0 comments/ 263648 views/ 7 favorites Sara & Sam Ch. 01 By: LOreilleDiscret The Story of Sara and Sam - A Shoulder to Cry On l'Oreille Discret is a new project writing and compiling true erotic stories based on the real lives of real people. Many of us have erotic secrets that we would love to share, but do not know how to do so in confidence. I'Oreille Discret can help, as the following true story shows. Readers will easily see why the couple involved might want to tell their tale, but could not do it themselves without hurting others they love. I hope you enjoy it. During late 2002, I was researching stories for inclusion in an anthology of true life erotica when I came across Sara (not her real name). She told me she had an unusual true story of a passionate love affair, which has lasted nearly five years and which she and her lover felt they could keep secret no longer. I was intrigued and we arranged first to talk and then meet. Her story, of which this is the first chapter, is indeed special and was written following a series of deeply personal interviews, with a very special couple – Sara and Sam. Attractive and passionate about both the physical and spiritual side of their relationship, their story shows a different aspect of a loving sexual relationship, the depth of which was previously unknown to me. Sara and Sam appear perfectly matched - an ideal loving couple - but their lives are complicated. Each of them is married to or living with someone else. Nothing unusual there; affairs happen all the time. But they are also brother and sister. They have no problem with the morality of this, but because society does, they have kept their affair secret for nearly 5 years. Sara came to me because, after such a long period of secrecy, they both feel desperate to shout about their love from the rooftops; to tell everybody how they feel about each other, but know that with many others involved it would be impossible to break society's taboos to such a degree without causing pain to those they care for. They asked me to turn their relationship into a short story to relieve by proxy their frustrations, and in the hope that it might contribute in some small way to a more tolerant attitude in society. After spending time talking with them and listening to them, I felt they deserved more than just that. I have therefore created a series of different short stories, of which this is the first, each featuring an erotic episode in their lives that they feel is fundamental to an understanding of their relationship. There is much more to their relationship than the physical side, but because I am writing for this particular audience, sex features strongly at their request in the desire to explain the very special nature of loving sex between siblings. I have changed the names of people and have been deliberately vague about places and dates, but the events featured are as they were told to me and I have wherever possible used the words Sara and Sam used to describe what happened and how they felt. (Sara, for example loathes the word 'pussy' so it has not been used). Although stories about incest are not to everybody's taste, we felt that Sara and Sam's situation showed most clearly how l'Oreille Discret can help turn one person's frustrations into pleasure for many. We hope you find this first chapter enjoyable. The next Chapter will follow shortly and remember, the story is continuing every day. Any comments you have would be welcome. For Sara and Sam, with love. I hope this makes you happy. July 1998 - Near Marbella, Costa del Sol, Spain. "Midge! What's wrong?" A soft, familiar voice from behind her asked gently. A familiar hand fell lightly on her shoulder. Sam eased back the chair net to her and slid alongside. "Are you crying? Come on! Tell me what's happened." Sara hardly responded. Her elbows on the table cloth, her hands over her face, her shoulders continued to shake. "I'm OK Sam." She eventually mumbled. "I can clearly see you aren't OK." Replied Sam quietly, and placing his right hand lightly on Sara's forearm, he lowered it to the table revealing her pale, mascara-streaked cheek. He turned his chair to look her straight in the eyes, and held both her hands in his. His voice was soft and reassuring. "Come on Sara, talk to big brother." The room around them was full of noise as the band played the usual holiday tunes. The dance floor was full and the jasmine-scented Spanish night was warm. A light breeze drifted in from the sea, across the beach and the woodland that surrounded the villa. It was a perfect romantic night. The holiday had been their parents' idea, and until that day had been a reasonable one, if you ignored David - and she wanted to ignore David. Sara's Mum and Dad had been staying in their Spanish house over the summer months, and had invited Sara and her boyfriend David and her brother Sam and his wife Lynn to stay with them for a couple of weeks. The weather had been perfect, the sea warm, and both couples had been able to spend as much time alone as they wanted. Sara and Sam had always been close. The age difference between them was just over one year and, although Sam had made great capital out of this when they were young, it had become less relevant as they