "I don't know how it
happened. I was upset and. You, and. I don't know..." She started
to cry and Michael held her shoulders.


"It's okay." He said quietly. "I heard what happened with Andy.
You were just upset and confused and we lost control for a
second." Sarah was sure he was trying to rationalise it more for
himself, and she thought it could possibly be true, but she had
butterflies in her stomach and she was fighting the urge to kiss
him again. Michael broke the spell by kissing her on the cheek.
She brightened instantly.


"Let's go to bed." He said.


"Yours or mine?" She said cheekily, although deep down she was
hoping for an either/or answer, hoping to feel his warmth against
her body as they slept.


"Best be our own tonight." He answered sensibly, her imagination
taking hold of the last word.


"Tonight?" She thought, "Why did he say tonight? Where do we go
from here? Is this going to be hanging over us every time I touch
him? What? How?"


Michael turned off the lights and followed Sarah upstairs. At the
top, he kissed her cheek and they said goodnight, she let his
hand linger on her bum for a second, then she turned and entered
her own bedroom.


He lay on his back, the sound of their parent's snores drifting
through the wall to his left, the sound of his step-sister's
ragged breathing and her headboard softly thumping the wall to
his right. There was a muffled cry as she came, the edge of her
duvet clamped between her teeth to lessen the noise, as the
fantasy of Michael doing to her what she'd just done to herself
rampaged through her mind.


Saturday morning felt no different to any other; Sarah awoke
feeling refreshed and happy. She stripped her bedclothes, hoping
never to see them again. She was due a new set anyway and vowed
that she'd get some today in town. Downstairs, Dave was making
breakfast; the smell of frying bacon was the only sure-fire way
of getting his son up early on a weekend, and today was no
exception. Michael came down the stairs, drawn by the siren song
of sizzling sausages. Sarah put her sheets in the washing machine
and sat at the table next to Michael. She held his hand, squeezed
it momentarily and said "Thanks."


"For what?"


"Being there for me." She kissed his cheek, a spark of
electricity jumped between them, her heart fluttered and she let
go of his hand, fearing she'd lose control again. Michael felt it
too, the feelings of regret and shame dwindling the longer she
sat next to him.


"You two can go into town on your own today." Dave said from the
stove, "Your mother is feeling a little, shall we say, delicate,
after last night's frolics. I'll drop you off if you want?"


"We'll get the bus dad." Michael said, Sarah smiled at him
sweetly, inside, she was nervous and jubilant; left alone,
together, could she control herself? Would people know what had
gone on between them if they saw them out together? She decided
that she was being silly; she was only out shopping with her
brother at the end of the day, and it had only been one kiss.


As it happened, she had nothing to fear; Michael was as
apprehensive as Sarah about being together alone. They chatted
about it on the bus, talking quietly, though none of their fellow
passengers were remotely interested in the love lives of
teenagers. 


Over a coffee, sat at a table near the window, Michael spotted
Mandy. She was walking up the street with Tony and Andy either
side. "Put your hood up." Michael urged Sarah.


"Why? Ah!" She quickly pulled up the hood of her sweater as Tony
opened the door for Mandy and the three of them walked to the
counter. "Shit! Did they see me?"


"Don't think so. I don't think they recognised you, and I've
never been properly introduced to those two anyway.


"Don't think you will now." Sarah said chuckling. "Should we get
out of here?"


"Let them sit down first, then we can escape."


"Good idea."


The group ordered drinks and sat on the easy chairs behind them,
close enough so Michael and Sarah could hear every word of their
conversation.


"I've changed my mind. She's my best mate." Mandy said, "This is
your doing, you'll have to tell her."


"Well what am I supposed to say?" Andy said, "I didn't fancy you,
I was only after your mate who, by the way, doesn't really care
that she fucked your boyfriend and was really hoping for a
threesome with him and his mate. Really sorry about that!"


"There's no need to be so crude, Andy." She snapped, "Just tell
her she's not what you're in to and it wouldn't be fair on her to
carry on."


"Ooh, that's good." Tony piped up. "You should be one of them
agony aunts."


"Except she's the one causing the agony." Sarah said under her
breath.


