Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Temptation ch 1,2,3,4


Keywords: incest fiction





   ~ Chapter 1 ~

   The class had ended and Sarah takes a long time to put her school
supplies into her bag.  The rest of the class has left as she slowly walks
to the front of the class.  "I really liked your lesson today Mr.  Mace."

   "Thank you Sarah, I noticed you weren't falling asleep during my class
today." says Mr.  Mace in his thick Irish accent.  He starts to gather his
books and pack up for the day.  "Is there something I can help you with
Sarah?  I noticed you are not running off with your friends.  Is something
the matter?" he asked scratching the base of his neck, a nervous trait
lingering from childhood.

   Sarah looks at her teacher with what appears as shyness in her sapphire
eyes.  Meanwhile, she was really being sly, over shy and checking out his
nicely toned arms and single ear ring.  "No, nothing." She starts to walk
out of the class as he stops her short.  By putting a gentle hand on her
shoulder he brings her back into his presence.  His warmth.

   "Surely something must be wrong.  You have not handed in anything this
week, and well, it's just not like you." Sarah looked up into his warm
brown eyes and crumpled into a close-by chair.  "Oh sir, I'm sorry.  It's
just that I have so much trouble concentrating at home.'' "And why is
that?" he inquired.  "I can't do this, I just can't.  I don't even really
know you.  I'm sorry sir, I have to go" she babbled on the verge of tears.

   Mr.  Mace folded her into a concerned hug, one of his hands cradling the
nape of her neck, and her short black pixie cut.  "It's alright Sarah, just
sit here, I'll get us something to drink.  We can talk this over."

   Mr.  Mace left the room, his bag and coat strewn on the table.  Sarah
automatically calmed down, though she was still a bit shaken.  Her
phenomenal acting fooling even herself.  Sarah had admired Mr.  Mace from
the first word that left his lips, which happened to be "Pleasure".  He had
greeted her class first day of the semester by addressing them, purring
"Pleasure to be teaching you this year." Sarah was transfixed at once. 
Knowing she must have this fantastic, tempting teacher.

   Not having many friends in college, she had no distractions to this
fascination.  As Sarah recalled their first meeting she now reached over to
his suede coat and blessed over the feel of it against her cheek.

   She heard footsteps approaching and the sound of a door opening.  "Well,
I couldn't find any water bottles, I hope Dr.  Pepper is ok?  I had to lift
them from Mrs.  Raynee's supply.  It's ok, she owes me one." He said with
cautious humor.  "Dr.  Pepper is my favourite." and it was.  Something she
didn't have to lie about.  But to get this man, she was going to have to be
stealthy, and patient.

   He looked reassured, and brought his chair over beside hers.  "Thank you
sir." she said, remembering herself.  "Enough of this `sir' nonsense, I'm
barely 5 years older than you.  When it's just us talking after class, you
can call me Nathan".  he consoled her.

   Score, 1 for Sarah she thought smirking internally.  Sarah covertly
glances at his suede coat again, this time wishing she could wear it, and
nothing else.  "Now, what seems to be troubling you?" he asked looking
concerned, and taking a sip of his brown pop.  Looking into his eyes Sarah
says "It's my brother.  Well, step brother.  He lives with us, and you
see...  I wish he didn't." she said the latter in a whisper.  "Why is it
that you don't want him to live with you, and your family?" "I think only
true, blood family should live together.  And he keeps reminding me how we
aren't family.  He won't let me forget it." Mr.  Mace looks uncomfortable,
but urges her to continue.  "I mean family doesn't do those things to each
other."

   There is a long pause in which tears slowly fall down Sarah's cheek. 
Mr. Mace moves a bit closer, pulling his handkerchief out of his breast
pocket, handing it to Sarah.  Waiting, as she wipes the tears away, he
enquires "Have you spoken to anyone else about this, like your parents?"

   "Pfff, yea." she bites with harsh sarcasm.  "My Mom hasn't been the same
since Dad passed away.  She's a shell of herself.  Lets Malcolm walk all
over her.  I don't know why she married that bastard." Sarah grumbled.