became teenagers and at their current 'advanced' ages of 21 and 23, had been completely forgotten. They lived in a city in the English Midlands. Sara was a student at the local university. Just about to enter her final year, she lived with their parents in an attempt to save money. She had many friends; in particular David, her boyfriend of just over 18 months, and spent as much time as lectures and tutorials allowed at the nearby sports club, membership of which was a perennial gift from their parents. Sam had always been the film star of the family. He was tall and dark and athletically built. Now with a two week Mediterranean tan he looked like an arrival from Hollywood and Sara had noticed with amusement how he always attracted attention in public. He attracted the admiring attentions of woman. He evoked feelings of envy and sometimes hostility in men. Sara wasn't sure it was a nice position to be in. Sam had graduated a year ago, and had been accepted on the Management Training Scheme for the large multi-national company that dominated their city. He lived in a newly-built flat with his Lynn, wife of over a year. Sara, on the other hand, had a certain 'girl next door' quality which no amount of gym sessions, hairdresser visits, clothes or make up could completely eliminate. Always in the top 3 at school, she too was quite tall, and knew her slim, toned body to be attractive. Her shoulder length brown hair was soft and glossy, but she had realised years ago that she wasn't going to be one of those girls who everybody stared after in the street. Her small breasts didn't help there, even now not requiring a bra. But she didn't give up. She trained regularly, swam regularly, read practically every women's magazine in existence and took care to try and make the most of her pleasant features. Sam's wife Lynn, however, was one of those women that other women hate. He had met her at the sports club to which they all belonged. At that time she was working in the beauty salon attached to the club and had caught the eye of every man who entered. Even the gay ones admired her waist length blonde hair. Naturally blessed with breasts that would cost many women thousands of pounds, she was tall and very slim and knew exactly how to dress to make the most of her figure. Sara had once thought ruefully that it didn't seem to matter that she had difficulty giving the right change sometimes and could barely identify Africa on a world map. Never mind, Sam could always show her. But then, Sam might have a bit of difficulty with that himself. She and Sam were a 'golden couple', apparently made for each other, but Sara had begun to suspect that all was not quite as it should be. David, Sara now believed, had been a mistake. They had been together for well over a year and things had not been going well recently. David was tall and dark like Sam. In moments of self-doubt Sara wondered if she had started 'going out' with him because of that resemblance. Intellectually much brighter than Sam, he lacked Sam's confidence and felt the need to prove himself on an almost daily basis. He also had a wandering eye. It had not taken long for Sara to see this and she did not like it. She was almost sure that David had had 'a fling' with at least one of her girl friends over the last year, and he certainly could not keep his eyes off Lynn. She had faced him with it tonight. The row had been brewing all day. When she had woken up that morning, there had been the sound of splashing from the pool outside. David routinely woke before her, but during this holiday he had always been missing for up to an hour before breakfast. She had descended the stairs and to her surprise had seen David on the covered patio, partly concealed behind a pillar, looking intently towards the pool. She had approached him silently and quickly realised that the object of all his intention was Lynn in her slender one-piece costume doing her daily pre-breakfast 100 lengths of the pool. He was gazing across - staring in fact - and was keeping to the edge of the patio, apparently to avoid being seen. As he stared, he was doing something with his right arm, in front of his body. Sara, puzzled, moved forwards to get a better view. As she drew closer, her bare foot had made a sound on the tiled floor and David had spun round to reveal to her horror his hand down the front of his boxer shorts holding a massive erection. She had said nothing, turning away back into the bedroom, but it was going to be impossible for her to pretend nothing had happened. Unsurprisingly, there had been an awkward atmosphere during the day. David had been distant, Sara had been cold and aloof with him, and she could not avoid feeling it was somehow partly Lynn's fault. It had been a relief therefore, when Sam had suggested going to the party at the beach bar that night. They had all eagerly agreed. At first things were going quite well. Pent up tension led to them all drinking perhaps a little too much too quickly and Sara could feel herself feeling distinctly tipsy. She also felt bolder and more confident - Dutch courage, she thought. She had danced with Sam and with David. They had danced as a group to the silly holiday dance routines, laughing at themselves despite the