"I'll text her that then." Andy took out his phone, Sarah shot a
panicked look at Michael, who started to get up, but Mandy put
her hand over Andy's.


"Not now!" She said, "It'll look a bit suspect if you do it now!
Wait until Tuesday at least."


"S'pose you're right." Andy returned the phone to his pocket,
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. Mandy knew Sarah's text tone; if
Mandy heard her phone go off in her bag, she'd have to face them,
and she wasn't up to that yet.


"Anyway. About tonight." Mandy said, changing the subject, "If
you want to try anal, we'll need a butt plug to loosen me up
first. And are you two coming in to help me choose it?"


Michael nearly choked on the last of his coffee, Sarah gulped
her's down, grabbed her shopping and made for the door. Outside,
they erupted into fits of laughter, Sarah supporting herself on
her step-brother as he doubled over against the wall.
Straightening up, he looked into his sister's eyes and felt their
gravitational pull. Their mouths met, he hugged her tighter,
their breath steaming up the inside of her hood as tongues
intwined.


"Jesus! Get a room!" Someone said as they bumped past the
embracing couple. They parted, both looking towards the figures
who had passed and saw Mandy's back, with her minions in tow.
Sarah and Michael walked in the opposite direction and caught the
bus home.


At home Dave had bought take-out, Gina wasn't up to cooking, her
hangover still evident. They sat watching a movie, though Sarah's
attention wasn't on it, she was thinking of Michael's kiss near
the coffee shop. Her hand went to her breast as her heart
faltered, nipples pushing at her brassiere. She pushed her thighs
together, sure that someone would notice her arousal. Michael
had, but he wasn't letting on, he was busy concealing his own
with a cushion.


On Monday, Sarah was determined to take at least one bull by the
horns; she texted Andy, firing the first shot across his bow,
"Hey stud. Don't think we're working out, you're not what I'm in
to and it's not fair on me."


She got a reply after two minutes which read, "Fk U frigid bitch
x"


"Aww, he put a kiss on it too." She thought, sending her own
reply of, "Give my love to Mandy. Tell her she can keep you and
not to bother coming to my house again!" She sent the text, then
blocked his number. 


She showed Michael the messages when she got home. "Wow!" He
said, "I can see what you saw in him. A proper charmer if you ask
me!"


The week passed by without incident, although Sarah still
couldn't shake the thought of that kiss, then Friday night
happened. As Gina and Dave left, Sarah turned to Michael, "Can
you stay downstairs with me?" She pleaded, "We can watch whatever
you want." Michael nodded, grabbed the remote and sat on the
couch. Sarah went upstairs to change into her pyjamas.


Sarah sat on one end of the couch, feet curled under her bottom.
Michael sat on the other end, flicking through the channels. When
he found something that looked interesting he lay back. Sarah
extended her legs and reclined on the couch, placing her feet in
Michael's lap. He stroked them absently, tickling and rubbing her
soles gently. Mandy exhaled with a satisfied sigh, without
thinking, the hand resting on her thigh rose to the crotch of her
pyjamas. Michael continued to rub her feet, moving in longer
strokes past her ankle, to her calf and back down her shin. He
pushed the leg of her pyjama bottoms up as his hand brushed up
her leg to the back of her knee. She shuffled her bum towards him
slowly, his hand now stroking her thigh as she moved closer. His
touch sent shivers up her like an electric current running
through her body, his fingers now drawing slow circles on her
inner thigh.


Michael's attention had been mostly on the TV when his
step-sisters feet landed in his lap; while he stroked them, he
noticed that, not only was she moving closer and starting to
writhe as his hand moved further up her leg, but her hand was
under the waistband of her PJs. His fingers moved in small
circles towards her crotch and he could feel the movement of her
hand on her pussy through her soft cotton pants.


Sarah could take no more; the tension and pent-up frustration was
too much for her. Swiftly, she removed her hand from her pussy
and, arching her back, pushed her PJ bottoms down. Michael's hand
returned to her thigh and she reached out for it, guiding it
towards her glistening vulva. His finger traced the length of her
slit and she whispered, "Please."