   "I'll take it Malcolm is your Step-father" Mr.  Mace mentioned,
connecting the dots.  "Yes," she answered defeatedly, "and his father. 
Nathan, I'm trapped at home, in this...  situation.  I don't know who to
turn to." Sarah confessed.

   Running his hand through his ginger hair Nathan exhaled, for it seemed
as if he had been holding his breath throughout the entire conversation. 
Instinctually he lifted up his coat and wrapped it around Sarah's
shoulders. Sitting back down he leaned back and said, more to himself "So
you came to me".  "Yes," she sighed "you are so easy to talk to.  I just
knew you wouldn't judge me.." Glancing up at Nathan, Sarah's eyes danced
across his.  He took a sharp intake of breath as her look drew him in.  She
was a fit, intelligent 22 year old woman, he was a charming, endearing 27
year old college teacher.  This was a possibility..  not wholly impossible.
Clearing his throat Mr.  Mace took a long drag of his drink, and threw
those notions out of his mind.

   "So does Malcolm give any special treatment to your bro- I mean,
step-brother?" he asked.  "If you mean `does he treat me like I don't
exist?' or make me wish I didn't, then yes." She bristled.  "He always
takes his side, and even when he knows Hayden is guilty he doesn't punish
him.  He gets away with everything." She said with a shiver.

   Nathan was overwhelmed.  This was not his job.  He was not equipped to
deal with this!  And yet, Sarah had opened up.  Why ship her off to a dozy
social worker now?  She might not open up again.  This was his
responsibility.

   "What does your step-brother do that bothers you so?" he asked. 
"Well..." Sarah says hesitantly.  "In the past he...  he's touched me.  He
hasn't gone so far for me to call the cops, or have any proof...  but he
has touched me before."

   Nathan's eyes widened "You haven't told anyone about this?!  Why?"
"Well...  it's embarrassing.  Most people would even call it incest.  I
can't have people knowing!  You won't tell anyone will you?" she pleaded.

   "I have to tell someone, we have to stop this!  It's not right, he is
taking advantage of you!" "But sometimes...  I don't want to, but I can't
control that...  sometimes I like it." Sarah blushed deeply.  "I don't want
him to touch me ever again Nathan, what do I do?" she asked frantically.

   "Well...well..." Nathan started, nervously trying to hold back his
primal desire.

   "That it is common in sexual harassment cases for the victim to feel
enjoyment during a small portion of the attack.  It has been proven by many
studies.  Aside from that, your step-brother is using you, and it needs to
stop." he ended forcefully.

   There was a pause where the only sounds were Sarah sobbing lightly,
Nathan's foot tapping on the floor, and the click of the second hand of the
clock.  "I might have an idea." he said.  "Oh please tell me, I can hardly
stand it anymore!" she begged desperately.  "I don't know if it is even
possible yet, so I will not raise your hopes.  I will tell you tomorrow,
after class, once I clear some things up." Nathan promised.

   "Oh thank you Mr.  Mace!  Thank you!" Sarah sniffed as she hugged him
tightly.  Nathan was still seated and Sarah had sat on his lap as she gave
him the grateful embrace.  The pressure of her shapely body against his got
the attention of his lower body.  He gave her a quick hug back and got
caught up in the perfume of her hair.

   `Stop it Nathan, you know better' he scolded himself.  Just then she
brightened up, grabbed her bag and exited the classroom, leaving him with a
semi, and a conundrum. 
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Sarah walked in the next day to see Nathan glance up at her as she took her
seat.  He wrote chapters to review on the board and gave the class some
questions to complete and hand in.  While she was working Sarah saw her
studious Irish love interest taking quick lustful gazes at her.

   She smirked covertly to herself.  Sarah's plan was working.  Soon "Mr.
Mace" would be putty in her hands.  She finished off her class work and
walked up to his desk.  As Sarah passed her work to Nathan he reached out
to grab the paper.  In one swift motion she let go and stroked the top of
his hand, ever-so-lightly, sending a shiver up Nathan's arm, then down his
torso...  He looked up at her as she walked, with an air of confidence,
back to her seat.  Sarah was in control, and she knew it.

