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Authors note:
This story is an adaptation of an original short story written by an
anonymous author. The content of the story has been heavily modified,
however, I must be forward in conveying that the idea and inspiration came
from another authors work. I would like to thank the original author for the
inspiration, and would be more than happy to deliver full credit if so
desired. Again my thanks.


Sara (part 2)
by Alcimedes

Chapter Four

The following morning proved to be remarkably normal. Too normal, in light
of  what had happened between Sara and Mark; and it worried him. It was a
Saturday, and Mark's parents were up early as usual, laying out the weekend
work chores for everyone. Mark noticed the conspicuous absence of Sara,
although he knew that she was home. He was very conscious of not making
obvious his concern though, but all through the weekend he could feel that
Sara was avoiding him. By Sunday evening, he felt like a leper.

In the week that followed, nothing changed much; Mark continued work mowing
lawns in the neighborhood to earn a little spending money and Sara spent
most of her time hanging out at her friend Sally's house. Mark continued to
feel a bit nervous when Sara would enter the room, and would be on pins and
needles when the whole family would be together. But as the days went on,
and nothing happened, his nervousness waned. He did notice that Sara was
beginning to spend more and more of her time alone, in her room, and less
with everyone else. Marks parents seemed to notice little, perhaps chalking
it up to normal adolescence, but Mark knew better. For the first week, he
worried that he had seriously screwed up his kid sisters life, twisted
permanently by his uncontrolled sexual tension, and he began to avoid Sara
as well.

The second week began similar to the previous, but as that weekend
approached, Mark finally began to sense a change. Sara was beginning to
return to her normal talkative self, openly giggling and laughing, relaxing
with the folks.

It was Friday afternoon, as Mark was out in the garage putting away the
mower after having worked all day, when he heard one of the cars pull into
the driveway. Mark looked over his shoulder to see his mother stepping out
of the car. Mark said hello to her and turned back to what he was doing as
his mother walked into the garage. She walked past him to the door but then
stopped, holding open the door.

"Mark?" She called out.

"Yeah, Mom?" He replied.

"When your finished, can you come in and see me? I want to ask you
something." She said.

Without being able to put his finger on it, Mark sensed something unusual
about her request. And it made him nervous. He finished cleaning off the
mower and stepped into the house to wash his hands. He was standing at the
kitchen sink, scrubbing away the dirt and grease he'd collected working on
the mower when his mother walked up next to him.

"Mark, I've got a little problem." She said to him.

Mark gave her a quick glance and continued to scrub the soap on his hands,
returning his gaze to the sink.

"I have a friend of mine at the office that has a little place over in
Sutterton. It's down on the river, kind of a little cottage that her family
owns." She said.

Mark began to rinse the soap from his hands and arms under the faucet,
bending down close to the sink to let the water run up clear to his elbows.

" And... well, I've been wanting to do something for your father, who has
been working himself way too hard." She continued.

Mark began to nervously wonder where she was going with this, hoping it was
not a family outing of some kind. He had seen very little of Karen over the
past few weeks, owing to his own paranoia, and was hoping to be able to see
her this weekend.

"So, I was thinking that I would take him there for the weekend to relax."
She said.

"Ok?" Mark said, waiting for the catch.

"But I've got a bit of a problem." She said.

"Here it comes..." Mark thought to himself.

"Well... I was kind of hoping that just your father and I would be able to
go... alone." She was looking at Mark intently to see his reaction, which
was one of immediate relief. "Now I know  that you would probably want to
stay here anyway..." Mark nodded approvingly to her, "...and I don't have a
problem with that." She continued. "I was going to speak to Beth, Sally's
mother, about Sara staying over there but I feel a little uncomfortable
asking. I mean, I don't really know her all that well and she's already got
enough kids in that house, so I feel guilty about asking."

Mark began to feel uncomfortable again as he began to realize where the
conversation was leading to.

"So, I want to ask a favor from you..." She began, " If I let you and Sara
stay home, alone... can I trust you?"

"Trust me?!? Holy shit! What does she mean by that!" Mark screamed inside.
As his mind raced on, he stood silently, his mouth agape.

"What I mean is no parties, and no hanging out with your friends till all
hours of the night? And that goes for Sara as well." His mother continued.

The relief that washed over Mark as he heard her continue on was too much
for him, and he let out a long, deep sigh.

"I'm serious, Mark. If I'm going to trust you to behave yourself, you are
going to have to give me your word. And that means watching Sara as well."
Mark's mother was now staring intently at Mark, waiting for his reply.

Mark took a deep breath, and relaxed a bit and answered her, "I promise. No
parties, I swear."

"Okay, then." She replied, "I'm counting on you."