"But..." He said as she opened her legs and, reaching for his
hand again, she parted her lips with his finger. Her felt her
heat, her pulse racing and her breath quickening as his finger
penetrated her, slipping easily into her wet pussy. She grabbed
his wrist, holding him there as she fucked herself on his hand.
His thumb pressed on her clit gently and she ground herself into
him. Breathless moans and growls escaped her lips as her orgasm
washed through her and covered Michael's hand.


She lay back, panting, Michael's finger still inside her. He was
sitting uncomfortably, his constricted erection making a painful
tent in his boxers. Removing his hand, he rearranged himself,
Sarah watched, propped up on her elbows as her step-brother
repositioned. Comfortable, although his cock was unmistakably
hard, he looked at his hand, then to his step-sister, who was
sitting upright with one leg on the couch, the other on the
floor, the small patch of hair above her lips twinkled with her
juices. She reached out to Michael, taking the hand which had
pleasured her, and sucked each finger provocatively; Michael
nearly came in his pants as her tongue played with each digit,
her eyes never leaving his.


She moved in front of him, kneeling between his legs, looking
into his eyes as she untied his sweatpants. He bent forward to
kiss her, tasting her sweetness on her lips and tongue. He moved
to the edge of the couch, her thumbs hooked into his waistband
and removed his pants. Taking hold of his rigid cock, she smiled,
stroking and squeezing him as he reclined. She licked the bead of
pre-cum from the end of his penis, causing him to shiver, then
she played her tongue around his head. Michael groaned as Sarah
took him in her mouth, her hand pumped his shaft, the other
cupped and caressed his balls, her tongue licking and flicking
his head. She could tell he was close, his hands gripped the edge
of the seat as his first spurt hit the roof of her mouth, the
rest covered her face and hair as his seed gushed.


Michael lay back with a satisfied grin on his face, Sarah wiped
her face with a tissue and sat next to him, cum drying in her
hair, her head resting on his shoulder. "Wow sis!" He said,
"Where do we go from here?"


"I'm not sure." She said, "I've never felt like this. I thought I
was falling in love with Andy, but it never felt this way,
it's..."


"Intense?" Michael finished.


"Yeah! I think so. I thought I could get it out of my system, but
I just can't explain it."


"What do we tell mum and dad?" He said worriedly.


"We can't! It'd kill them. Maybe it's just something we needed to
do, like a phase or something. This time next week we'll be back
to normal and..."


"Not in each other's pants?" He laughed, she punched him
playfully on the shoulder.


"I'm going for a shower." She stood up and ran a hand through her
cum matted hair. "Don't get any ideas!"


"Wouldn't dream of it sis." He said. "Wouldn't want you to think
I was easy." She punched his shoulder again and dashed upstairs.


Michael pulled up his pants as the sound of water and his
step-sister's singing drifted down. His mind conjured images of
soapy bubbles running over her breasts, down her body to her
pussy and silky thighs, his cock was hard again and he tried in
vain to push the pictures out of his head. He hoped that Sarah
was was right; that this was just a phase, a fling, a passing
moment of insanity. But his heart wanted to be with her again.


Sarah's thoughts mirrored those of her step-brother; she thought
it was just a moment of weakness that had pushed them together, a
rebound fling after Andy, but her feelings for Michael were
growing stronger, the wetness she felt between her legs had
nothing to do with the shower. She touched herself, thinking of
Michael touching her earlier, hoping that he would come into the
bathroom and take her in the shower; water cascading off their
backs as he filled her over and over again. The radio played, she
sang along, trying to take her mind off things.


Michael was dozing on the couch when their parents arrived home,
the TV still on. Sarah was in her bed, unable to sleep, hundreds
of thoughts crashing around her head. Dave roused Michael,
spotted the stains on his sweatpants and said quietly in his
son's ear, "If you've got to watch porn kiddo, at least do it
your room. What if your sister came in here?"


"She did." Michael thought, but put on his best puppy-dog face
when he answered, "Yeah, sorry dad."


"Well get to bed, and don't let it happen again. And get those
pants in the washer before your mother sees!"


Michael dashed upstairs to his room, Dave chuckled to himself.
"What's so funny?" Gina asked from the kitchen doorway.