   The class went on as though nothing had happened, and to them, it never
had.  Meanwhile Nathan was scolding himself for reacting in such a way to
one of his students.  It just wasn't professional.  Nathan had had students
gaze longingly at him before, even blushing as he looked their way, but
this...  This was a whole new creature entirely.  Class ended and Sarah
took extremely long putting her belongings away once more.  Once all of her
classmates had gone she glided over to Mr.  Mace's desk and dragged a chair
over to get comfortable.

   "Hello Sarah." "Nathan" she replied.  "Now I looked into getting someone
to help us out with your...  situation" he cleared his throat.  "Really?!"
Sarah gushed with false enthusiasm.  "Who?  How can they help?" she pried
sitting forwards in her chair.  "It's my friend's father.  He is a sheriff
at the station.  Sheriff Laundry.  I called him up last night and explained
what you have told me.  He says you have a case for sexual assault." Nathan
divulged.

   "Your step-brother could be put away for a year and a half Sarah."
Thinking to herself Sarah contemplated.  Hayden, her step-brother, had
never touched her.  Not in the sense she was convincing Nathan he had. 
Hayden was a shit hole of a human being.  Always high on blow, or whatever
substance he could get his hands on.  Jail would be good for him.  Get him
clean.  Three meals a day.  Why not frame the bastard?

   ~Chapter 2~

   Looking back four years, 18 year old Sarah was back in her father's
house.  Her parents had just broken up the weekend beforehand and she was
carrying the last of his things up to her father's new house from the pile
her mother had left with her in a hurry at the base of his driveway.  "Hey
Honey" said her father Owen McAllystar with grief laden eyes as he opened
the front door.

   "Hi Daddy" Sarah replied "I'm sorry you had to move out" she said taking
a look at her modest surroundings; a kitchen, living room, bathroom and
bedroom.  She put the boxes down on the shag carpet and looked back at her
dad.  Owen was fidgeting with a crack in the dining room table.  Sarah went
back for another armful of boxes.

   When she returned Sarah dropped the boxes beside the others and went to
stand beside her father.  "Dad...  it's not your fault." He looked up from
the table and into his little girl's eyes.  He had never considered that it
wasn't his fault Emily had left him.  Feeling inferior, Owen had come to
accept that Malcolm was a better man, and that she deserved better.  Who
was he to hold her back?  "Mom told me she had been seeing Malcolm for the
past month...  She is such a bitch Dad!  She broke our family, not you."
Sarah spat her voice wavering.  "Don't talk about your mother that way
Sarah" he said gruffly.  Owen slowly walked over to his bedroom and closed
the door behind him.

   `I hope every weekend isn't like this' Sarah thought to herself
regaining composure.  I can't stand seeing Dad so beat up while Mom has
happily moved on.  Sarah was starving, time to make lunch.  Un-peeling the
individually wrapped pieces of plastic cheese Sarah placed them on
hamburger bus and put them on the frying pan.  `It must be horrible to live
like this' she thought.

   "Lunch is ready" she called and her father shuffled back into the room.
He took his plate and sat down.  Silently they both ate their grilled
cheese sandwiches.  Owen's shoulders started to shake as his head bowed
down.  "Your mother has never made me a grilled cheese sandwich.  Not in 18
years Sarah." Feeling uncomfortable with her father's vulnerability she
mumbled "Well it can't be that good".  He let out a bark of laughter that
looked painful and wiped his eyes.

   Finishing her lunch Sarah went to start unpacking her father's boxes. 
Placing family photos on the book shelf Sarah noticed he had not kept any
with her mother in them.  Breakups must me rough she thought to herself,
never having been in a relationship before.  Reaching up Sarah put a framed
photo of her and her father fishing on the top shelf.  Stretching up with
her arms and curving her back so that she could reach.

   "At least I did one thing right" said Owen.  "I raised a beautiful
daughter" he boasted with sad eyes, and touched the smooth curve of her
hip. Sarah blushed deeply and felt the warmth of his hand oddly comforting.
They broke away and both felt unnerved about that slightest touch.  Sarah
went back to unpacking as her father unpacked a box of clothes into his
dresser.