Chapter Five

Mark and Sara stood out on the small front porch and waved as their parent's
car left the driveway. Watching their car disappear down the street, Mark
heard Sara walk back into the house, the screen door slamming behind her. He
waited out on the porch, watching as the sun set behind the trees across the
street until he felt the night air begin to cool, and contemplated whether
or not to call his girlfriend Karen. Things had not been good between them,
especially since Mark had lost his temper with her. It had been nearly two
weeks now and she seemed to be increasingly distant, and Mark knew that it
was his own fault. The writing was on the wall.

He went inside the house and fixed himself a little dinner, noticing Sara as
she wandered around the house with a decidedly long face. He attempted to
make casual conversation with Sara, hoping to relieve his own anxiety and
maybe hers, but her reactions convinced him that it was probably best to
just stay out of her way. Each and every time that he would see Sara, since
that fateful day, he noticed more and more that she was no longer the ÒkidÓ
that heÕd once seen. The way she carried herself, the way she spoke, and
most of all the way she looked; she was truly an incredible looking young
lady. And worse yet, each and every time he would lay his bed, he would
immediately think back to that night, and for as much as just the memory of
seeing her in her room or in his as she sat on the end of his bed excited
him, his fantasies would ultimately be overcome by his guilt.

The moment he heard his mother ask her question, realizing that he would be
alone with Sara, his stress level had gone through the roof, and it occurred
to him that Sara was probably feeling the same way. However, as Mark sat
alone in the family room, eating his dinner watching the boob tube, he
resolved that tonight he would oblige his mother's wishes and stay home.  In
the last two weeks, he had managed to chase away his girlfriend with his
over zealous attempts to get laid, as well as quite possibly screw up his
kid sister for just the same reasons. Losing Karen was one thing, but the
situation with Sara was still something that he thought about every time he
saw her, and living in the same house it was hard NOT to see her.

It was nearly midnight, and Mark had finally given up on finding anything
more of interest on the television and settling in on an old movie in an
effort to bring on sleep, when he heard soft footsteps coming down the
stairs. It was Sara, and Mark was suprised that she was still awake. She
seemed almost to avoid his gaze as she walked into the room, turning to look
at the television as if to see what heÕd been watching. Mark was unsure what
to say to her, and noticed that she wore the same sad look on her face that
she'd had all night.. She was still dressed in the same blue jeans and
T-shirt that she'd had on earlier and Mark made notice of the fact that she
hadnÕt even begun to get herself ready sleep, as was her usual by this hour.

She sat herself gingerly down on the couch caddy corner to Mark's, and
lifted her legs up to rest her feet on the coffee table, wriggling her sock
covered toes nervously.

Mark looked at her hoping, as well as dreading, that she would talk but she
simply sat silently looking at the television. He tried to think of
something to break the ice between them, and was building the courage to ask
when he heard Sara speak, still looking at the tube.

ÒMark, can I... ask you a question?Ó Sara asked timidly.

The hesitancy with which she'd asked made Mark feel a little uneasy. And
with the expression that she'd had on her face for most of the night, he
began to worry what was coming.

ÒUmm... sure.Ó he said.

Sara sat silent for a moment, staring at her feet as they rubbed together on
the coffee table. He heard her take a deep breath, then let it out slowly,
and realized that Sara was building up the courage to ask her question. He
began to feel his stomach tighten a little more.

ÒWell,  could we...Ó She paused for a moment, wrapping her arms around her
waist in obvious tension, Ò... could we just talk for a little while?Ó

ÒTalk?Ó Mark blurted out nervously. ÒI mean... uhh... sure.Ó

Sara just sat for a moment, still hugging herself and looking around the
room nervously, occasionally glancing Mark's way.

ÒWhat.. umm... did you want to talk about?Ó Mark asked as he cleared his
throat.

ÒAbout... what happened.Ó She said.

ÒOh.Ó Mark answered quietly, knowing instantly what she meant.

ÒYou donÕt have to if you donÕt want to.Ó Sara offered to him with a voice
of concern; wondering maybe she'd been wrong to bring up the subject.

ÒNo, we can talk... I donÕt mind.Ó He replied, his stomach wrenching once
more.

ÒReally?Ó She said, sounding a little relieved.

When Mark heard the tone of her voice lighten, his did as well. ÒSure. We
can talk... IÕd like that.Ó

She was still curled tightly to herself as she sat on the sofa, her feet
poised on the edge of the low table, her head tilted down, when she looked
up through her brow with an innocent looking smile. Gazing into her big,
puppy dog eyes and genuine smile, Mark couldnÕt help but feel the knot in
his stomach rise. ÒGod, she was so incredibly... cute.Ó He thought.

He caught himself staring at her before she'd realized it, and quickly tried
to clear his mind. She was obviously nervous and hesitant to begin, and Mark
just raised his eyebrows in a questioning gaze and smiled at her. Seeing his
smile gave her the courage she'd been looking for to begin.