"Boys." He said, Gina nodded as if she understood, turned off the
kitchen light and followed her husband up to bed.


As Michael and her parents slept, Sarah lay on her side hugging
her duvet, the thumb she had stopped sucking when she was four
was between her lips, her other hand clamped between her thighs.
She drifted off; dreaming of running away with Michael to a place
where nobody knew them and no-one could judge them.


Over the next month, they agreed to keep their hands off each
other. Sarah had told Michael about her rebound theory and he
agreed that they should try to cool it off before it went too
far. She felt sad about it; the new feelings she had for Michael
hadn't dwindled, and she thought about him constantly; he'd set
her heart aflame.


Half way through the following month, a wedding invitation
arrived, addressed to Dave, the daughter of a cousin of his was
to be wed. The reception was to be held in a hotel, so Gina and
Dave decided to book a family room there. Finding the family
rooms booked up, Dave managed to get a double room for them and a
twin for Michael and Sarah. "You guys don't mind sharing a room
do you?" Dave asked. Michael looked apprehensively at Sarah. Dave
misread their look and put his arm around his son's shoulders,
"Don't worry kiddo, she won't cramp your style, and if you do
pull a lass, Sarah can sleep in our room for five minutes." Dave
laughed, Michael looked embarrassed, elbowing his dad softly in
the ribs.


"Ha, ha. Very funny dad." He said, pulling away. "We'll be fine
as long as she doesn't hog the shower."


The day of the wedding arrived and they drove across town in
their finery; Dave and Michael in dark grey suits, Gina in a
long, dark blue figure hugging dress, Sarah in a shorter, red
dress which showed off her legs. In the back of the car, Michael
couldn't help but look at Sarah's legs, she kept them together,
knees pointed towards him. It took all his willpower to not reach
over and touch them, caress them, to explore what was beyond the
hem of her dress.


Sarah had seen her step-brother's looks, but while he was
transfixed on her legs, she was thinking of how handsome he
looked in his suit. Michael and Dave had been forced by Gina to
buy new suits on their last family outing to town. Dave's old
suit buttons were somewhat strained, and Michael had grown out of
his. Both men came out of the changing room in identical suits,
Michael's resemblance to his mother showing more now that they
were both dressed the same. "Ooh!" Gina said, "If I were twenty
years younger and not married to his father."


"Eww! Mum!" Sarah squealed, but she felt butterflies as she saw
Michael standing there, embarrassed.


As they got out of the car, Michael stole a look at Sarah as her
dress followed every curve. Her shapely legs seemed to stretch
forever in her matching high heels. He could feel stirring in his
boxers.


A tear rolled down Sarah's cheek as the vows were spoken, Michael
wiped it away with the back of his finger and she smiled at him.
He passed her the hanky from his suit pocket, it was red to match
her dress. She dabbed a tear from her other cheek, then held it
in both hands at her front, idly feeling the silky cloth on her
fingertips. As the newly married couple swept up the aisle, she
wiped away more tears. She reached back for Michael's hand and he
took it in both of his, warmth radiated up her arm from his
touch, comforting and grounding her.


The congregation filed out into the warm summer air; photographs
were already being taken and Dave decided it would be an ideal
time to check in to the hotel. He wasn't the first with that
idea, he found himself at the back of a queue, shuffling slowly
to the front. The clerk checked their booking, two double rooms
had been booked, the twin rooms had gone and only two doubles
with a connecting door were available. Sarah didn't mind, Michael
said that they'd roll up a spare duvet and put it in the middle,
Sarah agreed. "Are you two alright with that?" Gina asked.


"Yeah mum, we'll be fine." Sarah answered, "It's only Michael. We
were going to be sleeping in the same room anyway, and the bed is
big enough."


Placated, Gina shrugged and Dave paid for the rooms. Photos were
still being taken while they dropped the luggage in their rooms
and freshened up.