   Later that night Sarah was in the washroom brushing her long black hair.
Owen walked into the washroom ready to brush his teeth as he saw her
standing there.  "I've always said you had my hair" he sighed "Nice, thick,
black hair.  Black as a raven" he said mesmerized, his fingers weaving
through her silky strands.  It was as if he was in a trance, and yet she
couldn't move.  Sarah gazed into his eyes and found a longing there that
she recognized in herself.  To be fragile, and alone.

   Sarah stood on the tips of her toes and kissed her father.  He was
shocked, freezing on the spot.  Sarah reached up and cradled his neck
deepening the kiss.  Owen placed his hands on her lower back and pulled her
closer, their chests now touching.  She let out a soft moan and he lifted
her onto the counter.  As Owen lightly bit Sarah's lower lip she gasped and
wrapped her legs around his waist.  Squeezing she drew them closer. 
Feeling her father's hardness pressing against her Sarah pulled away
breathing heavily.

   Owen took a step back, his eyes became clear and he looked over at his
daughter disheveled on the bathroom counter.  "Oh my god...  Sarah.  I am
so sorry.  What have I done?" he scolded and his hands nervously flew to
his head.  Sarah looked up and her eyes danced across his "That was
amazing".  Taken aback Owen looked at his daughter with confusion. 
"Daddy...  that felt so good.  Please don't be upset".  "But it's not right
baby girl, we aren't supposed to do those things together" he said sternly.
"Why not?" she asked eagerly.  "Well, it's frowned upon by society. 
Fathers and daughters are not meant to become partners; to react to each
other sexually.  There are many cases of incest that result in the creation
of a deformed or unhealthy child." He listed off in a concerned tone while
pacing the bathroom floor.

   "But we can be careful daddy.  I am on the pill...  We can be safe."
Sarah said looking up at her father with hopeful eyes.  "I don't know what
to think of this.  Go to bed." he finished and left the room.

   All was quiet in the house.  Sarah couldn't sleep.  She rearranged her
pillow and moved to lay on her side.  The couch wasn't very comfortable,
and her mind would not stop spinning from what happened earlier.  Feeling
her father put his arms around her, pulling her close...  Making her feel
things she had never experienced before.

   Sure there were a couple of boys at school that peaked her interest, but
they are all so immature.  Emotionally stunted.  With Owen she sensed a
deeper connection.  One out of a need for comfort, and companionship;
understanding.  Sarah turned her head to face the pillow.  She closed her
eyes and pictured her father.  Broken, vulnerable, and alluring.  Sarah
cupped the back of the pillow softly with her hand.  Taking in a shaky
breath she brought her lips to the fabric.

   Slowly and gently she kissed her father once more.  Reaching a hand down
between her thighs she felt herself growing wet for him.  Applying more
pressure Sarah moaned and bit the fabric to keep quiet.  Her fingers traced
her warm, damp lips through her pajama bottoms as she began to kiss more
passionately.

   Reaching her hand underneath Sarah felt herself grow desperate. 
Slipping one finger in she felt her walls clench, welcoming her in. 
Breathing heavily she swirled her finger around and moaned softly into the
pillow.  Picking up speed Sarah added another finger and reached as deeply
as she could, hitting that pleasure spot that has never let her down. 
Shaking in ecstasy she groaned into the pillow.

   ~Chapter 3~

   Sarah woke to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes.  Groggily getting up
she walked into the kitchen.  "Morning Dad" she said, wiping the sleep from
her eyes.  "Good morning Sarah" Owen said noticing her thin tank top and
quickly averting his gaze.

   Sarah went to the fridge and got out the orange juice, pouring herself a
glass.  "Did you sleep well?" he asked munching on a pancake.  "Not really"
she said, perched on the kitchen counter "That couch could be used as a
torture device" she said stretching out a kink in her neck.

   "I'm sorry about that.  As soon as I can manage it I will pick up a
guest mattress for you.  I leave for work soon, is there anything I can get
you before I go?" he asked.  "The WiFi password?" Sarah asked.

   "Sorry honey, I don't have the internet set up yet.  Should be ready by
your next visit" "That's ok" she said taking a sip of her orange juice
"I'll just read my book and work on my assignment." "I will see you when I
get home.  Should be around 6:30pm." He said walking to the door.