tension. Sam and Lynn had danced and Sara and Sam had danced - quite a lot because she was still angry with David. As midnight approached, Sara and David had been sitting alone at their table, drinking water to cool themselves down. Sara noticed David's eyes fixed on the dance floor and looked across to see what was drawing him. She saw, as expected, Lynn in her tight, short silver dress gyrating to a powerful rhythm alongside Sam in his tight T shirt and trousers. David's eyes were fixed on Lynn's smoothly covered behind. Sara could contain herself no longer. Taking the jug of Sangria in her hand, she threw it in David's face. He leapt backwards, knocking over his chair, and stood up, purple droplets falling from his hair, face and shirt. "What was that for?" "You know, you bastard" "No I don't! Tell me! Have you lost your mind?" And it had gone on from there. Sara had accused him of being unfaithful with her friends - which, she thought later, he had not actually denied - and had told him exactly what she thought of his Peeping Tom activities and of his jerking off looking at Lynn. David, unable to deny the accusations, had chosen to try and blame her, her body and her ability in bed. Their raised voices brought silence to the tables near them, but the loud music ensured they made little impact on the dancing crowd. "I hate you!" Sara finally breathed at David. She meant it too. "Just go away. I never want to see you again. Ever". David had silently stood up, turned, and had left the party. Sara had turned, placed her head in her hands, and tried nobly not to cry. Nobly but unsuccessfully. And that is how Sam had found her. Holding her hands in his, Sam had gradually coaxed some of the story out of Sara. Her distress was painful for Sam, and she frequently dissolved in renewed tears, but eventually she told him all she felt able to. Sara kept back the identity of the object of David's fantasies, and the nastier things her had said about her sexual performance, but in the end she was surprised just how much better it felt to have unburdened herself so fully to someone so close, someone who would never hurt her. Sam held her close as she talked, and when she had finished, brought her a large Spanish brandy from the bar. The thick, pungent liquid brought warmth to her insides and with it, a determination to get over this row – a determination not to be defeated. In the candlelight, Sam saw the colour gradually return to her cheeks. He patted her knee affectionately. "Come on Midge!" he said, using the pet name they had known as long as she could remember. "Let's dance this off." Sara nodded and smiled, squeezing his hand, then said "I'll be right back". Sam waited at their table while Sara went to the ladies' room to repair some of the damage the tears had done to her face. When she returned, Sam couldn't help but notice the slightly puffy eyes and paleness beneath her tan, but had to admire the strength of character of his little sister. He also realized how vulnerable she really was. His chest ached when he thought of David and the pain he had inflicted on her. Sam would deal with David later, but his first duty was to make sure Sara was OK. He watched her gracefully moving across the room towards him. She really was lovely, he thought. A 'deep down' loveliness that would mature, not fade. He thought of his wife, Lynn. Stunningly pretty, Lynn was already showing signs of the deep insecurity suffered by girls who know their best asset is their looks and that these would not last forever. He wondered if marrying Lynn had been a mistake; whether he had acquired a trophy rather than a wife; whether he should have looked for someone more like Sara. As Sara approached him, he rose to meet her and together they crossed to the packed dance floor. Wriggling their way past scores of half-drunk revelers, they at last found a small gap in the crowd and began to dance enthusiastically. Sam was pleased to see how quickly the music and motion seemed to cheer Sara up, and as they danced, he watched the tension leave her body and the frown lines leave her face. Tacky holiday Pop music was replaced by more involving dance anthems and the few remaining children in the room drifted away to bed. The crowd thinned and with more space around them, they moved with the rhythm as the night went on. Tired, but increasingly happy together, they remained on the dance floor as the music changed to a slow, romantic set. Sam expected Sara to want to sit this out, but to his surprise and considerable pleasure she moved towards him and placed her hands a little formally on his upper arms. His hands fell automatically to her waist and they danced closer together - close enough to talk over the music. "Where's Lynn?" "She went back with Mum and Dad. She saw how upset you were and left me to look after you." "So we're on our own then?" "Yes. Do you want to go back soon?" "No way! I don't want to take the chance of seeing David tonight. Let's stay here." "Love to, Midge" And they had danced longer into the night. The dance floor thinned out as midnight passed. Only a handful of couples remained. The slow romantic dance music was replaced by Billy Joel's 'Just the Way You Are' and Sara, physically and emotionally tired, moved