The reception was fun, Dave bought a bottle of wine, pouring
glasses for Sarah and Michael, although both of them spent more
time on the dance floor than drinking. While their parents
danced, they sat at the table, Sarah resting her feet; she wanted
nothing more than to kick her shoes off and have Michael rub
them. She was about to ask him when a girl approached; she looked
at least two years younger and wore a pretty blue dress. Sarah
smiled at her as she turned to Michael and asked him to dance, he
was about to decline when Sarah said "Go on! My feet are killing,
I'm not getting up for a while." The girl grabbed his hand and
dragged him to the floor.


The party tunes were in full swing when Michael had sat down; but
now this girl had coaxed him up, the DJ had slowed the tempo.
Eric Clapton played 'Wonderful Tonight' and the girl put her
hands on Michael's shoulders, he held her waist. Sarah could see
that the pair were talking while they danced, her hands caressing
his neck as his hands slowly slipped around her waist. By the
time the song was finished, she stood on tiptoes to kiss him; as
he kissed back, the stem of Sarah's wineglass shattered. 


She hadn't noticed her hand gripping the glass as her
step-brother danced with this stranger. She tried to work out why
she'd done it; was it jealousy? She wasn't sure, although the
urge to snap this girl's neck like a twig had dissipated when her
glass shattered. Dampness on her leg brought her back with a
thump; her wineglass lay on the table, it's contents spilled and
dripping off the edge. "I think you need a refill there kiddo."
Dave said as he returned to the table. He didn't ask why the
glass was broken, he just took an unused one from the next table.


Dave looked over to where Sarah was staring and saw Michael
dancing with the girl in the blue dress. "You lost your dancing
partner to her?" He asked jokingly.


"Looks like he's having fun." She replied.


"Then straighten your face and let's hit that floor." He said,
grabbing her hand and swinging her out of her chair. Her
throbbing in her feet was forgotten as Dave and Sarah danced
towards Michael. As a they reached the couple, Dave said to the
girl, "Lisa? My, I haven't seen you since you were this high."
His hand left his step-daughter's waist and hovered three feet
off the ground. "How old are you now?"


"Fourteen." She answered, "Fifteen in six months."


"Wow!" Dave said, "You've grown up fast." He spun Sarah around so
he faced Michael, then asked in a posh voice, "Excuse me sir, but
may I dance with this charming young lady?" Michael laughed, took
Lisa's hands in his, took one step back and bowed. Dave stepped
in, holding Lisa as though he were about to waltz, he danced
away, chatting to her as they swayed.


Michael and Sarah stood awkwardly for a second, then he held her
waist. She put her arms around him and they danced to the edge of
the dance floor, her head resting on his shoulder.


Gina was sat at the table when they arrived, the broken glass had
been cleared away. "Where's Dave gone to?" She asked.


"Dancing with some girl." Sarah replied, Michael thought he
detected a tone of jealousy in her voice.


Dave appeared behind her. "That girl," he said, "Is my mother's
sister's daughter's daughter. Which, I think, makes her your
second cousin? I'm not sure on the mechanics."


"Kissing cousins!" Sarah mocked Michael. "Didn't know you were a
redneck bro?"


"It was only a peck on the lips sis. It's not like I proposed or
anything."


'New York, New York' played, everybody that was left gathered in
a circle on the dance floor, with the Bride and Groom in the
centre as they all sang along. Kisses were given along with
promises to keep in touch which were inevitably broken, and the
room emptied.


Tired, they walked down the corridor to their rooms, exchanging
goodnight kisses as Michael and Sarah entered the first room.
Inside the room, Sarah closed their side of the interconnecting
doors; she heard the other door close and the lock click.


Michael had taken his tie off and was hanging his jacket when
Sarah pulled her hair over her shoulder and said, "Could you?",
presenting the back of her dress to him. He pulled the zip down
slowly, her perfume smelled stronger than before and he inhaled
it deeply. The fastener of her red lace bra brushed his fingers
and he slowed his descent, savouring the moment as he reached the
small of her her back and the final destination of the zip. His
hand carried on over the swell of her buttocks and she stepped
away, leaving his hand in mid-air.