ÒWell... I was just curious about some things.Ó She said quietly.

ÒCurious?Ó He thought to himself; his tension easing but his heart still
beating fast and hard.

ÒUh... about what?Ó He asked.

ÒWell... umm... when you first started... you know... masturbating...,Ó Sara
paused as she had to turn her eyes from Mark

Her voice had trembled a bit as she found the courage to finally say THE
word and Mark felt a little taken back. ÒShe wasn't so self conscious just a
few days ago, why is she now?Ó He pondered.

ÒYeah...?Ó Mark found himself both nervously anticipating but also fearing
what might come next.

ÒHow... how much did you... do it?Ó Her nervous smile gave away how twisted
up she was inside.

ÒSara, are you sure you want to talk about this?Ó Mark asked.

She answered him with a nervous, wide eyed nod.

ÒPromise you won't laugh?Ó Mark asked, trying to look serious, but his
growing smile gave him away. Sara nodded again, her own anxious smile even
larger than his.

ÒWell, I guess I was about 13 the first time I did it. After that, I guess I
used to do it as often  as I could, sometimes three or four times a day.Ó
Mark said, trying to convince himself to be proud of his answer.

ÒReally!?Ó Sara giggled out.

ÒYeah. I guess that seems like a lot, huh?Ó Mark said, feeling a little
embarrassed.

ÒNo... I donÕt think so.Ó Sara said, feeling ashamed of having laughed.

ÒNo?Ó Mark chirped out, sounding suprised.

Sara just shook her head to repeat her answer, but Mark also noticed that
she was beginning to blush a little.

ÒHow often do you do it... now?Ó Mark asked, his curiosity and excitement
gathering.

Immediately, Sara's face flushed to a brilliant red as she took in a deep
breath. ÒUmm... more than that?Ó She squeaked out, still nervously holding
her breath. When she saw Mark's eyes pop open in excitement, her lungs
burst, followed by a hard stressful laugh. Mark began to laugh as well, and
soon the two were nearly in tears as they shared their release of tension
together.

After finally regaining his breath, and wiping the tears of laughter from
his eyes, Mark watched his sister as she laughed; slowly catching her breath
as well.

ÒYou know, Sara, you donÕt have to feel embarrassed talking about this stuff
with me.Ó He said, ÒI... kinda like it.Ó

ÒYeah?Ó She asked excitedly.

ÒYeah!Ó Mark replied, enjoying both the beauty of her face and her
excitement at his words. ÒSo... what else do you want to know?Ó

Her smile was nearly beaming as she stood up, ÒWait, wait. I'll be right
back!Ó And with that, she turned and nearly leapt up the stairs. Mark sat
excitedly listening as her heard her run around the house; to the kitchen,
then down the hall toward the bedrooms. After a moment or two of silence he
could hear her making her way back to the stairs. As she rumbled down the
carpeted staircase, Mark sat himself up in the sofa, trying to appear
nonchalant.

Sara was nearly skipping as she entered the room, bouncing in as she carried
a couple cans of soda with her. She set them down on the coffee table in
front of Mark and then dropped herself down onto the sofa, landing right
next to Mark and sending him bouncing from her impact.

ÒJeez, Sara!Ó Mark called out. She giggled a bit and apologized.

Sara's newfound excitement and energy was still a bit suprising to Mark, but
was also comforting; seeing her back to her normal self, uninhibited and
carefree. He took care as her watched her; leaning toward the table, opening
up her soda and then his. His eyes followed her long, wavy hair as it
spilled down over her shoulders and half way down her back. And as his gaze
continued down, he could see just a hint of her soft skin as her shirt
pulled up from the small of her back, her waist so thin only to flare out
invitingly at her hips. Looking at her, bundled with his excitement of their
conversation, was making him feel very horny, but cautiously so.

She leaned back next to him and handed him his soda, both of them taking a
deep sip before finishing.

ÒAhhh...Ó Mark let out as the drink soothed his palette.

ÒSooo...Ó, Sara began almost musically, Ò... tell me about your first time?Ó

ÒWell... there's not really much to tell, I mean I donÕt really remember the
FIRST time.Ó

ÒOh, come on! You can tell me.Ó She pleaded, not believing him.

ÒNo, really. I donÕt really remember the first time. I guess I just kinda
figured it out one day. Maybe in the shower, I donÕt remember, but I do
remember that once I did figured it out there was no stopping me.Ó He said,
honestly recalling his first experiences with masturbation.

ÒYeah, but... weren't you like a little scared, with all of that stuff
coming out and all?Ó She asked curiously.

ÒNo, not really. I mean, I knew that it was gonna happen. I think.Ó Mark
pondered. ÒI mean, it was a little different than your first time.Ó

Sara's face began to blush a little, and Mark couldnÕt help but ask, ÒThat
was your first time, that night, ... wasn't it?Ó

ÒYeah, I guess it was.Ó She admitted softly.