   Sarah slid off the counter and walked over to give him a hug goodbye. 
Pulling back she stood on her tippy toes and gave him a lingering kiss. 
Owen kissed her back, opening his mouth ever so slightly.

   Their tongues slowly massaging each other as he pushed Sarah against the
wall.  She let out a moan, loving the pressure of his body on hers.  Sarah
reached up to cup his face, and sucking his lower lip she bit down lightly,
feeling his body shiver.  Owen pressed her against the wall more forcefully
whispering in her ear "Please, do not tempt me.  This is not good for
either of us." He said and looked her in the eye, as if to say `This is my
last warning'.

   Owen turned and left through the front door.  As he was turning his key
to start the car he licked his lips and tasted orange juice.  His daughter
tasted so sweet. 
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Keys jangled as Owen walked from his car to the front door.  'She won't try
anything else' he told himself 'I gave Sarah a clear warning not to
continue this behaviour'.  As he opened the door Owen looked at the wall
closest to the door, and smirked a little thinking of what happened there
this morning.  Catching himself mid-inappropriate thought he shook his head
and went to make himself some freezer waffles.

   Sarah got up from the couch, having heard her father arrive.  She walked
into the kitchen and saw him put some waffles in the toaster.  "Those are
horrible for you ya know?  And fuck me if they don't get half burnt most of
the time" she mentioned matter-of-factly.  "I can make you some real
waffles if you like.  Once we get you a waffle iron." Sarah teased,
referring to the little selection of kitchen tools to work with.

   "Sounds like a plan" he said sizing her up and grabbing some butter. 
When had his daughter become so independent in the kitchen?  There was a
lot to learn from Sarah, and with the divorce he was going to be having a
lot more one on one time with her.  The toaster popped and Owen buttered
his half singed waffles.  "Looks like you were right" he said taking a
bite. "When am I ever wrong?" she boasted with a triumphant smile.  "How
was your day at work?" she asked.  "Long, as usual.  I'm just glad to be
home, to relax."

   "Tell me about it" she said "It's been a lazy Sunday for me.  I had a 3
hour nap.  Now I've got all kinds of energy" Sarah said giving a sideways
glance, that he avoided.  "What's for dinner?" she asked.  "Ugh, take out?
What would you like?" he suggested scratching his head.  "There is a wing
place down the street.  I could go pick it up for us." she offered.

   "Sounds good, here's some money.  I'll have the ribs and wings deal.  I
am going to lie down for a bit." said Owen walking to his bedroom.  "Be
back soon" she said and left to fetch their dinner.  When Sarah got back
the house was quiet.  "Dad?" she called.  Placing the food and his change
on the kitchen table Sarah walked over to his room.  The door was a-jar. 
"Dad?" she whispered as she stepped into the room.  It was dark, chiefly
from the thick black blanket staple-gunned to the wall above the window. 
He really needed help with interior decorating...  bachelors right?

   Looking down at the bed she saw her father's sleeping form.  His shoes
on from work.  Must have had a long day.  It can't be fun having to work
weekends.  Untying the laces she took his shoes off, careful not to wake
him.

   Eyes wandering up his body, she paused on a bulge in his pants.  Sarah
figured he was having a pretty good dream.  She reached up and placed her
hand on his groin, needing to touch it.  He was thick and hard and Sarah
was amazed by how good he felt.  Slowly, she checked his face.  Still sound
asleep.  Biting her lip she wrapped her hand around his shaft and gave him
a light squeeze.  Owen took in a sharp breath and lay motionless.

   Sarah knelt beside her father on the bed, and carefully lifted his shirt
up.  She began to kiss his stomach and nuzzle his hip bones in pure bliss.
Owen started to stir.  "Sarah?  What are you doing?  What time is it?" She
ignored him, kissing lower she met his pant line and pulled them down
slightly.  "Sarah-" he started as she gently licked the space where the leg
meets the groin.  He was breathing heavily now, as he lost his resolve in
stopping her.

