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Sadie

By: fieryjen



Disclaimer: This story does not contain explicit sex, so if that's what you're looking for, this may not be your cup of tea. 

Thanks goes to Stella_Omega and Rozezwild for their advice and editing.

Somehow, he had anticipated that knock on the open door. She had gotten into the habit of showing up in his classroom after hours irregularly a long time ago, whenever she could make time to see him, which wasn't often. But somehow, he had felt that this would be one of those days, and his entire body felt lighter in an odd way when he heard the knock. 

He smiled, not even looking up from the homework he was grading. 

"Hello, Sadie."

"Am I that predictable?" she inquired, and his smile grew wider as he raised his eyes and allowed himself a long look over the pale, brunette girl that was standing in the doorway, leaning her head against the wall to one side. Sadie was small, but elegant, with high cheekbones and expressive brown eyes that he couldn't stop himself from gazing into for a few seconds. Her slender arms were wrapped around her folder, books and notebook, just like she had always entered his class when she has still been in high school. Her medium brown hair, always completely straight, never pinned up or pulled back, fell an inch or so below her shoulders. 

He marveled at how little she had changed in the last few years. She had lost the timid look in her eyes a little bit, college seemed to agree with her in that regard. Her lips also weren't quite as bitten as they used to be, and she had finally gotten rid of the huge baggy sweaters she had used to hide in for so long, and wore a t-shirt that was actually in her size. 

"I just had a hunch," he said finally, and Sadie came closer, almost shyly. Things were always awkward between them at first, before they got used to talking as equals again, not as the student and teacher they had used to be. She gave him a small smile and pulled up one of the student chairs with a charring noise that made him grimace. Most of the rubber feet on the chairs in his classroom were broken or gone, a fact he hated, but couldn't change. 

He watched as Sadie took a seat. Her small frame still fit into the chair perfectly, just like it had more than four years ago, when she had been in his class. She was the only thirteen-year-old he had ever had in his Calculus class, and he had been fascinated with her and the way her mind worked from the very start. Sadie had breezed through Calculus, but stayed after class often to discuss advanced problems or ideas she'd had with him. He had started to challenge her soon, with everything from tricky integrals to theoretical questions that required a high level of abstract thinking. She rose to each challenge magnificently. Sometimes she would storm into his classroom first thing in the morning, with flushed cheeks and gleaming eyes, to present a solution to him. She had been the most enthusiastic student he had ever taught, by a far stretch. 

And she still had her passion, he noticed when she put down the stack in her arms. Atop lay a Linear Algebra textbook, which was pleasure reading for Sadie by now. 

"I'll wait if you want to finish this," she offered, flicking her lovely eyes to the homework in front of him. He shook his head and pushed the stack away, focusing his attention on her as she played with the part of her bookmark that stuck out of the book. She looked so young just sitting there that he could hardly believe that she was in her third year of college now. She had had a birthday a month ago, but he wasn't going to congratulate her if she didn't bring it up. It wouldn't feel right admitting that he knew her birth date from the top of his head. 

He leaned back in his chair, swivelling it sightly. "How are your classes?" he asked, watching as her face broke into a smile right away. 

"Mostly they're really fun, except for Astronomy. I hate having to get up in the middle of the night."

"For Astronomy? Imagine that," he teased her, enjoying her innocently flushed cheeks.

"Differential Equations is my favorite," she changed the subject. "It's easy. I've been looking ahead in the book, mostly at systems and Laplace Transforms, although I don't have a complete grasp of them yet."

"The transforms are difficult to grasp," he agreed. "Especially once you get around to transforming square waves and all kinds of other abominations."

That made her laugh. "Did you have trouble with those when you were in college?"

He looked at her, rubbing his temples. "You're making me feel old, you know. I don't even remember."

"You're not old," she said. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked up at him, her eyes darting over his face briefly. "You're not old," she repeated. He gave her a brief, sincere smile and changed the topic.

"How are the other aspects of college? The food?"

"Still horrible," she said without hesitation, making him laugh out loud. 

"The people?"

She shrugged. "Nice. My professors are really helpful outside class. I enjoy that."

"How are you getting along... socially, I mean?" he asked her, and the expression on her face changed at once. He hadn't meant to cause her any pain by asking the question, but she had had problems even in high school, and he had been the person she had ended up confiding in. 

"It's... it works out," she said reluctantly. He could read in her face that she didn't like lying to him, but she did anyway, maybe out of embarrassment, because she had trouble understanding the people around her. He had noticed a long time ago that she had the social awkwardness that troubled many highly gifted students. Not wanting to be the cause of any more of her discomfort, he changed the topic once more. 

"I just remembered, I believe I have a Differential Equations book here that gives examples of some of the more complicated Laplace Transforms. You know, the composites." He stood up from his chair and walked past Sadie to one of the bookshelves where he kept his personal collection of advanced math books. He grabbed a dark green one without hesitating and turned back to the desk, flipping the book open and flying through the pages while standing. Sadie was next to him, very close, watching him flip through the book with interest. Finally, he found what he was looking for.

"Here," he pointed, pushing the book to the side so she could read it over his shoulder. Sadie leaned forward, her hair brushing over his shoulder, and when he took a breath, he could smell her intoxicating scent. She was wearing a bit of perfume, he noted with some surprise. 

"That's amazing," Sadie commented on the table he was showing her. "I'm curious about where some of that comes from, I may have to calculate some of the integrals just for fun."

"You would," he laughed.

"I've been out of practice," she admitted and looked at him with a wistful half-smile. "I miss figuring out your integrals and derivatives from hell."

"I miss giving them to you," he answered, watching as her long lashes lowered for a second when she seemed to consider something, then her lovely dark eyes looked into his again.

She kissed him.

He was so unprepared for it, he felt as if in shock. Her lips rested on his for only a few seconds, before she pulled away and took a step back, obviously embarrassed. He promptly missed her physical closeness and her scent.

She didn't run from the room or any such thing. It was Sadie, after all. She simply stood there, fingers knotted nervously, and suffered through the uncomfortable silence while he tried to figure out what the hell to say.

"Babe, I'm two and a half times your age," he finally said softly, closing his eyes for a second and cursing himself silently for calling her by an endearment. She only bit her lip harder, and he saw her eyes narrow as she calculated quickly. 

"More like two point four, rounding up."

He couldn't help smiling at this, so very much part of her character, and he stretched out his hand for her to grasp, unable to see her so very much uncomfortable. 

"I can't," he said simply when her hand was in his, and she had taken a step towards him. 

She cleared her throat. "I'm eighteen."

He nodded. "I know that."

"And you're not my teacher anymore."

He looked at her sharply. "That's not the point."

She took a step back, and her hand slipped from his. She appeared to want to say something as he looked at her apologetically, but her lips wouldn't form the words. 

"Sadie," he said, much more softly now, finally getting up from his chair and stepping towards her. His hand seemed to get a life of its own as it rose and ran through Sadie's hair comfortingly. He wished fervently at the moment that she had been born a decade or even two earlier, that this wonderful, brilliant mind wasn't bound to a body that made it wrong for him to even touch her. Not legally wrong, maybe, but morally. 

She looked up at him, her eyes sad and disappointed under those long, feathery lashes. She nodded shortly, as if in acceptance, and seemed to consider once more before she lifted her chin, leaned forward and pressed her lips against his once more.

It was supposed to be a good-bye kiss, he knew that. She was planning to leave the room the instant the kiss ended, perhaps never to return. He knew it was the best thing for both of them, but he couldn't help himself as he started to kiss her back, first only returning the soft pressure of her lips, but soon holding her with one hand on her neck and the other on the small of her back. She put both of her arms around his neck, never breaking the kiss, and pressed herself against his body almost enthusiastically. 

Finally, after a long time, they pulled apart, and he promptly closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers. 

"Sadie," he only said, and she kissed him again. 

This one was more intense than the previous one, stealing his breath, and her tongue slipped into his mouth after a few seconds or so. He let it happen and only pressed her closer to him while she timidly explored his mouth and toyed with his tongue. It felt good, so incredibly good that he could barely keep himself calm, but he managed, for Sadie's sake. 

When they parted this time, he noticed that his arms were shaking. Sadie's breath was accelerated and her cheeks flushed wildly, while her eyes searched for something in his. 

He didn't know what to do. He'd never been in a situation like this, doing something that felt so right but that his mind screamed was so wrong at the same time. All he did was hold on to her, kiss her forehead, only to notice the heat in her face was so intense it almost felt as if she had a fever. 