ÒWere you scared?Ó Mark asked sincerely.

ÒA little...Ó She said, pausing as she thought about it.

ÒOh.Ó

ÒBut not like SCARED scared, more like... I donÕt know.Ó

ÒYou know, I thought you were mad at me.Ó Mark said cautiously.

ÒMad at you?Ó Sara sounded suprised at his words.

ÒYeah, you know, Ôcause of what I did...Ó Mark looked at Sara and saw on her
face a look of puzzlement, Ò... on you.Ó

ÒOh Mark, IÕm the one who should apology. I mean, after acting like a total
spastic in your room, and scaring you like that.Ó

ÒSo... you weren't mad at me for coming into your room?Ó Sara was looking
down at her hands as they held tightly to the soda can.

ÒNo.Ó

Ò... Or for what I did... all over?Ó

Sara began to grow a nervous grin as she continued to stare down at her
hands.

ÒNo.Ó

ÒReally?Ó Mark asked with an excited voice.

ÒActually, when I opened my eyes and saw you standing there... and then you
started to come... well, that's when it happened, you know.Ó

ÒYou mean that's when you came?!Ó Mark was shocked at hearing this
incredible news, and at the same time began to feel his cock swell with
excitement.

ÒWell... yeah. I mean, I think it is the coolest thing, watching when you do
that.Ó She admitted. ÒAnd then when you did it on me...Ó

ÒOh, god.Ó Mark mumbled out without realizing, as his dick quickly stiffened
into a granite pillar. Sara's smile had faded away at his words, and became
a look of consternation.

ÒMark... that's not weird, is it?Ó

He couldnÕt speak from the lump in his throat, only nodding his reply
quickly and emphatically; ÔnoÕ.

Sara looked at his face and found relief and amusement in his gesture, and
began to smile again. The two sat nervously staring into each others eyes,
both of them feeling the heavy beating of their hearts and the anxiety of
their conversation. Sara was the first to break the gaze, looking back down
at her hands and letting out a nervous giggle. Mark was still so excited,
and scared at the same time, that he found that he couldnÕt speak. He wanted
to tell her that watching her, lying on the bed masturbating, was the most
erotic thing that heÕd ever seen. But the words wouldn't come out, and Mark
couldnÕt have realized the expression of desire with which he was still
staring at Sara.

She could feel his eyes on her, staring right through her, and she began to
feel a bit uncomfortable. No boy had ever looked at her like that before,
and to have Mark look at her like that was nerve racking. But Sara began to
realize that her discomfort was not just from the way her was looking at
her, but how it made her feel, and what it made her think of.

ÒSara?Ó Mark said, regaining his composure after sensing her unease. She
turned and looked back to him with a nervous smile. ÒDo you want to know
something?Ó

ÒWhatÓ She answered anxiously.

ÒI... umm... well, I liked it too. I mean, it was pretty exciting...
watching you.Ó Mark said, feeling relieved at finally having found the
courage to get it off of his chest.

ÒReally?Ó Sara replied.

ÒReally!Ó He said emphatically.

Sara just smiled, looking at her hands again, nervously twisting the can she
still held.

ÒMark...Ó She said, once again sounding serious, ÒDo you want to do it...
now?Ó

Ò...Do it...?!?Ó Mark's mind screamed. ÒHoly Shit, Yes!Ó

Ò... I mean, can I watch you again? I promise I won't get scared this time.Ó
She looked at him with a hopeful look of excitement.

For an instant, Mark felt stupid; thinking that when she said Ôdo itÕ, she'd
meant ÔDO ITÕ. But his disappointment didnÕt last long, realizing that Sara
was probably feeling just as horny as he was right then and there. And for
right now he didnÕt care, and so answering her with a huge grin, he reached
down and began to frantically unbuckle his belt.

Sara giggled nervously as she watched his excitement and how Mark struggled
to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. Mark kicked off his sneakers under
the coffee table, and having finally gotten his fly unzipped, he raised his
hips and slid down his pants. His boner was pressed hard in the confines of
his underwear, soaked with the pre cum of his excitement. Sara bounced
around with her own, turning herself on the sofa toward him so that she
could see everything.

Mark laughed nervously as he kicked his jeans down over his feet, then
pulled his T-shirt up over his head.  He watched as Sara's eye were fixed on
his crotch, filled with nervous anticipation. She glanced at his face, wide
eyed, as if to urge him on; letting him know she was ready for more.

Mark lifted up himself from the cushion and slowly pulled off his underwear,
freeing his hard on to the cool air. Sara was once again staring intently at
his crotch, swallowing away the dryness of her mouth, and Mark was beginning
to really enjoy watching her; watching him. He sat still for a moment,
watching her face as she soaked in the view. It was obvious that she really
did enjoy this as much as he did, and he could tell by her fidgeting that
she was getting excited as well. He soaked in her charming beauty; her soft
skin flushed with excitement, her eyes wide and inviting, and her amazing
figure.