   Shifting his pants down further Sarah revealed her father's throbbing
cock.  Taking him into her hand she reveled in the closeness.  Feeling
skin-on-skin.  Holding his eager member she continued kissing.  Sarah
kissed his mound, rubbing her nose against him, taking in his primal scent.

   She kissed the base of his cock and up the side of him as Owen eagerly
waited; watching her every move.  Nuzzling his penis against her cheek
Sarah licked the tip with long, slow strokes.  Looking him in the eyes she
took her father into her mouth.  Owen exhaled and moaned.  He gripped the
bed sheets with clenched fists as his daughter bobbed her head at a steady
rhythm, pleasuring him.  Sarah took a long lick, base to tip, never
breaking eye contact and then took Owen deep into her mouth.  Her father's
eyes rolled into the back of his head and he grabbed the back of her head,
pushing himself further down her throat.  Sarah gagged a bit and then let
out a ragged moan.  "You like it when Daddy takes control, don't you baby
girl?" Grabbing a hold of his hip she squeezed and moaned with a nod,
speeding up her rhythm.  "That's a good girl" he praised, stroking her
hair. Sarah loved the feeling of her father's cock moving in and out of her
mouth.  She closed her lips around his shaft and reveled in his thickness.

   Owen rested his hand on the back of her neck.  Weaving his fingers
through Owen grasped the hair at the base of her skull and gave it a slight
tug.  Moaning, Sarah was guided up.  "You are full of surprises" he purred,
flipping her onto her back.  Sarah lay still, eagerly awaiting whatever her
father had in mind.  Owen shifted Sarah's arms above her head.  Placing
tender kisses along each arm Owen locked her wrists together with his
grasp. "It's my turn" he said with a smirk and claimed her mouth, kissing
her deeply.

   Sarah pushed up against her father, being held back by his strong frame.
She never thought being held down would be so intoxicating.  Pressing his
manhood against her Sarah bucked her hips to meet him.  Desperate to feel
him closer.  "Patience baby girl" he smiled kissing along her jaw.  Sarah
gasped as he took her ear lobe into his mouth.  Sucking on it lightly she
wrapped her legs around his waist.  Owen lapped his tongue with slow
precision behind her ear, in that sweet spot Sarah never knew was there. 
Feeling his tongue on her ear and the bulge of his cock Sarah grew
overwhelmed and pushed to release her hands.  Pushing her wrists down
against the pillow Owen bit down hard where her neck meets her shoulder. 
Sarah let out a deep guttural moan and felt a bit dazed.  Licking that same
spot elected a series of incomprehensible mumbles from his daughter.

   "Sounds like you need a rest" he said as he left to fetch their dinner
from the kitchen table.  Fixing the blankets, and putting on some pjs Owen
set up a picnic for them on his bed.  "Are you hungry?" He asked. 
"Definately." Sarah quipped with a blush.  Munching on wings and ribs Owen
and Sarah felt at peace in each other's presence.  Calming down after the
meal Sarah cleaned everything up and went to leave the bedroom.  "Will you
stay?" He asked looking up at his Daughter, not wanting to sleep alone. 
"Ok" Sarah replied with a smile.  Climbing into bed she snuggled up against
her father.

   Owen lay on his side and wrapped his arm around her.  They slept soundly
through the night.

   ~Chapter 4~

   Waking up from another late night Sarah stretched and admired the
sunlight dancing across her duvet.  She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and
checked the time, 11am.  `I have Nathan's class at 3pm', she thought to
herself.

   Absentmindedly Sarah ran her fingers through her short raven hair. 
Thoughts of her father flew through her mind.  She could hear his voice
"I've always said you had my hair.  Black as a raven".  Feeling her short
strands now she sighed discontentedly.

   When her father passed, Sarah cut her hair in tribute to him.  Owen
adored her long silky hair.  He would caress it whenever he had the chance,
and it always made her feel very close to him.  To honor the time they
spent together she decided to keep her hair short.

   Stretching, Sarah got out of bed and put her slippers on.  Heading
downstairs she passed Hayden's room.  Taking a peek in she saw him passed
out on the bed.  The bedside table was cluttered with two bongs, a razor
and a baggie of white powder.  `What a waste of a human being' she thought
looking at the dirty clothes and dishes scattered around his room.  Sarah
shook her head, looking forward to putting him behind bars.  He would get a
longer sentence if he was busted for cocaine usage anyways.