She could feel her heart pounding as she took two steps away from
Michael then pushed her dress from her shoulders. It puddled on
the floor, revealing lacy red panties that matched her bra.
Michael's heart stopped. She reached back, unfastened her bra and
let it tumble to the floor, joining her dress in a scarlet heap.
She stood out of her discarded clothes and sat on the edge of the
bed. Michael knelt in front of her, taking her by the ankle, he
raised her foot to unbuckle the straps of her shoes. Unshod, she
walked into the bathroom, leaving Michael with the view of her
lace-clad buttocks as the door swung shut.


By the time Michael had undressed and washed, Sarah was lying on
her side under the duvet; the makeshift bolster lay at the foot
of the bed. He walked to his step-sister's side of the bed, said
goodnight and kissed her cheek, she stirred slightly, but said
nothing. As he climbed into his side, she touched her cheek and
smiled. He lay on his back, replaying the way she'd spoke about
Lisa in his head; he was sure he heard jealousy in her voice but
why? It was only a dance, and Sarah had pushed him into it.


Muffled noises from his parent's room drew his attention, "Shhh!"
Gina hissed.


"It's alright, they'll be asleep by now." Dave answered, Gina
giggled as someone moved on the bed, then she moaned. Michael
tried not to think about his parents having sex, but his mind
conjured images of Mandy on her knees as Tony rammed her from
behind. His hand went to his growing erection, Sarah's hand
joined it a second later and he felt her breath on his neck. He
turned his head towards her and she kissed him, her tongue
darting in his mouth. He turned on his side, one hand under her
pillow, the other reached up to caress her firm breasts. His
thumb rubbed her nipple as her hand stroked his cock. He kissed
and sucked her breasts, she rolled onto her back as he started to
kiss from her neck to her stomach. 


As he kissed lower, he found that she'd waxed, her mons smooth
and silky. She shivered as he kissed her there and moved between
her thighs. He kissed down her inner thighs, then back up to her
waiting pussy. He kissed her lips gently, probing her slit with
his tongue, licking her folds as he teased her open. Her
breathing was shallow and quick, anticipating his next move as
his tongue parted her, tasting the flood as he flicked her
clitoris and she muffled her cries with a pillow.


His finger entered her easily as he continued the onslaught on
her clit with his tongue, she cried out again, the headboard
softly bumping the wall from the room next door as both mother
and daughter came in unison. Sarah relinquished her thigh's grip
on Michael's head as she relaxed from her orgasm. He looked up,
she lay back, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her hands
reached down to touch his face and he crawled up her.


Sucking each sensitive nipple between his lips, she reached down
to feel his cock. "I don't have a condom." He whispered.


"It's okay," she said, "It should be safe now." She kissed him
and rolled on top.


The noise from next door had subsided, but Sarah and Michael were
in their own world, nothing mattered apart from them. They kissed
hungrily, Michael's erection pressed between their stomachs,
pulsing insistently. She rose, her knees either side of his chest
as his thumbs massaged the underside of her magnificent breasts
and his fingers rubbed against her nipples. Slowly, she lowered
herself onto Michael, raising as she felt pressure on her hymen,
then holding her breath as he pushed through. Taking his length
fully, she composed herself, rising until only his head parted
her, then she plunged slowly downward, feeling every ripple and
vein as he drove through her. She sped up, Michael holding onto
the headboard as Sarah pleasured herself on his invading tool.
Her back arched, head thrown back, hands gripping his shins
tightly as her orgasm ripped through her body.


She collapsed forward, covering his face with kisses and running
her hands through his hair. He held her tightly and rolled her
onto her back. Still impaled, he fucked her slowly, kissing from
her neck to her nipples, he nibbled them gently. Raising himself
up, Sarah held his arms as he thrust into her. Her heels locked
in the small of his back as her breath became laboured and her
orgasm built until Michael cried out, filling his step-sister's
womb as she cried out with him, her tight pussy milking him as
his seed flowed.


They held each other, kissing tenderly as his cock softened, then
withdrew. Their combined juices ran out of her swollen pussy, her
lips puffy and red. He rolled off her and onto his back, she
rolled onto her side and put her arm across his chest, feeling
his heart beating and dampness spreading underneath her on the
sheets. He put his arm around her, drew her closer and kissed her
soft lips. Her hair lay in damp strands across her forehead, he
brushed them away, and hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead
as her breasts pushed against his chest.