He finally forced himself to let go of her for a moment, if only so he could sit back down and motion for Sadie to join him. His arms wrapped themselves around her as she sat in his lap, legs dangling over the armrest of his chair. She was light as a feather. Her lips moved towards his again before he could react, and they kissed some more. He couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of her mouth, and in the end it was him who wouldn't let her break the kiss, who kept her close with one hand while the other held her tightly around the waist. He finally dared to reciprocate the caressing of her tongue with his own, carefully exploring what she let him. Sadie's fingers were digging into the muscles of his shoulder almost painfully while her other hand caressed his cheek and neck, and he pressed her so close he was, for a moment, afraid she couldn't breathe. The smell of her was intoxicating, making his head spin and his mind beg for this never to end.

But it had to end, and they were both gasping for breath when they finally broke apart. Sadie leaned her head against his shoulder and allowed him to look past her, and his chest tightened when he noticed the open door. If anyone came looking for him, just peeking in the room, they would be caught, and he didn't dare even consider what that would do to Sadie's reputation. 

"We can't do this here, Sadie," he whispered into her ear, and she nodded in understanding.

"Let's go elsewhere."

"No." He tensed, clinging to the ridiculous hope that he could still control this if it didn't go too far. Sadie didn't reply, but only pressed herself closer to him. His hand rubbed her back comfortingly, and somewhat helplessly. 

I don't know what to do, Sadie," he whispered into her hair, clenching his hands into fists. He was the adult, the one who was supposed to have his act together and make responsible decisions. This wasn't responsible. But he couldn't bring himself to tell Sadie this, couldn't bring himself to ask this beautiful, intelligent creature in his lap to leave. It had been too late as soon as he had responded to her kiss. 

He cursed himself mentally, for having no backbone, and for not keeping his feelings for Sadie safely inside him like any moral teacher would. None of the accusations he hurled at himself could sway him though, and he kissed her hair again, resigned. 

The sound of approaching steps from the hallway made the decision for him. Sadie slid off his lap more quickly than he could react when she heard them, grabbing her books in the process and pressing them close to her chest. He shifted in his chair, uneasy and not liking the feeling of her body moving away from his once again. 

"I should –" Sadie's eyes flicked towards the door, and he took a deep breath. 

"Yes." It was ridiculously hard for him to say this one word. 

Sadie nodded simply, her eyes never leaving his as she started to back toward the door, using her stretched out hand along the wall as a guide. His throat had a lump in it when she had reached the door, and she looked back at him one more time, her dark eyes full of something he mentally refused to interpret. His mouth opened to say something, what, he wasn't quite sure, but it never came out as he simply looked at her, open mouthed and helplessly. And just like that, she was gone, her body vanishing through the frame of the door. The steps out in the hallway had passed his door by now, but he still stared towards it for a very long time. 



Sadie



They ate in silence. When he looked across to her, he found her picking at her food, looking painfully young once more. Her eyes flicked up after a few seconds and she noticed his gaze. Blushing, she set the plate of partially eaten rice back onto the table. 

"I'm sorry. I thought I was hungry."

"It's fine." He smiled at her, and she crossed the distance between them then, sliding along the couch and leaning her head against him. He put an arm around her in comfort and continued his meal. 

"I hate it," she said suddenly, taking a deep breath, and it took him a few seconds to react to her sudden outburst. 

"Hate what, Sadie?"

"Everything!" She sat up, her cheeks colored. "I hate that I don't fit in with anyone at school, and I hate that everyone keeps telling me that's normal for someone like me. I hate it at home! I know that sounds juvenile, but I just hate it! The only time I feel understood is when I'm with you, and you're... you're afraid of touching me."

Her eyes filled with tears, and he hastily sat his plate down, taking her into his arms and holding her. She smelled incredibly good, and he tried to focus even as she shook, crying. His hand tangled itself in her smooth, soft hair and he tried to calm her by stroking it. 

"I had sex," she told him suddenly, hiccuping, and he thought he had misheard. But she repeated it, sounding distraught, while he felt her tears drip down her cheek and onto his wrist. 

"I had sex. It was awful. I never go to the parties, you know, but I went to that one. I've been trying to fit in with people for so long now, and I'm so sick of it all. I thought maybe it would help to talk to people there, to show them I'm more than just studious, and I shouldn't have started drinking, but I did, and I know it was stupid." She sobbed, and hiccupped again. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something to say, but there was nothing that would comfort her. 

"It was so horrible," she whispered. "I was so ashamed. And all I could think of, after, was that I didn't want my first time to be like this. I wanted it to be you. I've wanted that for so long."

He felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest when he heard that. He couldn't stand seeing her like this, falling apart, and he would have given anything to make her forget her pain. 

Sadie lifted her head, her hair clinging to his shoulder and falling bit by bit as she moved away. Her cheeks were wet. Her eyelashes were clumping together from the moisture, and her dark eyes were slightly red-rimmed, which somehow made them look even more beautiful. He reached for her face, and without thinking kissed her trembling lips, over and over again. 

She responded with a passion that surprised him, pressing herself against him, still sobbing. She climbed onto his lap and straddled him, making him nervous. They never broke the kiss as her hands started wandering, tenderly touching his hair, his cheek, his neck, then fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He was too preoccupied to care. Her feather-light, lovely body was distracting to the point where he was afraid of her pressing too close, and he attempted to shift her into a slightly more secure position. 

"Don't... please," Sadie whispered, making him gasp when she moved her hips. "I want this."

He squeezed his eyes shut, summoning all the inner strength he had left, and found that there was none. Sadie was simply turning him to jelly. Her hands were busy wandering down his chest, her mouth now kissing along his neck and collar. He hadn't felt this ridiculously excited since he'd been a teenager. 

She let go of him for just a second, to pull her t-shirt over her head and drop it next to him on the couch. He moved his hands up her slender body while she kissed him again, feeling soft skin and the edge of her simple cotton bra. He could feel Sadie's hands shaking as she unbuckled his belt, and he lifted his hand further to stroke her hair, stopping when he felt new wetness rolling down her cheek. 

"I'm sorry," she immediately apologized when he held her wrists, pushing her away slightly so he could look at her. "I can do this. Let me... please... ." She was looking distraught. 

He shook his head mutely. The tears continued to drip off her face, flowing silently while her lips shook and she seemed to be searching for something to say. He finally just took her into his arms again, holding her tightly while she cried. They sat like this for a long time, while he considered how to handle this. 

"Do you want to go to bed?" he finally asked her gently. "I think some sleep might be a good idea right now."

She nodded slowly. He grasped her tighter, lifting her with him as he stood up and carried her out of the living room and through the hallway to his bedroom. When he sat her down on the bed, he was reluctant to let her go. She seemed so fragile. 

"Do you want some tea?" he offered, kissing her forehead. She had calmed a bit by now, but the tears hadn't quite stopped yet. She nodded, and, resolving that it might be good to give Sadie a few minutes alone, he went to boil water. 

She was under the covers when he finally returned, carrying two steaming cups of peppermint tea. She had used a few of his Kleenex to wipe her face and blow her nose, and she had shed the rest of her clothes, so that he could now see the unbroken curve of her slender neck and shoulder. Her eyes were closed, but she managed a shaky smile when he sat down next to her and offered her a cup.

"Thanks." She opened her eyes and sat up, blanket covering her front. The sight still filled him with warmth. When she accepted the cup and blew softly on the liquid, he couldn't resist stretching out his hand for the skin of her arm, and touching it softly. 

"Feeling better?" he asked when she had taken a sip. She nodded, reluctantly, as she set the cup down. 

"You must find me pretty silly." 

She made him smile, and he leaned over and kissed her forehead. 

"Sadie, there are so many words to describe you, but silly isn't one I'd pick."

She smiled back and stretched out her arms for him, and he leaned forward and embraced her. 

"I'm sorry this happened, Sadie," he told her. "I'm so sorry, and I wish I could change the fact that it happened. I wish I could make you forget it."

She was silent for a little while, and all he felt was his own heartbeat, her arms squeezing him slightly, and her hair tickling his chin. 

"You're afraid, aren't you?" she asked then. "Of touching me, I mean. I wish you weren't."

"I can't help that it feels wrong," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "You were my student, Sadie. You were thirteen."

"And now I'm eighteen, and I'm still a silly girl sometimes, but I'm also a woman." She looked up at him, pleading. "I'm grown. I need you to see that."

She was much too tempting, and he couldn't ignore that temptation any longer. His resolve was melting away like snow in the summer. He had to leave her. He sighed, kissing her lips, and then reluctantly got up from his sitting position. 

"There are a few things I have to get done before I go to bed," he told her, keeping his face carefully blank. "Can you go to sleep without me, or do you want me to keep sitting with you?"

Sadie simply smiled and fell back into the pillow, closing her eyes. "Just be back soon," she whispered, and the look of her serene face alone made his heart jump. 