Slowly, he inched his hand to his crotch, wrapping his fingers lightly
around his cock and began to gently massage the sensitive skin, pulling it
up and down over his rock hard shaft. Immediately, Mark sensed that if he
wasn't careful, heÕd come in a heartbeat. He squeezed his dick hard in an
attempt to desensitize itÕs eagerness, but it was no use. It could have been
stepped on by an elephant right there and it still would have felt good. The
effect was  just enough, however, and slowly he began to stroke once more,
being cautious to keep it to a manageable pace.

ÒItÕs so wet already...?Ó Sara said with curiosity.

ÒIt gets that way sometimes... when IÕm really... horny.Ó Mark explained. He
paused and let his hand fall away from his hard on for Sara to see. His
penis looked almost red, engorged with the strength of his rapidly beating
heart  and was standing up as stiff and tall as could be.

ÒGod!Ó Sara exclaimed with a deep, throaty breath. ÒIt looks so hard, like
it hurts.Ó She was still staring intently at his cock, examining it with her
eyes, and Mark's excitement continued to grow as he watched her fascination
and delight.

ÒCan I...Ó Sara started, then abruptly stopped. She looked at Mark
anxiously, and he could tell by the look in her eyes what she wanted. He
merely nodded his approval, and drew away his hand completely to let her
explore. Nervously, Sara gently unclenched her hands and reached out to
touch him. She stuck out her finger and softly touched his erection, slowly
stroking along the length of his shaft.

ÒOh my god, itÕs... itÕs so soft!Ó Her voice peeled with fascination.

Mark tried to relax, reclining back into the soft sofa cushion and resting
his head, poised to watch as Sara began to explore with adolescent
curiosity. Sara ran her finger along the shaft of his straining erection
with a slow and feathery light touch. Her finger traced to the base of his
penis and gently slid down and over the soft wrinkled skin of his scrotum.
She glanced occasionally to Mark's face, still beaming with delight; looking
for his response to her touch. She made her way back up his shaft and gently
let her finger run up and onto itÕs swollen head. Her finger lingered at the
tip as she began to feel the slick pre- cum that welled from itÕs small
slit. She smeared it around and over itÕs head, enjoying the sensation,
stopping only to feel itÕs smoothness as she rubbed it between her finger
and thumb.

ÒGod, that is sooo cooool.Ó She said, sounding like a California valley
girl, amusing Mark.

ÒDoes it feel good, when I rub it in like that?Ó

ÒMmm HmmÓ Mark replied as he enjoyed the sensation.

She continued to swirl the slippery fluid around and around; at first
quickly, then slowing to an agonizingly pleasurable pace. Slowly, Sara began
to slide it down and onto the shaft of his penis. Mark felt the touch of her
thumb as she gently began to stroke the now slippery skin between her two
fingers. ÒMmmmm...Ó He moaned.

ÒDoes that feel good?Ó She asked.

ÒEven betterÓ He said, sensing that she was beginning to get the idea. She
would occasionally work back to the tip to try and find more of the magical
lubrication and spread it back down, each time a little further. Mark was
really beginning to relax when he felt another, then another finger find
itÕs way onto his shaft. It wasn't long before he could feel her entire hand
as it lightly brushed up, then down itÕs length. But as the fickle
lubrication began to dry in the open air, the soft skin of his erection took
on an almost sticky sensation, and her stroking became more difficult.

ÒHow do you...Ó Sara began to say, but Mark already knew her question and
what he wanted her to do as well. Gently reaching his hand down and resting
it on the back of hers, Mark gently formed her hand around the shaft of his
cock; squeezing the soft skin. The sensation of having her hand wrapped
around his cock was incredible and he let out another soft moan. ÒHmmmmmm.Ó

After watching Sara's excitement grow, taking another step in her new
journey, Mark released his grip on her hand, letting her know that she could
continue. ÒWow... now it feels so hard!Ó She giggled. She gently squeezed
his shaft, as he had her hand, and noticed another bubble of pre cum form at
the tip of itÕs head. Immediately, she reached back up and captured it with
her fingers, but this time she slid her entire hand around the head and
began to softly twist her hand, smearing his oily slick fluid with her
palm..

ÒUnnnnghÓ Mark reflexively grunted, his stomach muscles tightening at the
sensation. Sara was absolutely captivated by his response and asked again,
ÒDoes THAT feel good?Ó

Mark just nodded his answer, grunting as she slid her hand around his cock
head another time. ÒMark?Ó Sara asked softly. ÒCan I do something?Ó

Marks ears perked to the sound of her question. ÒSara, you donÕt have to
ask, you can do anything you want to me.Ó He replied enthusiastically, but
her reaction was not what he expected.