closer, to rest her head on Sam's chest. Sam could smell the sweet cleanness of her hair as it brushed against his cheek and ached as he thought of the pain she had suffered. Sara felt reassured by the presence of Sam's strong body against hers. Her eyes closed and they rocked gently, closer together with the music. Unconsciously Sara's arms slid up around Sam's back, and his hands moved to her shoulder blades. The music continued, their bodies swaying together to the slow beat. David could feel Sara press closer to him, and knew that there was nothing he would not do to protect his lovely, vulnerable sister. His arms held her tighter. Sara held Sam close, absorbed in the motion of their bodies, and felt part of him firming against her stomach. She didn't mind. He was good and loved her and such a reaction was only natural. She slid her fingers further up his spine, and felt his hands slide down towards her buttocks. She pressed against him, feeling his hardness more clearly now. It felt good to be with a person she could really trust, someone who would always be there for her. She knew she would always be devoted to Sam; that she loved him; that there was nothing she would not do for him. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face. Their lips met. It was an electric moment, unplanned by either of them. Without thinking, their mouths opened and their tongues touched. Suddenly they both realized what had happened. In shock, each turned their face away. Both tried to believe it had been an accident. Deep down, both knew it had not. Both thought that they had made it happen. Both were frightened about the other's response. No words were spoken; each tried not to catch the other's eye. Finally, Sara looked up again into Sam's face and to her relief, saw no horror or disgust, just the same warmth that he saw in hers. Slightly awkward, neither wanting the evening to end in such a manner, they resumed their slightly formal stance and continued to dance. Again, as the music played on, they moved closer together and Sara's arms once again wrapped themselves around Sam's body. She felt his hands return to the base of her spine and as the DJ announced the last dance, Sara and Sam were once again locked in each other's arms. The music ended for the night. Sam looked silently, even anxiously into Sara's eyes. He saw what he hoped was a willing acceptance of what had happened. He took her by the hand and led her out of the room, into the night. As the party lights were one by one extinguished, so the night grew darker. A bright full moon shone down, giving the world an eerie black and white appearance. The sound of the waves lapping the pebbles on the shore was a soothing contrast to the noise of the music. They walked hand in hand across the lawn and down a short path through woodland to the beach. The heady smell of pine trees filled their nostrils and Sara felt light headed. Just as she felt the silence had gone on too long, Sam turned to her, his eyes lowered to his feet and mumbled. "Midge. I'm really sorry. I took advantage. You were upset. I'm really sorry..." Before he could finish his sentence, Sara had raised a finger to his lips to silence him, and placed her lips once again lightly on his. There was no mistake this time; no suggestion of an accident. Sara had kissed him. She could feel the tension leave his body as once again they melted into each other, each not wanting the other to slip away. Hesitantly, still unsure of themselves, they kissed again. At first their lips barely touched, each still anxious and afraid, then as each became accustomed to the feel of a familiar mouth in a most unfamiliar way, they melted into each other. Sara's arms rose to wrap themselves around Sam's shoulders. Sam's hands pressed against Sara's bottom, the reality of his hardness now obvious to her. They stood motionless in the moonlight, mouths open, tongues meeting, touching, exploring the new warmth of each other's embrace. Sara & Sam Ch. 01 At length their lips parted. Sam held Sara's fingers in his and squeezed them gently, not really understanding what had happened, not knowing what to do next. Sara saw the anxious look in his soft, gently eyes and reassured him. "Come on Sam, let's paddle!" She kicked off her dancing shoes and waited while Sam did the same. Sara bent to her knees and rolled up his trouser legs, giggling as she did so. She took Sam's hand and led him to the water's edge. Sam felt the warm evening sand between his toes as he followed his sister to the white-edged water lapping gently on the beach. Cool water flowed over his feet and ankles, and together they walked silently, hand in hand along the sea's edge. A sense of unreality surrounded Sam, whose conscience and body were sending strong, diametrically opposite messages to his brain. Reaching a small concrete jetty, they changed direction to walk away from the sea and towards a group of pine trees clustered around the edge of the nearby golf course. The sand under their feet was replaced by sharp pine needle which made them skip like children, then by the soft feel of close cropped grass. Sara stopped, still holding Sam's hand. She turned to face him again. Without a word, their lips met once again, this time with