Sadie and Marco



She came in every Tuesday and Thursday like clockwork. 9:15 am. Her routine was pretty much the same each day: order a medium latte, make small talk with the cashier and be on her way. She had begun coming into the coffee house in early February, a month after I had started making it my remote office.

I liked the buzz and understated camaraderie of the regular crowd. It was anonymous, but friendly. I found this wireless hub to be a very productive space to work in – brick walls, tin ceilings, great music – it just all came together. It somehow seemed easier to concentrate in a busy public space as opposed to my tiny apartment. I always arrived early enough to claim a prime window seat and paced my coffee habit through the productive morning hours. And while I worked well in this space, I also loved watching people and being in the midst of the bustle of humanity.

I'm pretty sure I noticed her the first day she became a regular. She glided across the worn wooden floor with the grace of a dancer, which I thought she probably was. And even though her long navy blue winter coat hid her body, I could see that she moved with the assuredness of a woman who is blessed with a slender and exquisite physique. 

She must have stood about 5'-8", had hazel eyes and smoky blond hair that hung in long waves down over her square shoulders and bounced when she walked. Her posture, even under the layers of wool, was erect and statuesque. She had smooth clear skin, from what I could see from my perch, that was pale and almost luminescent. She carried a black leather dancer's bag over her shoulder and flipped her flaxen hair as she waited in line for coffee. 

I began to look at my watch on those Tuesday and Thursday mornings, hoping she would grace our presence for her brief caffeine transaction. I wondered who she was and where she was going? She could be heading to or coming from a dance or yoga class. Perhaps she was a student, a teacher, or a model. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties. I thought I detected an Eastern European accent from my remote eavesdropping, but I couldn't be sure. One thing I did know: she was a stunning woman.

Her face was beautiful: dark expressive eyes, a strong nose, full lips and delicate bone structure. She never seemed to notice me staring, but she had the aloof air that all beautiful women seem to have. They are used to being noticed and stared at and they have learned to ignore the public ogling.

As February turned to March I found myself obsessing and fantasizing about her. Who was she? What was her name? Where was she from? What did she do? Did she have a boyfriend? What turned her on? What did that beautiful face look like in the throes of an orgasm? I couldn't believe I was having such graphic thoughts about a perfect stranger.

One day I noticed her speaking to a male cashier whom she seemed to know. They talked briefly as acquaintances do, then she spun on her heels and headed out the door with her coffee. After she had departed I summoned the courage to carry out my plan. I let a few minutes pass and then approached the cashier.

"Excuse me. Was that Veronica Palova that was just here? The woman in the long blue coat?" 

I tried to look innocently inquisitive and sincere.

"Who?" He stared at me blankly.

"The young lady you were just waiting on. The blond. I thought her name was Veronica."

"Oh, you mean Sadie."

Someone next in line barked an order at him and he forgot me in a flash, which is what I had hoped. I wandered back to my seat in a daze. 

Her name was Sadie. I now knew her name. I felt like I had intruded into her life in some sort of weird way, just by learning her name. Sadie. It was beautiful and fit her so appropriately. Sadie. It echoed in my head. 

I had a hard time concentrating that morning. I sat staring blankly at my laptop, my fantasies kicking into overdrive. I imagined saying her name softly as my cock slid between her full lips. I imagined calling her name as she arched her back to receive me from behind and flipped her hair as she looked back over her shoulder at my pulsing frame. I imagined whispering her name into her ear as I nibbled her lobe and kissed the soft skin on her upper neck. Sadie.

I somehow felt like I knew her more intimately than before, now that I knew her name. I imagined approaching her, calling out her name, having her turn to face me. She would finally look into my eyes. She would finally know I exist.

The New England weather began to turn warm as March ebbed, usually just a tease of things to come later. The first Thursday in April dawned bright and warm and I waited with unusual anticipation that morning, knowing that Sadie would probably not be wearing her long coat. I needed to confirm that her body was as magnificent as I had built it up in my mind. 

I saw her approaching from my perch in the window. She strode with confidence. Her long loose hair bounced about her face and her hips swayed seductively in her skin tight jeans. They caressed her thighs and hugged the secret curves of her pelvis. She was wearing a big smile, but no coat and no jacket. A snug top scooped low on her chest showing off her generous bosom, constrained, but bouncing firmly within the bra that lay beneath. I stared in awe. From what little I had seen of her body I had suspected small breasts. But she was remarkably supple in comparison to the rest of her slender figure and that day she wore clothes that left much less to the imagination than her winter cloak. 

As she stood on line at the counter I admired her beautiful ass. It flared out generously from her tiny waist and formed a perfect bubble butt, firmly encased in denim. A sliver of skin peaked from between her top and jeans. I pictured her standing naked, comfortable in her body and proud of her own presence. I imagined sitting before her, grazing my fingers over her sinuous curves and silky skin. Her body vibrated in my brain. I closed my eyes and shook my head, but the glorious image stood firm. Could she possibly know the effect she was having on me as she stood so innocently in line for her latte? Somehow I didn't think so. 

I watched her over my computer screen as she departed and noticed that other eyes followed her line as well. Perhaps I was not alone in my closet fantasy. I watched her walk away and sadly realized it would likely be five days before her vision would appear again. I wanted to follow her and extend my reach. But I stayed put and tried to concentrate on my work. 

So I am completely caught off guard when I see her today, Friday, approaching the coffee shop arm in arm with a handsome young man. My heart drops as I know from their body language that they are lovers. He looks Italian, dark-skinned, piercing brown eyes, a rough gallantry to his demeanor and looks. His black wavy hair is tousled and a bit too long. He carries a back pack and has his forearm gently dangling over Sadie's shoulder; her arm firmly around his tight waist. They are smiling broadly.

Today she wears jeans again, but her line is different; high heeled boots lengthen her lean frame. She has on a white turtleneck sweater that doesn't quite reach the waist of her tight jeans, exposing a line of luminous white flesh. The sweater form-fits her torso and highlights her beautiful breasts. They sit high and proud on her chest and I can just barely make out her nipples poking through the cable knit of the sweater. 

He must also be a dancer, there can be no doubt. He has taken a train up from the city and has come to visit for the weekend. The shoulder pack he carries indicates he has just arrived, perhaps met at the station by Sadie. Oh to be met by such a beauty. They are stopping for coffee before heading back to her place. My mind races as the story unfolds. 

They stand in line and can't keep their hands off one another. He crooks his arm around her neck and pulls her head in for a kiss; she has her hand hooked into the waist of his jeans, her fingers dangling down on his tight ass. He is a few inches taller than her, but I can see that their bodies fit together well, especially with high heels adding to her stature. She leans in to give his cheek a kiss. He reaches down and squeezes her tight little butt. I let out an inaudible groan. I want to be him. What a lucky man.

When they reach the counter they disengage. Sadie's cashier friend is again at the register and I think I hear her introduce her new friend as Marco. Sadie and Marco. What kind of morning is in store for them? They laugh freely, pay for their coffees and leave with big smiles plastered across their faces. She does not notice me hunkered in the misery of my jealousy. My eyes glaze over as I watch them walk off and turn the corner, casually entangled, her thumb hooked into the back pocket of his jeans, his hand clasping the bare skin of her hip. 

They head back to her place, only a short walk from the coffee shop. They talk easily and are in good spirits. They haven't seen one another in several weeks and a weekend together lies before them. Sadie's roommate has left town and this makes her very happy. While they each have their own bedroom, she always prefers having sex with the apartment to herself. She is loud, so is Marco for that matter, and she doesn't like feeling constrained thinking that her roommate knows when she is in the throes of ecstasy. 

They arrive at her apartment and head up to the second floor of the two-story, two-family house. Her place is quite cozy, south-facing and warmed by the strong spring sun. Her downstairs neighbors will all be at work as well and she smiles with the thought of having the whole house to herself and her lover for the day. 

Their relationship had blossomed while both had been part of a dance troupe in the city. She had left to be closer to her ailing father here in Connecticut, but she still got into the city when she could to work and to visit Marco. He had stayed behind to pursue his career and wait tables at an upscale restaurant to make ends meet. 

Sadie loves that he is in town and she has been looking forward to this weekend for weeks. She had been attracted to Marco the first time she had seen him at rehearsal. He was ruggedly handsome and had an incredibly lean muscular body with a nice tight ass, just the way she loved them. And it didn't hurt that his considerable package was bound up in a nice round Spandex bulge that first day at rehearsal. So many of the male dancers were gay; she was delighted when Marco came onto her on the second day of rehearsal. 