She grinned slyly, then let go of his penis and stood. Mark was at first
concerned by the suddenness of her release, but after seeing the look on her
face, his thoughts turned to puzzled excitement. ÒI'll be right backÓ She
said, disappearing back up the stairs.

Mark sat nervously uncomfortable for the few minutes Sara disappeared,
lounging naked on the family room sofa, anxiously waiting to see where she'd
run off to. She came back quickly, nearly stumbling and falling down the
stairs in her hurry. ÒJesusÓ Mark called out, ÒYou scared me for a minute.Ó

ÒIÕm sorryÓ Sara apologized. Mark could see that she had something in her
hand, hidden behind her back.

ÒTh... this isn't some kind of trick or something!Ó Mark said nervously. He
covered himself with his hands, and his pecker began to quickly soften at
the thought that this might be some kind of practical joke.

ÒMark!Ó Sara barked. ÒIÕm sorry, I swear.Ó

ÒOkay then...Ó He said, trying to see what it was that she had in her hand.

ÒTrust me.Ó She said, sounding sincere. ÒNow just relax.Ó

Mark rested back on the sofa but still covered himself until Sara sat back
down next to him. She waited for him to uncover himself, but became nervous
as he remained covered.

ÒDo you want to stop?Ó She asked.

ÒNo, I guess not, I just got a little nervous when you took off like that.Ó

ÒIÕm sorry, really. But I just thought of something that I thought you might
like.Ó

ÒWell... what?Ó He asked.

ÒJust close your eyes for a minute and trust me.Ó

Mark looked at her, shooting her a look of doubt, then closed his eyes and
rested his head back. He felt her hands on his, slowly pulling them away
from his crotch and exposing himself again. His nervousness had completely
shriveled his dick down, leaving him feeling a little embarrassed. He could
hear Sara doing something but couldnÕt tell what, until her felt her finger
lightly touch his softened penis. The sensation was cold and wet, lasting
only a moment, but whatever it was it felt good and his cock began to grow
once more.

ÒThat is sooo cool.Ó He heard Sara giggle, and then he felt her touch once
more, this time with two of her fingers. They seemed to slide effortlessly
along the shaft of penis causing it to strengthen quickly, bringing back
quickly his full erection. Then he felt an almost icy cold sensation as he
realized Sara was pouring something onto his cock. He lifted his head up,
opening his eyes to see, when Sara grasped his straining hard on in her hand
and began to slide it up and down. Mark's eyes popped wide open at the
incredible sensation, his stomach muscles clenching tightly once more at the
feeling.

ÒWh.. what is that?Ó Mark asked breathlessly.

ÒItÕs just.. well it doesn't matter.Ó Sara said confidently. ÒDoes it feel
good?Ó

Good? It was the most amazing thing Mark had ever felt. Sara continued
slowly sliding her hand up and down over his cock, squeezing as she went.
Mark felt as if he were fucking Sara's hand or rather she was fucking him
with her hand, but either way he was becoming incredibly turned on by the
sensation. Sara was staring at his face intently, watching his expression as
she continued to pump his cock, seeing the pleasure in his eyes, the
strained look as she began to slide her hand faster and faster, and how he
began to breath deep and hard.

ÒSara...Ó He grunted.

She continued to stroke, squeezing the head of his cock, then tightly
sliding it back down over the shaft and drawing it back up again.

ÒSara... wait... Ò He called out again, this time a little more urgently.

His words did nothing to stop her as she increased her pace, squeezing
harder and pumping faster. She was beginning to breath hard as well,
watching his face, then looking down at her hand as she held her brothers
beautiful cock in her hand.

ÒSara...Ó
Ò... Sara!...Ó
Ò... wait!...Ó
Ò... WAIT!Ó Mark moaned frantically, grabbing at her hand to stop her. HeÕd
grabbed her wrist hard and pulled her hand off of his cock, frightening her.

ÒOh my god!, IÕm sorry! IÕm sorry! Did I hurt you?Ó She cried out nervously.

ÒWait... wait...Ó Were to only words he could say, as he struggled to catch
his breath. Finally, still holding onto her wrist, Mark spoke, ÒNo... no,
you didnÕt hurt me at all.Ó

ÒBut... But why did you...?Ó Sara asked, frightened and confused.

ÒIÕm sorry, Sara. ItÕs just that it felt so good, that I was gonna come if I
didnÕt stop you.Ó

ÒYou donÕt want to come?Ó She said even more confused.

ÒNo, I did... I mean I do. ItÕs just... well, I just didnÕt want...Ó He
paused when he recognized the look on her face of concern; that she felt
like she'd done something wrong. ÒSara, I just was afraid that you'd think I
was... I donÕt know, some kind of dork for coming so fast or something.Ó He
could see that she was still upset, and tried to relieve her fears. ÒSara,
what you were doing was incredible. Really, I mean it.Ó

ÒReally?Ó She said, sounding a little unconvinced but relieved.