increasing passion. Mouths opening, tongues seeking each other, they melted into each other's mouths and their bodies pressed close together, two dark shapes in the moonlight merging into one. Sam felt light headed, still feeling in a dream from which he was afraid to wake. Sara felt increasing passion, an increasing need to become closer to Sam in every possible way. They paused momentarily in their embrace, gazing into each other's eyes. Sara reached up to cup her brother's face in her hands. His hands rose to her waist, then her sides, then slid upwards to gently cup her small breasts. He waited, expecting a reprimand, but none came. Her mouth returned to his, and his hands worked their way around to allow his thumbs to lightly rub her nipples through her dress. He felt a firming beneath his fingers, and a bulging in his pants. Sara pulled herself towards him, pressing her body against his in a now familiar manner. Her flat stomach pressed hard against his erection - she could not possibly fail to notice it - and his hands fell to her buttocks to hold her close and press her to him. To his pleasure and surprise, he felt her body slide against his, and she began to rub herself lingeringly against his thigh. He moved his leg a little to make it easier for her and softly kneaded her buttocks as she moved against him. His fingers slowly, tentatively walked their way down her back and across her buttocks, with each step her dress inching upwards until he could feel her panties under his fingers. He slid his hands downwards until his little fingers rested in the fold below her buttocks. No longer kissing, each could hear the other's breath coming faster and deeper. Sara felt Sam's strong muscular thigh between hers, and as she felt him raising her dress and the cooling night air brought a chill between her thighs, she realized how wet she had become. Her hand moved tentatively to Sam's groin and began to caress the bold erection that was fighting to escape. Sam's hands moved upwards on her buttocks, and his fingers slid down into the back of her panties to cup her cheeks in his palms. He felt a sweet softness and as his hands moved deeper down towards the base of her most private place, he found her wetness and felt very aroused. He slipped his hands around to the sides of her dress and, grasping its hem, in a single smooth action lifted it up, over her head and threw it onto the grass nearby. Sara rested against him in her high cut cotton panties. Her small, firm breasts, nipples erect in the evening air, looked white against her tanned torso. Sam's fingers ran through Sara's hair as she unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper to let his trousers fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and made to remove his shirt, but Sara shook her head. Moving closer, she took hold of its sides and, despite their height difference, drew it over his head and cast it alongside her dress on the grass. They held each other tightly, each fearing the consequences of going further; each desiring the other passionately. Neither wanting to draw back; each fearing to take the next step towards an uncertain future. Finally, Sam could restrain himself no longer. To Sara's delight and relief, he slid his hands back into her panties, easing them over her buttocks where they rested at the top of her slender, tanned legs. Sam slid his right hand, fingertips first, palm against her skin, down her soft, flat stomach until he could feel the tight curls of her pubic hair wrap around his fingers. Sara pressed her body against his and slipped a hand into the front of Sam's pants to grasp his shaft firmly, before freeing it from its captivity and stroking it slowly from base to tip. Sam's fingers descended further until the tip of his middle finger slipped between the moist lips between Sara's thighs to probe her core. She gasped and her knees went weak for a second with excitement. Sam's pants fell to the floor as she swept them downwards with her free hand. They stood motionless, holding each other tightly, as if contemplating whether to take this next giant step forward in their lives. They knew instinctively that once they had become one in body, there could be no going back. They didn't want to go back. Reaching down with her hands, Sara took Sam's fingers in hers and stepped backwards, pulling him towards her. She gently lowered herself onto the grass to lie on her back, pulling Sam towards her as she descended. Sam knelt between her legs and grasped the sides of her moist panties in his hands. He eased them down her legs, Sara bending her knees to help him. He cast her panties aside, next to his own. Sam paused, looking down upon the pale triangle between her thighs. He saw a body that he wanted - and that wanted him - so badly. He put one hand under each of Sara's knees and lifted them, opening her soft thighs as he did so. Cool air struck the moisture between Sara's legs, and she shivered. Sam placed one hand either side of her shoulders, his body rising up and over Sara's, the tight muscles of his chest and stomach above her. Gazing into Sam's eyes, Sara reached down between her legs and ran the palm of one hand from Sam's tight balls, along the length of his shaft, to its swollen head. She could feel moisture on the tip. As Sam moved slowly forwards and over her, she guided his swollen head towards her own moist opening until it rested against her pubic hair. Her outer lips were now engorged, leaving his path to her most private place moist and clear. She a felt shock of excitement as his smooth head rubbed up and down her opening. Her legs opened wider, and she reached out to run her fingers over Sam's chest and neck. Sam paused, his tip between her inner lips. He waited for her acceptance. "Are you sure, Midge?" Sara understood that the decision to unite her body with her brother's was hers to make. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she recognized Sam's gentleness, his desire for her acceptance, his tender love for her. In the end, the decision was easy. "I'm sure, Sam. I want you now!" Sara's heart and body filled with joy as with one smooth movement, Sam's firm, thick cock glided smoothly its full length into her warm, wet, welcoming body. Soft, high-pitched noises escaped her throat as he filled her, not stopping until she could feel his tight testicles pressing against the base of her buttocks. He rested there, his girth stretching her, his head she was sure she could feel pressing against the entrance to her womb. The world stopped turning for them. Looking up, Sara saw Sam's kind, loving face even now showing concern for her, his eyes moist with tears. Sam looked down into the face of Angel beneath him, soft-eyed, her hair fanned out framing her beautiful, slightly flushed face. Two faces, their features so alike, gazed lovingly at each other. Two bodies - bodies which had sprung from the same womb - were now inexorably joined; united in a mating that felt so right and so natural, but which was at the same time so forbidden. Sara felt tears breaking out of her and silently begged her body to open for the man she loved so much. Sam felt her warmth surrounding him, smelt the sweetness of her perfume and caught just the slightest trace of the scent of her passion rising from their union. Sam made as if to speak, but Sara again laid her index finger on his lips to silence him. She said nothing, but nodded slowly and to his surprise, Sam felt her tighten around the base of his shaft, twice in quick succession. With utmost sensitivity, he slid himself out of her body until just his head was within her. He paused, feeling her taut muscles gripping him just behind his head, then with a slow but firm stroke buried his length within her once again. The realization that it was now really happening; that it was now too late to turn back, was a blessed relief for them both, and as one they lost all remaining doubts and surrendered themselves to their lovemaking. Sam fought to control his passion as he began long, measured strokes. He could feel Sara's tightness around him, and heard her breathing deepen as his pace quickened. Soft, contented noises emanated from her throat, and her legs, bent at the knees, opened wider to welcome him further. Sam's body, supported on strong, muscular arms, tightened as his passion drove him to stronger and stronger strokes. Sara's breathing became hoarser as her excitement grew. Her fingernails dug into the grass alongside her and her head rocked from side to side with Sam's rhythm. Arching her back, she tilted her pelvis downwards, rubbing her clitoris against Sam's shaft with every stroke. She could feel every ridge, every contour of Sam's increasingly hard body as it invaded her and retreated. She had never known sex like this before. The pressure of Sam's body on hers; in hers; a perfection of compatibility she had never dreamed existed. The increase in her pleasure was frightening and, buried deep within her, Sam felt her tighten around him - the early signs of approaching orgasm. Sam knew he could not last much longer. His eyes closed, he pictured Sara's innocent, childish face, the soft, barely developed body he remembered so well from their childhood, and struggled to reconcile this with the lovely, passionate, sexy woman whose body had eagerly accepted his. He opened his eyes to see her sweet, familiar face now contorted in the pleasure and pain of her approaching climax. As Sara's passion increased, her body fluids thickened and in the moonlight Sam could clearly see whiteness gathering around the base of his shaft and streaking its sides. The smell of his little sister's excitement now filled his nose and his mind driving him onwards. Wild, primal feelings gripped him. The awesome pleasure in his loins was mounting and mounting, a fire burned within him and a familiar hot, wet feeling spread up the insides of his thighs. "Midge? ...Midge?" He panted. Sara was almost beyond speech. Ripples of pleasure spreading out from her vulva were racking her body. The low moaning had grown to a high squeal on every one of Sam's deep, penetrating strokes. As if reading his mind, she forced out the words "Yes! Yes!". Sam quickened his pace, using his thighs to drive his full length powerfully and repeatedly into and out of his beautiful, adoring sister's body. His orgasm was quickly approaching; the warm, wet feeling spreading quickly now across his back and to his chest and throat, where his breath came in