And Marco could hardly not notice Sadie. Certainly all the female dancers were lean and slender.  But Sadie had a roundness to her bust and a sensuality to her movement that was hard to resist. Her long legs and perfectly shaped ass drew Marco to her, as did her exotically beautiful face. They had gravitated to one another and after a few casual dates had moved onto a deepening sexual union 

Sadie is totally enamored of Marco at this point in their relationship. Love might be too strong a word right now, but certainly the potential is there. She loves his sense of humor. He never takes himself too seriously and has such a bright and funny outlook on the world. He makes her laugh, and she has always found that sexy in a man. His playful side is balanced by a thoughtful side, and she loves that she can have a serious conversation with him. He reads books, knows what's going on in the world, and is a handsome devil to boot. 

Marco is an excellent lover in Sadie's opinion. The facts that he is smart and funny both play into his skills as a lover. He is gentle, yet forceful when necessary, and knows just how to touch a woman. He is never in a hurry to please or to be pleased; he is always in the moment and his antennae are always aware of her needs. He has learned her body and how to bring her to orgasm – over and over again. He loves to eat pussy and obviously enjoys it. He teases just the right amount, uses his fingers to great advantage, and always seems to know when to increase the pace and pressure to bring her to release. He is the best lover she has ever had.

And his cock. God, she loves his cock. She's had bigger and smaller, thicker and thinner; but his is perfect in her eyes. His shape is long and elegant, perfectly proportioned in thickness and length. He is straight as an arrow and his generous balls hang loosely between his muscular thighs. She loves his erection, certainly, but she is particularly enamored of his cock when it is flaccid. It hangs so nicely on his body, like a Greek statue. He shaves his whole body, so his hairless cock and balls are a beautiful natural extension of his incredibly tight physique. She gets wet thinking about it.

And for the next three days he will be hers. He is here until Sunday. They will bask in the warm glow of the spring sun, drink coffee, read, relax, and, best of all, make love all weekend long. They will fuck. And Sadie is ready now.

Marco gazes at Sadie as she tidies up the apartment a bit. He has missed her companionship in the city. She is such a great listener and has a thoughtful, but practical approach to life. But she's also fun and flighty and has an infectious giggle. Underneath her incredible exterior is an amazing woman: passionate, smart, and generous to a fault.  

Sadie is an amazing physical specimen. She glides about the apartment with the graceful demeanor of the dancer she is. Her statuesque physique and posture seem almost proper. But he has seen her in the throes of orgasm, writhing with passion. He has seen her caressing and sucking on his cock. God, she loves to suck cock. And most incredibly of all, she loves to swallow his cum. She does it not out of a sense of responsibility or trying to solely please her man; she does it because she loves to feel her man's cum in her mouth. She loves the power of making her lover ejaculate with her oral skills.

He has been with his share of women; rarely has he had a woman that gives oral sex with such a sense of craving and need. Sadie could suck for hours. Her technique has been honed over a few years and it is her pure desire combined with her experience that makes her so good. He stiffens thinking about the next few days to come. She bends over innocently to feed the cat and he marvels at the tautness of her thighs and the smooth curve of her rear end. 

And it's true: she does love to suck cock. She knows so many women that either won't do oral, or do it, but don't enjoy it. Yet she found back in high school when she began to experiment sexually that she loved the taste of cum, the feel of a pulsing cock in her mouth, her power to control and delight a man, the soft skin and bulging veins of an erection covering the steel flesh below. Sucking cock never fails to excite her and always makes her wet and ready.

She just loves sex, plain and simple. And as she tidies up she can feel Marco's eyes following her, admiring her, wanting her, already undressing her. He beckons her from the couch and pats the cushion next to him. He has his legs up on the coffee table, his coffee cup still resting on his lap, and a look of lust on his face. 

She strides over to the couch, pulls off her boots, and sits at the end of the sofa, slinging her bare feet up onto his lap. She nestles her heels into his thighs and he responds by lifting up her heel and beginning to gently massage her foot. He does an expert job, caressing and kneading her foot with full, yet gentle pressure. The feeling goes right to her pussy and she feels herself swell. He lifts up her foot and takes her big toe into his mouth and sucks it ever so softly. She exhales and bolts of excitement ripple through her body. 

He lets her foot down and asks her to stand, which she does obediently. He asks her to take her clothes off and she begins to do so in a trance. She sheds her jeans and top and stands before him in small white silk panties and a lacy white bra. The panties cup her pussy lips in a beautifully seductive pouch of flesh.  He can see the crease of her slit and looks in admiration at the wonderful proportions of her hips and the compact little bulge of her silk-encased labia. 

She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. As it drops so do her breasts. She pulls the cups away and exposes her beautiful tits. Marco stares in amazement at their exquisite proportion. He has seen them many times before, but he never tires of their sheer perfection. Her pink nipples tip skyward and seem to be searching for a mouth to suck them. They stand stiff and distinct against the soft roundness of her delicate breasts. He smiles as they waver and bobble just beyond his reach. 

She turns her back to him and spreads her legs slightly. She reaches her hands back and clasps her buttocks, spreading her ass and pulling her tight panties up into the crevice of her soft round cheeks. Marco gapes at the view and compliments her beauty with a groan. She pulls up her ass cheeks and lets them go. They bounce once and tighten back into their pert bubbles of flesh. She hooks her fingers into each side of her panties and begins their slow descent over her slender thighs. Her ass and thighs are a combination of beauty and perfect proportion.

As her silky panties hit the floor she reaches behind again and spreads her cheeks, giving Marco his first view of her swollen treasure and her beautiful asshole. Her lips hang down seductively and glisten with dew. She reaches in from the front and slides two fingers between her lips, spreading them for his benefit alone. The view is exquisite. He is in wonderment at the private show he is privy to. 

He begins to talk to her and tell her how much he needs her; how much he wants to slide his tongue along her pussy; how much he wants to make her cum with his mouth and fingers. That's all it takes for her to change course. She sits down on the sofa, her butt on the edge of the cushion and her feet firmly planted on the floor. She spreads her legs and opens herself up to his attention. She has a cute little tuft of pubic hair sitting atop the long wet crease of her smoothly shaved pussy. Her beautiful cunt is accentuated by her long slender thighs, open to only him.  

He quickly slides onto the floor, kneels between her long lean thighs and takes in the view. Her pussy is open and swollen with passion. Her juices are already glistening on her distended labia. Her sexual aroma is almost overpowering in its magnetic pull. 

The upper portion of her lips fold open in an inviting display of seduction. He leans in to inhale her aroma and blows gently on her open love. She moans slightly and reaches out to pull his head into her junction. He resists and begins to kiss her legs, working his way along and behind her right knee, then her left. She is beginning to writhe with the pleasure of knowing what is to come. He kisses and kneads his way up each thigh, alternating his attention from one to the other, slowly climbing toward his goal. 

She is pulling on his hair, wanting his direct attention, but he teases her with his timing and caresses. He places his hands under her buttocks, already moist from the juices dripping from her depths. He comes closer, licking her upper thighs with long strokes of his wet tongue. She moans in pleasure and anticipation. Her hips begin to grind to show her approval. He moves over her open pussy and blows on her labia as he sticks out the tip of his tongue and barely licks the edges of her lips. She lifts up her hips to encourage him.

Marco begins to swirl his tongue in long slow strokes from top to bottom, squeezing her ass cheeks as he begins his gentle assault on her cunt. He begins to flick his tongue and lash her lips with his mouth. He quickens his pace and she obliges with a hiss of acquiescence. He works his way closer and closer to her bundle of nerves, and when he finally descends on her nubbin, she groans loudly with pleasure and encouragement. Her sexual aroma overwhelms his senses and spurs him on. 




Sadie and Marco



As he begins to aggressively lick and suck her clit, he also slides his ring and middle fingers slowly into her innermost wetness. She lifts her hips up to receive his intrusion and closes her eyes in ecstasy as he begins to move his lips and mouth and fingers together in unison. She grips his head and pulls her to him, grinding her soaking wet pussy as hard as she can into his mouth, wanting to fuck his face and absorb him into her body. 

He flicks madly, moving his fingers with expert precision, bringing her closer and closer to the brink she has been looking for. He increases his speed and pressure and he can feel her bucking wildly and wanting to cum. Her breathing quickens and she moans her approval. She knows she's being loud, but only Marco can hear her. She completely lifts her torso off the couch, arches her back and grinds her pussy into his face and hand, thighs spread and taut. He tucks the thumb of his other hand into her ass, slick with her juices. She doesn't object.

He loves eating her soaking wet pussy. She is so incredibly responsive and appreciative. And he loves this moment when she is his. She is now dependent on him to bring her to orgasm.  And he takes the responsibility seriously and works his tongue, lips, fingers and mouth in unison and with all the speed and pressure he can muster. He feels her orgasm begin in an open swell and it takes over her body as she is transported for just a few moments to a plateau of utter ecstasy. Her breathing stops, her muscles spasm, her eyes clench. She releases her juices all over his face and mouth and hands. He drinks her deeply and slows his pace to bring her gradually back to earth. Her pussy is awash in her cum and her flesh is quivering with her intense orgasm. 