She turned over as he drifted off to sleep, his chest hair
tickled her back as she nestled into him, pulling his arm over
her and holding his hand between her breasts. She fell asleep and
dreamed again of escaping; another town, another country, another
planet, as long as she could hold on to him it wouldn't matter.


She woke, Michael's arm still around her, something else of his
also making it's presence known. She chuckled to herself, four
years ago, she never would have thought that she'd wake up to her
step-brother's morning wood poking her in the back. She looked at
the clock, it was 7am, "Morning sis." Michael said sleepily,
"Sorry." He shuffled his bum back, his hands still holding her
breast, her nipples responded.


"I need a shower." She said. "Do you want to do my back before we
return to reality?" Michael was wide awake, he kissed the nape of
her neck, then behind her ear. She flipped onto her back and
returned his kiss, her scent still on his face. His finger traced
from breast to pussy, finding her ready. She pushed him back and
sat up, "In the shower, dirty boy." She said, her kisses urgent
and hungry.


The water ran, and Michael found his imagination was a poor
substitute for reality. Before they had even entered the shower,
Sarah pounced on him, squeezing his buttocks as she kissed him
hard. He returned her squeezes, lifting her as she wrapped her
legs around him. He placed her on the edge of the sink unit,
probing her pussy with his tongue. She pulled his head into her,
drumming her ankles on his back as he sucked and flicked her
clit. Her chest heaving as she gasped in the humid air.


They kissed, he helped her off the sink and she stood on shaky
legs. She pulled him into the shower, her back against the cold
tiles as he lifted her again and guided his rigid cock into her
eager pussy. Her nails dug in his back as he thrust into her,
thighs clamped tight to his waist as she screamed through wave
after wave of orgasm, finally relaxing as the adrenaline subsided
and her feet touched the floor.


The water bounced off her breasts as she turned around and he
kissed her shoulder, fondling her bosom and stroking her sides as
she bent over to receive him from behind. She braced herself
against the wall as he entered her, he felt bigger than before,
harder, longer, or maybe it was because he was more in control
now. Michael started slowly, deliberately teasing her as the
water cascaded over her back, making sloshing noises as they
touched. She could feel her climax building, but he was still
frustratingly slow, she begged him to go faster, to fuck her, to
make her cum. With one hand on the tiles, she reached back,
grasping his thighs, urging him to take her over the edge. He
responded, his own orgasm building until he was thrusting into
her as she cried out, her surroundings forgotten as she begged
Michael to fill her. With one final push he erupted into her,
gripping her waist tightly as his semen pumped into Sarah's
willing cunt.


Spent, they washed and dried each other, mindful that this could
be the last time they would be able to enjoy each other as
lovers. Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, Sarah stopped
abruptly, Michael bumped into her and looked up from under his
towel. The connecting door stood open, and sitting on the edge of
the bed was Gina; she didn't look annoyed, just worried. As
Michael covered his privates, Gina asked, "So how long has this
been going on for?"


"Not long." Sarah said sheepishly. "Last night was the first time
we..." Gina stopped her.


"I heard! You've got quite a set of lungs on you my love. Do you
love each other?"


"Yes!" Michael answered, Sarah just smiled at her mum and nodded.


"Right." Gina said sternly, "Well, this can't carry on under our
roof, whilst you're there you are brother and sister. So where
does that leave us?"


Both teenagers shook their heads. Dave was in the doorway,
leaning against the jamb. "Do you think this love will last for
another two years?" He said, their parent's calmness about the
situation was worrying Sarah and Michael. "Because, we think
there is a way you two lovebirds can stay together if, and I mean
if, you can follow the rules."


"We've lived together for five years dad," Michael said, "I'm
sure we can make it another two." Sarah grabbed hold of Michael's
hand tightly.


"Right then." Dave said, "Gina?"


"We'll talk it over in the car." Gina said "Get packed and ready,
you've already had your showers I see." She winked at the pair
and led Dave out of the room.


In the car on the way home, ground rules were laid. Gina
understood that they had been thrown together by circumstance,
and that, as she'd fallen for Dave, so it was quite possible that
her daughter had also fallen head over heels for his son. Had
their parents never married, they wouldn't have been in this
predicament and their offspring would have been free to date. 