   Walking into the kitchen Sarah took a Clementine and removed the peel
effortlessly into one thin strip.  She filled up her water bottle, gathered
her books and placed them in her bag.  Sarah grabbed her bike and headed
towards the college. 
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On her way home from class Sarah rounded the corner to her street and
noticed a cop car in her driveway.  `Nathan is not fooling around' she
thought.  Placing her bike back in the garden shed Sarah walked into the
house.  Sheriff Laundry was at the kitchen table questioning Hayden. 
"Hello Sarah, please have a seat" Laundry motioned to the chair beside him.
"Now, I have begun to hear Hayden's side of things-" "Which is absolutely
nothing!  I never fucking touched you Sarah.  What is this, a cry for help?
Do you really need so much attention all the time?" Hayden fumed.  "How
dare you accuse me of lying about something this serious?  It was difficult
enough for me to build up the courage to tell someone about it." Sarah
replied, offended.

   "Now, Sarah, let us hear your side of the situation" Sheriff said
calmly.

   "Well...it started about a year ago" Sarah said in a hushed tone.

   I was sleeping in my bed room when all of a sudden I woke up with this
odd feeling like someone was watching me.  I looked over into the corner of
my room and saw Hayden sitting there.  I sat up quickly and pulled the
sheets up to cover my chest.  I asked him what the hell he was doing. 
That's when he walked over and sat on the edge of my bed, leaning closer
"Just watching you sleep.  You are so beautiful when you're sleeping" he
said to me as he reached over and stoked my hair.  "Hayden, stop that, you
are really creeping me out" I begged him.  "Am I?" He asked with a smirk as
he ran his hand down and touched me through the sheets.  "Hayden!  Stop
it!" I raised my voice.  He clasped his hand over my mouth so that I
wouldn't make so much noise in the struggle.  "I know you like it" he
teased as he sat on my legs and pulled the sheets down.  "You like it when
I touch you..." He leered as I shook my head and fought his grip.  We
struggled on the bed for a moment and he pinned me down, slipping his
fingers inside of me.

   "I've been looking forward to this for so long" he gloated as he thrust
his fingers deep inside of me.  Against my control let out a short moan. 
Hayden just ate that up.  "I knew you would enjoy this you little slut!" he
said as his grip grew tighter over my mouth.  "You are not my sister.  And
that means..." he moved his fingers in and out of me forcefully.  "I can do
whatever I want to you..." he said, and added a third finger, making me
struggle even harder for release.  When he was done with me I was sore and
out of breath.  I just curled up into a ball on the bed and hoped this
would never happen again.

   "But it did.  Every week or so Hayden would barge into my room and take
advantage of me.  It was mentally scarring, and humiliating.  Sheriff, I
just want it to stop." I mumbled believably, a tear coming to eye.  Sheriff
Laundry looked thoroughly convinced, if not a bit taken aback.  "None of
that is true!" Hayden protested.  "Why are you making up such horrible lies
about me you bitch?!" Sarah flinched as he yelled.  "I've heard enough from
both of you.  Hayden, put your hands flat on the table" the Sheriff
instructed.  "I'm not doing shit!" Hayden protested, hastily standing up
from the table and knocking the chair over.

   Sheriff reacted and drew his gun, aiming it at Hayden.  "Hayden, I'm
placing you under arrest for now, we will have a thorough investigation but
right now, you have the right to remain silent.  Anything you say can and
will be used against you..." Laundry said as he read Hayden his rights. 
Placing her innocent step-brother in cuffs and dragging him to the squad
car.

   The next day Sarah approached Nathan's desk as the last of her class
trickled out.  "I wanted to thank you so much for sending the Sheriff over
yesterday" she said with a hesitant smile.  Nathan stood up and
straightened his tie nervously.  "I'm glad to have helped" he mentioned,
sounding relieved.  "I feel safe at home now" she said taking a step
forward "And I feel safe with you." Sarah reached out to squeeze his hand.
"Thank you for taking this on...  you could have just brushed me off.  My
problems are not your responsibility."