She begins to breathe again. She smiles a smile of sexual contentment and reaches out to touch her lover. Marco slowly pulls back to give her room to descend and recoup. He tells her how much he enjoyed her body and making her cum. He tells her she has the most beautiful pussy he has ever seen. She pulls him up to kiss him; their first real kiss since he his arrival.

They kiss deeply, tongues swirling.  She smells herself on his face and savors the succulent taste of her juices in his mouth. He is a good kisser and she could wile away the hours just French kissing and snuggling. But right now she has other ideas.

In one fluid move she reverses position with him: he is suddenly supine on the sofa and she is hunkering between his knees. He knows what is to come and he relaxes to watch her weave her magic. She has a look of determination and lust on her face. He spreads his legs wide, his erection dominating her view. But she knows how to pace things as well and she slides back to kiss his knees. She begins a long and wet journey up his inner thighs, nibbling, kissing, licking and moving slowly northward. 

For the first time she lightly grasps his cock, but only to hold it up while she leans down to suck his balls. He loves how she does this; in fact it's something she does better than any woman he has ever been with. With one hand holding his prick aloft, she uses her other hand and her mouth to kiss, lick and suck his shaved balls. He groans in ecstasy as she expertly uses her mouth and hand to savor his sac.

They she turns her mouth sideways and begins a wet slide up his fully engorged cock, flicking her tongue on the underside ridge and using her lips to suck the most sensitive part of his anatomy into her hungry mouth. He groans in appreciation as she reaches the tip, opens her mouth wide, looks him in the eye, and slowly descends onto his ultra stiff member. 

He feels her tongue circling the underside of his glans and moans as she slides up and down on his cock, whimpering with her own pleasure.  She can only take in a few inches of his erection, but what she does with it is beyond words. The slurpy wet sounds of her blowjob are drowned out only by her own grunts of arousal. She kneads his loose balls as she caresses his cock with her soft full lips, urging him on to cum in her mouth. 

He rests his hand on her soft hair and speaks to her. She loves it when he talks to her and tells her what to do. She loves his dirty talk, his plead for more, his gasps of delight as she takes him deeper. She knows she has him in her power now and she knows just how to bring him to the brink and let him hover. She pulls him out of mouth to say a few choice words, a few things to let him know how much she loves sucking his cock and how much she wants him to cum in her mouth so she can swallow him whole.

He guides her mouth back onto his swollen pole and she begins to suck in long deep strokes, spitting on his cock to maximize the lubrication. One hand encircles the base of his cock and slides up and down in a seductive rhythm while the other cups his balls and gently squeezes them like delicate jewels. His breath quickens and she knows he is approaching release. 

But as much as Marco wants to unload between her sweet lips, he's anxious to fuck. He lifts her chin up and tells her how bad he needs her; how he needs to be inside of her. She stands up, puts her hands on his upper thighs and leans down to kiss him, deeply. She is a fantastic kisser; her lips are loose, soft and wet and her mouth opens lusciously to his tongue. They kiss deeply, but romantically, and Sadie moans into his throat. He reaches up while they kiss and touches her pussy, her lips distended, wet, and ready.  He fondles her sweetly hanging bosom.

Marco is still on the sofa, his head propped on the back, his back on the cushion and his legs planted firmly on the floor. His ass and torso are suspended in air, awaiting Sadie's descent. She slowly climbs onto his lap without stopping their kiss. She straddles him, places her knees on the edge of the sofa and then reaches down for his stiff dick and guides it toward her sopping wet pussy. She uses the head of his cock to stimulate her clit, moving him back and forth along her opening, turning him into her own personal life-size dildo. They continue to kiss deeply as she slowly descends, inch by inch, upon his rock hard mast. 

Sadie leans back, enraptured in the feeling of Marco's cock sliding into her deepest recesses. She uses her weight to slide down his stiff cock, then uses her thigh muscles to ascend, only to lower herself each time a little deeper. Marco fills her. His size is perfect for her vagina. She slips up and down on his erection, feeling her lips cling to his penis.

Marco can't take his eyes off of their union. He loves to watch her labia stretch and slide over his erection. Her lips clutch his cock on each ascent and bury themselves again with each downward stroke. His cock glistens with Sadie's juice, his pubic hair wet with her excess lubrication. He pumps his hips up and down to meet her rhythm, but she is doing most of the work. He loves to hear the little noises of love she makes while they fuck. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open as she moans involuntarily and in sync to their rhythm. 

Sadie opens her eyes and looks into the eyes of her lover. He is watching his cock sink into her body. She loves to fuck him; to feel him fill her. She tells him how much she loves his cock inside of her; how she wants him to keep his cock insider of her all weekend. Marco smiles in agreement. He scoots back to get his ass on the edge of the sofa and pulls Sadie toward him. They embrace tightly as she places her knees on either side of his hips and sinks all the way down on his cock. 

He whispers into her ear and tells her how much he's missed her; how much he has thought about her. They cling together, his cock sunk fully into her body. He leans to the left and rolls over without disengaging. Now she is below him. He slides her around so her ass is firmly on the couch. He has his right knee on the couch and his left foot firmly planted on the floor. He begins to pump into her, using the leverage of his foot to plow into her deeply. She groans approval.

Sadie loves when Marco takes control; when he begins to use his strength and muscular torso to really fuck her. There's times when she loves it gentle and soft, but there are also times when she loves to be fucked hard and fast. Now is just such a time and Marco knows it. He begins to thrust deeply, grunting with each slip of his dick into her pussy. Sadie reaches behind to grab his ass cheeks so she can pull him into her even deeper. She loves the feel of his muscular buttocks and feels its connectedness to his hard cock as he thrusts into her in at a faster pace. 

He slows a bit so he can kiss her. Their tongues tangle and they mingle their saliva, each panting for air as they kiss and fuck in unison. Marco can smell Sadie's love, her distinct sexual aroma is sweet and pungent and fills him with desire for her. Sadie loves the sounds of their lovemaking: the sound of their wet bodies slamming together, the wet sticky sound of her juicy cunt gripping his cock, their heavy breathing, her steady moaning. 

She has always been loud once she is in the throes of fucking. It isn't orchestrated or done to impress. It is her body's natural response once she is turned on and in the act of lovemaking. Sometimes she is self-conscious knowing someone might hear her in another room or apartment. But today she let's loose, knowing that only Marco will hear her erotic moans of desire. He is fucking her so well.

Suddenly Marco increases his pace and intensity. Sadie feels the effect and knows that this frenzied rhythm will bring her to orgasm shortly. Marco knows this too. He knows how to play Sadie's body like a fine instrument. But he also knows he wants to make Sadie cum but he's not ready himself. He wants to save himself for her mouth. He adjusts himself, straightening up on his arms and changing his angle of insertion just slightly to bring him even deeper. Now he pushes the envelope.

Sadie feels his intensity and her body responds. She moans his name loudly as her voice sings out. She feels her body tighten and grip Marco's pounding cock. She spasms in one long tumultuous orgasm that rips through her body and pulses tightly around Marco's engorged cock. 

Marco can feel her, smell her, and hear her. He knows she is cuming and he plows his way through her orgasm, then starts to ebb slightly as she begins to crest and subside. He eases back, slows down, and slides slowly in and out, backing off in degrees. He hasn't cum, but he is on the verge and needs her now. He ever so slowly pulls his cock out of its warm wet nest as Sadie coos with delight. She tells him how good he makes her feel and then tells him she needs to taste his cock. Now.

She is still lieing on her back. Marco can't stand to wait another minute. He quickly straddles her shoulders, hunches his hips down and lowers his huge erection down to her waiting lips. He leans forward so he can slide in. He feels her mouth hungrily absorb him, sucking him in as deeply as she can take him. Her tongue swirls on the under side of his prick and urges him on. He pumps himself gently into her mouth, not wanting to push too deep and choke her. She is moaning. 

The sight of her taking his cock, of her willing mouth absorbing his love, is pushing him to the edge. He speaks to her and tells her what he's doing and what she's doing. The words spur her on and bring him to the brink. He gives her warning that he is going to cum. He can feel her sucking with abandon. She increases her pace and grasps his ass tightly in her hands.

She can feel him growing in her mouth and she also knows the sounds of her lover. She knows how to bring him full circle, how to push his buttons. And she can feel him swelling and his breathing becoming steady and intense. He screams aloud all of a sudden and the first spurt shoots against the back of her throat. She keeps going, wanting more and Marco provides her with five heavy spasms of cum. As he groans his finish, Sadie continues to suck him dry. She wants every last drop of his cum. She loves his taste and wants to drink him in. 