short, animal grunts. His body was now out of his control, he could no more slow down his pounding than he could deny the identity of the wonderful girl he was making love with. The quickening of Sam's pace lifted Sara still higher. A long loud moan filled the air and hung there, attracting the puzzled attention of the few late night drinkers that remained in the bar. Sara felt the swelling of Sam's head inside her as he prepared to come, and as the first spurts of semen struck her cervix, she gave up all attempts at self control and screamed Sam's name into the moonlit night. Sam felt the sharp, pleasant pain of his ejaculation starting and with final, powerful thrusts, drove himself hard into Sara. He heard her cry out sharply, above the loud moaning that so excited him, and for a moment thought he had hurt her badly. He felt his head within Sara swell, and her vagina tighten around him. He felt a final flood of warm wetness within him; then a frenzied throbbing at the base of his shaft and between his legs as semen flowed out of him and into her. Twice he felt spasms hit as his body took control of him in the way it had controlled men for thousands of years. He felt his seed surging through him as his body pumped his essence into his little sister's eagerly waiting body. The spasms eventually died down and he gasped in lungfuls of the sweet night air. Sara's vagina tightened around his base to hold him close. He lowered himself onto her, their mouths meeting in a soft exhausted kiss. Sam held Sara close. Sara held Sam tightly, her legs wrapped around him, holding him inside her as he slowly softened. Their breathing slowed and their grasp gradually loosened. After what seemed like an eternity, Sara kissed Sam on the forehead and released him from her thighs. Very slowly he pushed himself up, and even more slowly slid himself out of her. He lay down alongside her, both of them naked in the moonlight. His right hand stroked her stomach, but she looked away from him. A chill came over him and he spoke anxiously and earnestly. "Midge! Oh Midge, I love you. I've always loved you - I just didn't realize how much until now." He waited for a response. There was none. Thunderstruck, Sam almost shouted out. "Do you hate me now, Midge?' Sara turned to face him. She was crying. "No Sam! I love you so badly too. I thought you'd hate me after - this!" Without another word, he took her in his arms and held her naked body against his. She sobbed violently, holding him tightly, not wanting him ever to leave. At length her sobs subsided. "What will we do, Sam?" She pleaded. "This can't be the end. Please Sam, tell me you still want me." Sam's own eyes misted up. He spoke precisely, seriously, wanting her to feel the full truth of his words. "Sara, I want to have you with me forever. And if we both want it that badly, we will find a way. I will never leave you as long as you still want me." She began to cry once more, but this time happiness was mixed in with her tears. Sam kissed her on the lips lightly, tasting the salt of her tears. Rising to his knees, he held out his hand to her. "Come with me now. It's getting too cold for us out here, and we've a lot to decide." Sara took his hand and rose unsteadily to her feet. Sam took her arm as they swept the grass from her legs and back. She shook her hair. Sam brushed his knees clean, and bending down, picked up her dress. "It's a bit creased, but I don't think there's anyone to see." Taking the dress from his hand, Sara slid it over her head as Sam pulled on his trousers and T shirt. They both put on their shoes and with difficulty tried to look unruffled. Sam slipped both his pants and her knickers into his pockets. "I don't think we need these." he smiled. They walked hand in hand in silence the half mile along the beachside path to the villa. The night seemed even more magical to them now. Sara felt a trickle of sticky wetness run down the inside of her right thigh. She felt happy, fulfilled, loved and in love. The patio and poolside lights were blazing, and a lamp was on in the lounge. They entered quietly. "Look" said Sara, pointing. David was asleep in an obviously uncomfortable position on the couch. "I suppose I had better think again about throwing him out." She said, smiling mischievously at Sam. During the following days, Sara and Sam found enough time to be alone to talk. They both agreed that they had found something really special together and that neither could bear for it to end. They determined to continue their relationship in secret. That decision made, they made love together once more that holiday. Although of necessity a quickly taken opportunity, it was a deliberate act, done willingly and eagerly, both playing an equal part in the decision; signifying their intention to continue what they had started. Their worlds had changed forever. They agreed that Sam would remain married to Lynn, and that Sara would accept David back (after a suitable period of penance). They would return to their home city and to all outside appearances get on with their normal lives as before. But they would continue to meet, to go out together, and to make love. If you would like to learn more about us, please read the Author's profile for more information