ÒI swear.Ó He said, looking her right in the eyes. ÒSara, I swear. I didnÕt
mean to scare you like that. I promise I won't do it again.Ó

ÒOkay... I guess were kinda even then, huh?Ó

ÒYeah, I guess we are, aren't we?Ó He said with a smile. He was still
holding her by the wrist, and gently let go of her hand. She looked down at
their hands, his resting next to his still hard cock, and hers still covered
in the slick lubricant.

Mark broke the silence, softly saying, ÒYou can do it again, if you want
to?Ó

ÒAre you sure?Ó She asked hesitantly.

Mark answered her by gently taking back her hand and guiding it onto his
thigh.

ÒM... Maybe we ought to stop?Ó Sara uttered half heatedly.

Mark shuddered at her words. Maybe she was right, maybe this had better stop
right here. But as he sat there, feeling desperately horny, having come to
the brink of orgasm, and coupled with the sheer excitement of having a girl
actually fondling his cock, he tried desperately to reason what was
happening to him; reclined on the sofa with Sara, who was finally providing
him with what heÕd desperately longed for, willing to relieve his pent up
sexual anxiety while satisfying her own. And although he didnÕt want her to
stop, no matter how wrong what they were doing might have been, he also
worried that she wanted to stop. It was time to take a chance.

ÒSara... we can stop if you want to.Ó He said looking into her eyes. He
could sense that she was getting cold feet, but he felt more responsible for
causing  her reaction than from Sara wanting to stop. She sat still and
silent, looking into his eyes, silently asking for guidance when he spoke
again. ÒSara. I've... umm... never really done this before, either.Ó Mark
said softly.

Sara seemed shocked by his statement, and her heart began to  pound even
harder in her chest than she thought was possible. ÒYou mean... you... and
Karen...?Ó,  She mumbled out in disbelief.

Mark shook his head slowly in answer, and watched as her face turned from
trepidation to joy. And as Sara's smile continued to grow on her face, Mark
felt her hand gently slide up his thigh and over his cock,  wrapping  her
fingers around it, softly stroking his skin. His body once again clenched at
the sensation and he could see the excitement in Sara's eyes at his
reaction.

ÒSara... I...Ó Mark began to say, but was forced to stop as Sara gave
another firm stroke on his cock. She giggled for a moment at his reaction,
then turned herself on the sofa and nestled herself in close next to him.
Her warmth felt comforting against his skin and he relaxed once more,
enjoying her touch as she slowly fondled his hard on.

ÒMark... Ò Sara began, Ò... well, will you tell me what you like?Ó

ÒMmmmm...Ó He responded, ÒThat feels good.Ó Sara kept a slow and steady pace
as she slid her hand up and down over his cock, taking care to cover every
inch of his straining erection.

ÒOh Sara, that feels really good...Ó He moaned again softly.

ÒGod, this is so cool. I love doing this!Ó Sara said nearly under her
breath. ÒAm I going too fast?Ó

ÒNhhhh... NoÓ Mark grunted as she gave a slow twist of her  hand as it
reached the tip of his slippery cock. Sara snuggled herself in closer to
him, enjoying herself as she felt Mark's manhood in her hand, enjoying the
pleasure she was able to give him and feeling his reactions to her touch.
She continued to pump him, feeling his body tremble from time to time as she
would change her motions ever so slightly, squeezing harder or twisting his
soft flesh in her hand. Mark had lifted his hands up, resting them behind
his head as Sara nestled in even closer. Mark felt as Sara's shoulder tucked
in under his arm, her hair falling down over his shoulder, and then felt the
warm soft touch of her cheek as she lay her head on the side of his chest.
He could begin to feel her warm breath on his skin and it was beginning to
set him off.

Sara continued to gently stroke Mark, feeling his every move as he seemed
connected to her, through her hand. And as she was beginning to feel the
burning desire between her own legs, she started to hear and feel Mark's
breath becoming more and more labored. She felt the power of his breathing
as her ear lay pressed to his chest, her warm breath blowing gently across
his nipple.

ÒOh, Sara... yessss..Ó He moaned, and with his unspoken queue, Sara began to
quicken the pace of her stroking, feeling his breath increase with her
motions. She began to feel him groan with each breath, and it set her own
heart racing.

ÒYes...Ó Sara whispered softly, ÒYes...Ó

ÒSara...Ó Mark began to say, ÒSara... I...Ó He unclenched his hands from
behind his head, bringing his arm down and reaching across Sara's shoulder,
pulling her body tightly to him.

ÒDonÕt stop, Mark. DonÕt stop...Ó She whispered again.