Marco collapses to Sadie's side. They are a panting, sweating mess. Marco is in Neverland. Sadie hops up from the couch and runs to the kitchen, returning in short order with a warm damp towel. She begins to clean up Marco; gently rubbing his dick and surrounding area. He pulls her to him and they lay in naked bliss. He kisses her gently and they cuddle on the couch. The sun beams in through the bay window and warms their bodies.

And this is only the beginning. Marco has been in town for only a couple hours. It's barely noon and they're already recovering from their first round of lovemaking. The weekend will go on to be a fuck fest. They are both horny, both in their prime, and both incredibly turned on by the other.

Over the next two days they watch movies, order take-out, sleep a little here and there, but mostly they have sex. Sadie loves being naked and Marco can handle naked just fine. Their lovemaking varies in intensity over the weekend. While there is plenty of hard, sweaty fucking, there is also tender lovemaking. They massage one another and explore each other's body in minute detail. Marco loves the sensitivity of Sadie's nipples and soft pink coloration and shape of her beautiful pussy. Sadie loves Marco's cock and touches and caresses it with wonder. She loves the smooth lines of his buttocks and the taut muscles of his stomach. 

They talk a lot too; sharing stories of their past and delving delicately into the future. They talk about past lovers; the good, the bad, and the ugly. They have both been sexually active since high school, so there are great stories to tell. They share their fantasies. 

Marco broaches the subject of anal sex, not pushing for it, but introducing the topic to get Sadie's reaction. She is demure, but somewhat interested herself. Probably not on the menu for this weekend, but the forbidden topic is now on the table. 

Sadie talks about being bi-curious. She wonders what it would be like to bring another woman into their lovemaking; someone they were both attracted to. Marco is intrigued by the idea of watching Sadie make love to another woman. She loves oral sex so much, he is sure she would get lost in another woman's pussy. Marco would love to watch, but he knows he'd love to participate even more. He thinks about watching Sadie have sex with another woman; of Sadie watching him fuck another woman; and of them weaving a beautiful woman into their intense lovemaking. They talk of women that have attracted them from their mutual past. They talk about the possibilities.

All the talking and fantasizing turns them on, and before long they are fucking again, trying different positions and various locations within the apartment. They take a shower together and enjoy slippery soapy sex for over an hour, emerging with puckered fingers. They video themselves making love and then watch themselves, somewhat in awe of the passion that is caught on tape. 

They barely leave the apartment. Sadie leaves briefly to check in on her father, but otherwise their biggest sojourn is dinner out on Saturday night. They feel exposed; as if their sexual energy is transparent and everyone that looks at them can tell they've been naked and fucking like rabbits for hours. They can't keep their hands off one another and hurry back to Sadie's apartment to have each other for dessert. 

Sunday arrives and they make love all morning in the sun of the bay window. Marco leaves shortly after noon and they vow to get together soon. They will have phone sex and send sexy e-mails to one another as the week progresses, reliving the weekend in minute detail. They are both sore, but happy, and their sexual life is now in full bloom.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and the cashier is hovering over my shoulder.

"Ahem. There's no sleeping in the café, sir – house rules."

I wasn't sleeping, exactly, I try to explain. But it's not worth the effort. I slowly bring my head back into reality. My computer has gone into sleep mode. There is a different group of people sitting around me. I have been lost in a trance for, who knows how long. I look at my watch and realize it is time to go.

As I gather up my things I try to imagine what Sadie and Marco are doing this very minute. Where are they? Who is doing what to whom? How many countless orgasms have they had? I sigh, pack up my stuff, and head off into the afternoon.



Sadie and Mark



It was just my brother Mark and me at home. Mum and Dad were both away on holiday. We were supposed to be getting on with college work as we prepared to go to university. I am 18 and Mark is 19, having done a gap year, so we were both in that in-between stage.

I mean I like Mark- he's pretty good for a brother. He's a bit stern sometimes and I love to tease him, but he's basically okay. And he's dishy - above average height, slim and quite fit, with shortish wavy light brown hair. He says I'm quite neat too, when he's in a mood to pay compliments.

I looked round the door into his room.

'Hey Mark! Can I come in?'

'Hi, Sadie. Yeah come in.'

He was lying on his tummy on his bed, with his laptop propped up in front of him. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. He's got a shapely bum, I thought, not for the first time.

'I thought I'd go out and get us a bottle of wine for this evening,' I said.

'Good idea,'

'Do you want to come?'

'No. I'd better get on with this.'

'Okay,' I said, and swatted him on the bum.

'Ouch! What was that for?' he said hurling a shoe at me as I disappeared through the door. 'I'll get you later'' he muttered as I rushed down stairs. As I said I like teasing him.

The trouble with my going out to get the wine of course was that I had no money. No matter! His jacket was hanging in the hall, and I reached into his inside pocket to find his wallet. Looking round to check he wasn't watching I lifted a few quid from it. After all he was going to drink the wine so he could hardly object to paying for it, could he?

It was a short bike ride to the supermarket, and I had stolen enough money from Mark to buy three bottles. No point in going short, I thought! It was white wine, so when I returned I put it in the fridge, and laid the table.

Then I went back up stairs and quietly pushed open Mark's door.

'Can I come in?'

'Only if you promise not to attack me,' he said.

'I promise,' I said going in, 'I've got the wine.' He was still lying on his tummy on the bed.

'Good,' he said.

'I'm sorry I whacked you on the bottom.'

'Hmm,' he grunted, 'well I'm not sure I've forgiven you.'

I put my hand on the back of his thigh, and moved it up and down. He didn't say anything.

'Shall I rub it better?'

'What do you mean?' 

'Shall I rub your bum better?'

'You're a pervert!' he said. I continued moving my hand up his thigh.

'I'm sure I can make it better.' I placed my hand onto his jeans clad buttocks.

'I'm still going to have to punish you,' he said in a low voice. My hand was moving gently over his bum.

'What for?' I said. I sat myself down on top of his legs facing his bottom so he couldn't move easily. I continued stroking him.

'Because you're naughty'

'Am I?' I said. I put both hands on his bum and stroked it some more.

'Yes,' he said, 'You're incorrigible.'

'I don't know what that means,' I said 'I don't think you do either.' I took my hands from his bum and began to pull at his tee shirt to reveal his back.

He squirmed round and tried to push me off.

'What are you doing Sadie? I'm your brother not your toy!'

'You enjoy it. You like being my toy!' 

He squirmed some more and pushed me off. I ran out of the room laughing before he could hurl anything at me.

Mark had calmed down by the time we came to our evening meal. It was an easy to prepare instant lasagne, and the wine went with it nicely. I decided not to tease him any more, at least for the moment. We reminisced over the games we used to play when we were kids. We had had our daily bath together up until I was 11 and he was 12. I remember being quite jealous of him because he had a willie. I had wanted to touch it, and well....it is a good job mum had decided we were too old to continue sharing a bath after that.

'Well Mark,' I said,' do you want to share a bath again, as mum and dad are away?'

'You're a pervert,' he said.

'No I'm not! That's not pervy.'

'Yes it is. You should get a boy friend.'

'Don't want one!' I said, feeling suddenly sulky, ' all the boys I meet are awful!'

'Is that right?'

'Any way, why haven't you got a girlfriend?'

'Same reason, I suppose. They are all awful.' He sighed and we lapsed into silence.

'Your problem is that you'll never meet anyone as lovable, intelligent and beautiful as your sister!' I announced. He laughed.

'You?' he said smiling. 'I certainly don't expect to meet an as pervy and naughty as my sister.'

'You know you like it.'

'I haven't punished you yet for being naughty earlier. Come here.' He stood up and grabbed me by the wrist. I struggled to get free.

'Bend over,' he commanded. I stopped struggling and bent over sticking out my bum. I was wearing tight jeans and a cotton top.

'Say it,' he commanded.

'Say what?'

'Say you've been naughty.'

'I've been naughty.'

'And perverted.'

'I've been naughty and perverted.'

'And you deserve to have your bottom smacked.'

I sighed.

'I've been naughty and perverted and I deserve to have my bottom smacked.'

'It's a very pretty bum,' he said. I was pleased by that.

'I've been naughty and perverted and I deserve to have my very pretty bum smacked.'

He laughed then he gave me a sharp smack with the flat of his hand. It hurt.

'Ouch!' But then he stopped. I was expecting more than one smack. I left my bottom sticking out. I felt obscurely disappointed.

'Is that all?'

'Why are you planning to be more naughty and perverted?'

I smiled to myself. He hadn't noticed the money I had taken.

'Do you want to take that bath now?' I said. He groaned.

'You know we can't.'

'Why not?'

'Because we are brother and sister, and grown up!'

'So if we weren't brother and sister you'd want to would you?'

He looked exasperated. 'Let's clear up and then we can watch a DVD.'

'Okay. Have we got anything nice and sexy?'