However, if Michael and Sarah were to remain a couple, they would
have to wait until Sarah, being the youngest by four months, was
eighteen. By then, they would both legally be adults, able to do
as they wished. 
They were still to sleep in separate rooms.
There was to be no bed-hopping when their parents were asleep.
Sarah was to go on the pill immediately.
Both Gina and Dave knew that while they were out, they couldn't
stop their kids having sex, but they were to abstain while they
were home.


As Gina read out the rules, Sarah held Michael's hand in the back
seat. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, letting her know that
everything was going to be okay. "How long have you known?" Sarah
asked.


"We thought something was up a few weeks after you split with
that Andy." Dave said, "The way you two have been around us
recently has been..."


"Awkward." Gina finished.


"Yeah." Dave carried on, "Then when that little green eyed
monster showed his face at the table yesterday, some of the
pieces fell together. I almost feared for little Lisa's life at
one point."


Michael looked at Sarah, she mouthed "Sorry." He squeezed her
hand.


Gina continued "And when we heard you last night, and again this
morning, it all made sense."


"Are you angry with us?" Sarah asked.


"No honey." Gina replied. "I'm just glad we found out before it
was too late and before anyone else knew about you and, if I'm
honest, I'm quite relieved; Michael is so much like his father,
that any woman would be daft not to fall for him."


"Aww, thanks babe." Dave said, Gina reached out and touched his
leg.


"So!" Gina said sternly. "Are we in agreement?" Both teenagers
nodded their heads, "Good. Then that's it; once you're both
eighteen, you're still as madly in love as you are now, and
Michael is earning proper wages when he's finished his
apprenticeship, we'll look into getting you both an apartment as
a joint birthday present."


"No!" Sarah squealed, Michael was speechless as Sarah threw her
arms around him and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek, then
leaned forward to kiss her mum.


"Yes." Gina smiled, "Dave and I have some money saved which we
were going to put towards deposits for houses or apartments when
you were old enough to fly the nest. We never thought we'd only
need the one payment though." A tear rolled her cheek. Sarah
kissed her mum again, followed by Michael, still dumbfounded.


On Monday, Gina made an appointment for Sarah at the doctors.
Sitting patiently in the waiting room next to her mother, she
heard a familiar voice. Lifting the magazine to cover her face,
she saw Mandy storm across the room, eyes red and tears streaming
down her face as Andy chased after her. "Babe!" He implored,
"We'll be fine..."


"Fine!" Mandy screamed, "Fine! I'll give you bloody fine. This is
all your fault! You're not the one carrying this baby! What's my
mum gonna say? She'll bloody kill me!"


"But?"


"But what? Eh? You don't even know it's yours! It might be
Tony's, and God knows where he's gone to!" She stormed off, Andy
following behind.


"Wasn't that?" Gina asked,


"Mandy." Sarah finished, "Yep. Sound's like one of her boyfriends
put a bun in her oven."


"One?" Gina was astonished. "How many does she have?"


"Well, she had her's, then she stole mine but kept hold of her's,
and the last time I saw her, she was shopping for sex toys with
both of them."


"Well I never!" Gina said. "Didn't Michael fancy her?"


"He wasn't her type." Sarah said, "She only goes for bad boys."


"And look where that got her!" Gina laughed. "Oh her poor
mother!"


Friday night came around again and Dave took them all out for a
meal; not only had he scored a big promotion, but one of his
colleagues was selling an apartment in town and Dave had bought
it. "It's a bit early isn't it?" Gina asked over dinner.


"Not really," Dave answered, "It's fully furnished, we can rent
it out until these guys are ready and I got a really great price
on it. If we get tenants in soon, it'll be virtually paid for by
the time the kids move in." Which, two years later, they did.


There were rumours that Michael and Sarah were Brother and
Sister, but Sarah had kept her mum's married name, throwing
possible snoopers off the scent, whilst they also had no
resemblance to each other, which made life much easier for the
pair. They married in a small ceremony when they were twenty
five. Dave and Gina continued to support them, especially when,
at twenty seven, Sarah bore them a grandchild.