ÒOh god Sara... IÕm gonna...Ó Mark began to grunt out, faster and faster as
Sara's hand continued to piston up and down over his cock.

ÒYes, Mark. That's it...Ó Sara called to him, nearly breathless as she
pistoned his meat.

ÒOh god... Oh god... IÕm gonna...Ó He groaned again as Sara began to feel
Mark's entire body stiffen with anticipation. His arm squeezed her tightly
to him and his hips began to rise off the cushion. ÒOh god... IÕm
nnnnggggggghhhhhh...Ó

ÒThat's it, Mark... come...Ó Sara moaned out as she felt a chill of
excitement and adrenaline rush through her own body, Ò... come!Ó

Mark could hardly breath as he began to feel the boiling torment in his
balls release, sending a rush of cum exploding upward. Sara was pumping him
furiously as his hips began to thrust against his her hand, sending stream
after stream of hot semen shooting out of his cock and up onto his chest.

ÒYes! Yes!Ó Sara squealed in delight, urging Mark on as his orgasm began to
peak. Mark's body had become paralyzed with pleasure as Sara's hand
continued to prime his release, sending gush after gush of her creamy desire
all over his stomach. She could feel his body trembling with the energy of
his orgasm, and felt as if she might be experiencing one of her own at the
sheer excitement of feeling him in her hand; the scent of his cum as it
bathed his slim stomach and the smell of his sweat as he struggled against
her motions.

ÒOh god!Ó Mark moaned again.

Sara watched with pure enjoyment as Mark emptied himself, and marveled at
the sensation as his penis swelled with each contraction of his orgasm in
her hand. Seeing his semen shooting out and onto his smooth, muscle ripple
skin was so incredibly erotic for her that she didnÕt want it to end.

ÒSara... Sara wait!...Ó He began to call out between his gasps for air. The
sensation he was feeling in his cock was becoming so overpowering that he
felt as though if she didnÕt stop he would pass out. ÒSara... STOP!Ó

Sara slowed her hand as she heard the emotion in his voice and felt as he
squeezed her tightly to him. ÒOh god... wait... wait...Ó He moaned
breathlessly as his body began to slowly relax and ease back down onto the
sofa. He was still holding her closely to him as he moaned out in pleasure,
ÒOh my god, Sara...!Ó

ÒDid I do it right?Ó She asked innocently.

ÒOh my god, yes! That was... incredible!Ó Mark wheezed out, still catching
his breath.

Sara giggled in utter delight at his reaction, whispering softly in triumph
to herself, Ò...yyyes!Ó She continued softly stroking his cock, gently
milking the last few drops of cum from the tip and mixing it with the
slippery lubricant that covered her massaging hand. She marveled at the
feeling of Mark's penis as it spasmed with each milking stroke, then slowly
began to soften, becoming smooth and flexible in her fingers. Mark merely
reclined further into the sofa, gently relaxing his bear hug on his sister
and closed his eyes.

ÒDid you like that?Ó Sara asked again sheepishly.

ÒOh yeah...Ó Mark moaned out, still entranced by Sara's magical hand as it
continued to pleasure him. His eyes felt heavy and his head nearly melted
into the back of the cushion as he spiraled in post orgasmic bliss. He could
faintly hear Sara's voice as she lightly hummed to herself, thoroughly
enjoying herself as she continued to play with his cock, smoothing and
smearing his cum over his belly and massaging his balls. He moaned a soft
hum to her, coaxing her on, but Sara scarcely heard him; she was having too
much fun as she played, examining every inch of Mark's manhood.

Sara marveled at how soft and flexible his penis had become, after having
been so hard and huge just a few minutes before. And the smell; the smell of
his sex was mysteriously alluring to her, so musky, so drawing, like some
sort of aphrodisiac. She was in heaven, having this mysterious tool of her
desires in her hand, feeling and exploring at her whim as if it were a gift
right from Pandora's box. On and on Sara played in a nearly hypnotic trance,
unaware that Mark was drifting off in bliss, falling asleep to the unending
and erotic touch of her hand.

Sara heard her own voice loudly in her ear as it was still pressed against
Mark's bare chest, ÒMark...?Ó She listened intently for him to reply but
heard nothing. She'd been laying close to him, thinking about what they'd
done and thinking of just how trusting Mark had been to offer himself for
her enjoyment, when she decided she was ready. It was time for her to take a
leap of faith in him and offer up something that she'd been thinking of
constantly since that first time she'd seen him laying by the pool.

ÒMark...?Ó She called out a little louder, but still heard nothing. It was
then, as she listened to the deep and slow breathing in his chest, that she
realized Mark was asleep. She felt almost relieved at the thought, unsure if
she actually had the courage to tell him, and was content to think for now
of his words, Ò... you can do anything you like to me..Ó

Sara gently closed her eyes, and still holding her fancy, began to truly
relax for the first time that evening.


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