'Sadie! Calm down. We've got this feature length French cartoon. It 's supposed to be good.'

And it was. I cuddled up with Mark on the settee and we drank some more wine. I managed to get through the evening without being naughty. I thought I'd leave that until tomorrow.

It was warm and sunny in the morning. I decided to wear a high waist dress. It is quite short and shows my legs off quite well. I've got quite nice legs, and I wondered if Mark would notice them. 

He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I felt obliged to get on with some college work. At least for a bit.

Eventually when I couldn't wait any longer I decided to visit him.

'Can I come in Mark?'

'Yeah, sure.'

He was lying on the bed on his tummy again using his laptop. I looked at his bare legs. They are quite smooth for a boy's. Would he mind if I put my hand on the back of his leg?

There was a picture on his screen.

'Mum and dad have sent us an email and some pics. Look!'

They were on holiday with our aunt and uncle, and some cousins. They'd gone to a Greek island. It had been a last minute thing and no space for us two. I sighed. I put my hand on Mark's leg as I leaned over to look at the picture. It showed mum and dad on a beach, in their cossies. Mum had on a bikini, and dad had on swimming trunks. 

'They look like they're having a good time,' I said.

'Hmm they do! They look quite good don't they? I mean they are in pretty good shape for forty year olds.'

I moved my hand up his leg. He didn't say anything. I leant closer so that my face was next to his.

'People say we look like them.' I stroked his leg.

'Yes, they do.'

'Do you think we do?' I moved my hand further up his leg.

'Well, we're slimmer,' he said. His voice was a bit choked.

'And firmer, aren't we?' My hand had reached the top of his thigh.

'Yes, I guess so.'

'Dad fills his trunks quite well. And mum's boobs look quite firm. Are you feeling firm, Mark?'

He gulped. My hand had got to the underside of his right buttock.

'What are you doing with your hand Sadie?'

'I'm stroking your leg. Come on, you know you enjoy it.' I stuck my tongue in his ear.

'You're getting onto my bum.'

'Do you want me to stroke your bottom?'

He grunted and gasped a bit.

'Yes, I mean no. No, you can't.'

'I can if you want me to!'

'Good grief. You're using me as your toy again, aren't you?' He squirmed round so that I had to remove my hand.

'Hmm. Spoilsport!'

'You're being naughty and perverted. Again.'

'So you going to punish me then?'

'Almost certainly.'

'Promises, promises..'

He laughed.

'Sisters aren't supposed to behave like you do.'

'Well, I don't care. Look let's check how much we look like our parents.'

'How?'

'Let's stand together in front of the mirror.' I hauled him upright and we stood together. I think he was a bit embarrassed by the bulge in the front of his shorts.

'The trouble is we can't really tell, because of how we are dressed,' I said.

'No, that's true.'

'So, you'd better take your shirt off.'

'You reckon?'

'Yeah, come on, otherwise we'll never know.'

He sighed. So I took the initiative and pulled his shirt up. He didn't struggle too much, and soon stood there bare to the waist. He looked good, all nice and firmly muscled. I ran my hands up and down his chest.

'Yes,' I said, 'you are good and firm! At least above the waist.'

'What a mood you are in! Any way we need to see how much you look like mum.'

'Okay,' I said, 'help me with this.' Together we pulled my dress up over my head and I stood beside him.

Of course I wasn't wearing a bra. I stood there in just my panties. My tits are B-cup and pretty firm. They're not as big as mum's but they stand up pretty well without any support. And my legs are quite long in proportion.

'Well, what do you think, Mark?'

He groaned and said nothing. I felt very deflated, all my confidence suddenly evaporating.

'Mark? Come on, tell me.'

He was silent. He just stared.

'Come on Mark, I'm not that bad, am I?'

'Oh, fuck, Sadie.'

'What?'

'You look gorgeous, really lovely.'

'Really? Do you mean it?'

'Yes, you look gorgeous and sexy. And you are very perverse and naughty.'

I was so relieved. He liked what I looked like! I leaped on him and put my arms around him. I gave him a big sloppy kiss. He struggled to get away.

'Do you like my tits?'

'Yes.'

'Do you want to...?'

'Enough, Sadie. I've got to get on.' He manoeuvred me out of the room, and I retreated to my own room, with a smile.

I lay on my bed and put my hand on my knickers to press on my pussy. Mark thought I was gorgeous and sexy! That made me feel all delicious and squishy. Hmm!

A little later I was lying on my tummy using my laptop. I decided to check my emails. I was surprised to find one from my cousins who were on holiday with mum and dad. They are a similar age to Mark and me. And they too had sent pictures, including a beach shot. However it was clearly a different beach from the one mum and dad had used.

Mark appeared at my doorway. He was still wearing only his shorts. He's got a nice smooth firm torso.

'Hey Sadie, how's it coming along?'

'Okay, I guess,' I said, 'come in, I've got something to show you.'

He came in, and I indicated that he should join me on the bed so that he could see the laptop. So he lay on his tummy beside me.

Then he put his hand on the back of my right thigh. I didn't say anything.

'What have you got to show me?'

'I've had an email from cousins Maggie and John'.

'Oh yes.' He moved his hand up my thigh.

'You know they're on holiday with mum and dad.'

'Yeah, that's right.' His hand had moved to the base of my panties.

'You're stroking my leg.'

'I am.'

'Okay.'

'It's my turn. If you can be perverted, then so can I.' His hand was cupping my left buttock cheek.

So I put my hand on his bare back. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

'What did the cousins have to say?' he asked.

He pushed his fingers under my knickers and stroked the space between my buttocks. I gasped.

'They seem to be having a good time.'

'That's good.' 

His fingers were moving up and down my bum crack.

'You're touching my bottom Mark.'

'Yes. Is that perverted and naughty? Do you want me to stop?'

'It's nice.'

I pushed my hand under his shorts and pressed on the top of his bum. He squirmed.

'What else did our cousins have to say?' Mark asked, sounding breathless.

His fingers ran onto my anus. Oh god!

'They've been to a nude beach,' I gulped, 'and they've sent a picture.'

His fingers were pressing on my arsehole. 

My fingers were pushing between his buttocks.

'Show me the picture then,' he said.

I had one hand on his bottom and the other clicking the computer keys. His hand had travelled down from my anus to my pussy. His fingers were pressing against my pussy lips. Oh god, oh god! I was glad I had shaved off my pubic hair. It all felt so delicious and naughty.

The picture came up of the two cousins standing together on the beach, quite naked.

'Good grief, they're nude!' he said.

His fingers had pushed apart my pussy lips and he was rubbing them up and down. They were all moist and squishy. I felt like I was dissolving.

'Do you want me to stop, Sadie?'

'No, no, whatever you do don't stop.' I gasped and gasped.

'Okay Sadie.'

His fingers were rubbing vigorously on my pussy. I stuck my bottom up so that he could get a better purchase. Oh fuck, oh fuck.

And my lovely brother kept rubbing and pushing as I got hotter and wetter, until I quite fell apart in a gorgeous climatic quivering mess. I curled up and whimpered. I'd cum.

We lay quietly for what seemed like ages while I tried to gather my wits. Mark kissed me on the top of my head in a gentle manner.

I looked up at the image of my two cousins naked on a beach.

'They are still naked aren't they? What do you think, they look quite good don't they?' I said.

'Yes, they look good.'

'Do you think we look like them?'

Mark smiled at me.

'What are you thinking, you pervy little minx?'

'What I'm thinking is....'

'Yes?'

'That we should find out.'

'And how might we do that?'

I got up off the bed and stood in front of the mirror. Then I pulled my dress off over my head, and pushed down my knickers. I looked at my naked self. I thought I looked okay, all smooth. My nipples were quite hard.

'Like this.'

Mark stood up. He was only wearing his shorts. The trouble was he had a raging hard-on, so getting them off might be painful. He leaned forward to get them off.

Then we stood together in front of the mirror. Like our cousins in the picture, we were naked, with one major difference. In fact, with one big, big difference. Mark's cock stood out at an upright angle. Gosh he had a nice hard cock. I longed to touch it. 

'Mark, can I...?'

'Can you what, you pervy little sister?'

'Can I, you know...' I put my hand on his tummy. He pushed his cock forward. My hand slid down towards it. He had shaved off his pubic hair. He was very smooth.

'Yes,' he said, 'I think I'd like that. Hold it.'

So I put my hand round his cock, and moved it slowly up and down. He moaned.

I had had all sorts of wicked fantasies about this, but I am not very experienced. I wanted to put it in my mouth. Should I ask him, or just do it? I looked at his face. He had closed his eyes.

So I knelt down before him and engulfed the end of his penis in my mouth. Oh what a treat! I rubbed my hand up and down and licked and sucked. He grunted, so I speeded up.