   "I could never ignore something so important." he trailed off noticing
how she was still holding onto his hand.  "I don't know how I can ever
repay you" Sarah questioned as she took a seat on his desk.  Her skirt lay
just above her knees...  Mr.  Mace looked around the room quickly and his
voice cracked as he responded "That won't be necessary Sarah.  I am just
glad to have gotten you out of that situation".  Feeling a strong desire to
lay Sarah down on table and Nathan avoided her glance and fumbled with his
briefcase, organizing his papers.  "I should be heading home to mark these"
he said in a last ditch attempt at keeping things professional.  "I was
hoping we could talk..." Sarah drawled as she placed a hand on his chest.
Her touch was setting him on edge.  'There is only so much restraint
physically possible' Nathan thought.

   Sarah slid her hand down his chest and slowly around to his lower back.
She placed her other hand on his inner thigh, tortuously ascending.  Nathan
lunged down and claimed her mouth.  Placing a hand on the back of her neck
Nathan pulled her closer.  Sarah moaned as she felt his tongue skillfully
exploring her mouth.

   Wrapping her legs around his waist Sarah pressed up against him.  "Fuck"
she smiled as Nathan began kissing down her neck.  He unbuttoned her top
and kissed all newly exposed skin.  Tossing her shirt into the seats Nathan
kissed her breasts.  Admiring each as he cupped her bra with his hands. 
"Gorgeous" he said.  Sarah just blushed and ran her fingers through his
hair.  She kissed him on the forehead saying "Thanks babe."

   Nathan looked at Sarah, lying on the table, her shirt off and his hands
on her breasts.  "Shit" he said catching himself.  "I shouldn't have taken
advantage of you" he said rubbing his head nervously.  Sarah sat up and
cupped Nathan's face in her hand "I want this" she said.  Gripping his tie
she pulled him close and kissed him tenderly.  Hesitantly responding he
rested his hand on her hip.  aSarah moaned and tightened her legs around
his waist, pulling them closer.  Outside the classroom door a janitor
peeked in, and with a smile he went back to work.  Their kissing was
frantic.  Nathan lifted Sarah off the table, his hands reveling in that
exquisite ass.  Giving her a squeeze Sarah gasped and bit his lower lip,
digging her nails into his shoulder.  The pain brought out a primal side of
Nathan.  Taking two swift steps Nathan rammed her back against the wall. 
Pressing against her he felt how wet she had become.  Sarah tucked her
hands under his shirt, lifting it off and throwing it onto the floor.

   Nathan kissed her forcefully, pushing her head against the wall. 
Moaning, Sarah reached up and tugged on his hair.  She took his tongue deep
into her mouth and sucked on it, bobbing her head in and out.  Groaning,
Nathan held her up with one arm as he unzipped, and stepped out of his
pants.  Smirking, Sarah reached down to stroke his shaft through his
boxers. Getting a full body shiver, Nathan licked his lips and looked into
her eyes.  "Are you sure?" Sarah smiled "Yes." Removing his boxers Nathan
moved her underwear to the side and teased her with his head.  "Mmm, baby
please" she moaned.  He teased her for a couple of moments until he
couldn't stand it any longer.  Nathan lowered Sarah onto his cock, slowly
sliding himself home.  Gaining speed as he thrust in and out of her Sarah
moaned loudly and ran her nails down his back.  "Fuck" he said, biting
Sarah's shoulder.  She clung to him as he fucked her against the wall.

   Kissing him feverishly Sarah's legs grew weak from holding herself up.
Nathan lay her on his discarded shirt and continued to pound away his pent
up sexual frustration.  "Please, Nathan, Please!" she gasped.  Lifting her
legs up over his shoulders Nathan thrust into Sarah with such force that
she arched her back and groaned, clasping onto his thigh in a wave of
orgasm.  Thrusting into her faster, and deeper Nathan tensed up and
finished, groaning with the release.  Feeling her milk him dry with every
squeeze of her walls.

   After a couple moments of recovery Nathan kissed her chest, up to her
neck and then her lips.  "Thank you" she praised.  They lay there on the
classroom floor, disheveled and content.
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