I took it out of my mouth, and looked at the glistening shiny bright knob. What a beauty! I rubbed it vigorously and he quivered and squirmed. Then suddenly it squirted semen all over my face. Gosh what a lovely sticky mess it made!

We paused and lay together quietly for a while. I toyed with Mark's penis. It was quickly becoming hard again.

'Mark, do you want to...you know..do it again?'

He sighed.

'We really shouldn't do this, you know,' he said.

'But I like playing with you. You are my favourite toy!'

'I need to think about this,' he said and got up and walked out, 'I'm going to take a shower'.

A little later I had cleaned up, when I heard Mark saying something about going out to get some more wine. I heard the door close. It wasn't long before I heard him return.

'Sadie!'

'What do you want?'

'Come down stairs, I need to talk to you.'

Oh dear, that sounded ominous. I went down stairs to the sitting room.

'Did you get some wine?' I asked.

'Yes. But when I came to pay for it, there was money missing from my wallet!'

'Oh!' He had discovered that I had taken his money!

'Did you take my money, Sadie?'

I avoided his eyes. He looked a bit angry.

'Well, did you?'

'I am sorry Mark. I wanted to get us a treat, and I had no money!'

'Good grief Sadie! You could have asked!'

'I wanted it to be a surprise.' 

'Fuck it Sadie, you've been really disgracefully bad!'

'I have?'

'I don't know what I am going to do with you!'

He sat down and I stood before him with my head bowed.

'I have no option. I am going to have to teach you a lessen. You must be punished!'

I gulped.

'What are you going to do?' I asked in a little voice.

'You have behaved like a very naughty little girl! So you must be punished like a little girl!'

'How is that?'

'I'll show you.' He grabbed me, turned me round and lifted my dress. 'I am going to spank you. You know you deserve to be spanked!' He sounded very stern.

'Yes,' I said in a whisper.

'Firstly you must admit it!'

'I have been a very naughty little girl!'

'And you deserve to be spanked.'

'And I deserve to be spanked.'

'On your bottom.'

'On my bottom!'

'Say it all!'

'I have been a very naughty little girl and I deserve to be spanked on my bottom!'

'Hmm!' He grabbed me again. 'Over my knee, now, you must assume the spanking position!' he said.

I lay across his knees and he lifted my dress to reveal my panty-clad bottom.

'Say please!'

'Please spank my bum, Mark.'

'You really want to be spanked, don't you?' he said sounding slightly surprised.

'Yes, I do', I said in a croaking whisper.

'Maybe you should beg.'

'I am begging to be spanked, please.'

'Hmm. Okay.' With that he commenced spanking me, hard, with the flat of his hand. And it hurt, and I yelped. He did it six times.

When he stopped I let my hand stray over the front of his trousers. Was that a bulge? Was he getting aroused?

'That is not the end of your punishment', he said, 'now stand up.'

I got up off his lap and stood before him hanging my head.

'You must go to your room!' he said. I was disappointed, I didn't want to be banished.

'I'd rather be spanked again, than go to my room.'

'Are you disobeying me?'

I gulped. This was getting scary.

'Yes', I said.

'Well that is being even naughtier. So you must be spanked some more. Come here!' He grabbed me and turned me round. Then he lifted my dress and pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them.

'You must be spanked on your bare bottom, for being very, very naughty.'

'Yes Mark.'

'So beg me for it!'

I gasped; I seemed to be short of breath.

'I have been a very, very naughty little girl. Please spank me on my bare bum.'

He ran his hand over my bottom, and stared at it.

'It is a very pretty bare bottom. Come on, say it!'

'Please spank me on my pretty bare bum!'

He stared at me.

'Okay. Assume the spanking position!'

I lay across his lap. And he lifted my dress and spanked me, firstly on one buttock, then on the other. It hurt, more this time. I am sure my bottom was getting red, as I squealed with pain. It was another six more spanks. And the bulge in the front of his trousers increased.

He pushed me off and I stood before him.

'Well,' he said 'is that enough punishment for now?'




Sadie and Mark



'I don't know.' I said.

'Have you finished being naughty?'

'Is this being naughty?' I said, and pulled my dress up over my head. I stood before him naked. He seemed to be having trouble breathing.

'Yes, that is very naughty!'

'So, must I be punished some more?' I wiggled my hips at him.

'Yes, you must!'

'What would make the punishment really painful for me would be if you took your clothes off too!'

He stared at me in a calculating way. Then he stood up, removed his shoes and socks. Then he pulled off his shirt. Then he removed his trousers and underpants. He was aroused! 

'You are completely perverted little sister!'

I put my hand on his erect cock and stroked it.

'And you are my toy!'

'Not yet, I'm not,' he said pulling my hand away. Then he squeezed my nipples quite hard, which hurt!

'You must be punished some more!' he said, 'you must beg me to do it!' 'Please spank me on the bottom Mark. I have been very naughty taking off my dress, and exposing my naked body.'

He stared at me, and his cock twitched.

'Your very pretty and sexy naked body!'

I was pleased he'd said that.

'I have been very naughty, taking off my dress and exposing my very pretty and sexy naked body. Please spank me on the bottom!'

He smiled.

'Okay! Assume the spanking position!'

I lay across his lap. It meant my torso was pressing against his erection!

Then he started spanking me again. Once more he spanked each buttock alternately, as well as the tops of my thighs. And god it hurt. I had begun to think this might be a nice game, but he was quite serious about causing me pain. I yelped and yelped, and found that there were tears in my eyes.

After what seemed like a vast number of spanks, which I think was about twelve, he stopped. I am sure my bum was brilliant red. It felt very sore.

He told me to get up and walked out of the room, his cock going before him! He returned almost immediately with a bottle and a tube. He sat down, and indicated that I should return to his lap.

'Now let's rub your bottom better,' he said. And with that he poured some lotion from the bottle and began to spread it over my buttocks. God it felt delicious. I was already tingling with the erotic buzz from being spanked, and now he was caressing and oiling my bum cheeks. I was sooo turned on! I squirmed with pleasure.

Then his fingers moved over my anus and down to my pussy. He pressed on my pussy lips, and I moaned. He pushed his fingers inside my pussy. I was so so wet! His fingers slipped in and he moved them around inside me. It was exquisite. He was pushing in and out and rotating them. Well I was already really turned on and I came in seconds! Oh, oh, oh I gasped, convulsing!

But he hadn't finished. It was KY jelly which he squeezed onto my anus. It felt cool and only slightly threatening. Then I felt his finger going round my tight little anus.

'Do you want me to?' he said.

'Yes', I said, 'put your fingers in!'

'Fingers? More than one?'

'Yes'.

'My word you are very very perverted little sister!'

'Yes, I am. Please do it!'

So he pushed his finger in my ass, and then two fingers. My anus welcomed them and they slid in and out. And god help me I came again!

Oh god, Mark is right. I am a perverted little sister. I come so easily in such illicit circumstances! I am beginning to think I must be a freak! But Mark was hugging me close and that felt lovely. And he was still very hard!

'I like what you do to my bottom, Mark!'

'What all of it?'

'Yes, all of it.'

'You are the most perverted little girl! I liked it too.'

'Do you want me to do something with your nice cock?'

'Yes.'

'Suck it?'

'Yes.'

I knelt down before him, and began to stroke his nice and very firm cock. Then I put it in my mouth. I need to practice this I thought, because I want to be good at it. I squeezed some of the lotion on his penis and spread it over his balls. He seemed to like it when I squeezed them. I licked and gobbled on his cock head.

My fingers got busy. He seemed to like anal stuff, so I began to finger his arse hole. He grunted. So I took the KY jelly and spread it over my finger. It slid in easily. As did a second one. 

I was gobbling his cock and finger fucking his anus. I think he was enjoying it. I know I was!

When I felt him begin to jerk, I took him out of my mouth. I don't know how to swallow, yet. I am sure I will be able to if I practice. He squirted all over my face again, making grunting noises. My brother had cum!

A little later, after we had both cleaned up, I was in my bedroom. I was lying on my tummy with my bottom in the air. I had not got dressed as the cool air felt good on my sore bum.

Mark came in and handed me a glass of wine.

'Here you are my little perv, have a glass of wine,' he said.

'Why thank you.'

He sat down on the bed.

'You know, Sadie, that what we have been doing is not proper!'

'How do you mean? I enjoyed it.'

'Well, you know it's incest!'

'How is it incest?'

'Of course it is. It's brother sister sex!'

'We haven't had sex!'

Mark spluttered and appeared to choke on his wine.

'What do you mean, Sadie? It's been pretty sexual.'

'Well, you know Mark, it hasn't been actual sex has it? We've just played around a bit. Like we did when we were kids.'

'Huh?'

'You are just my toy!'

'So because we haven't had conventional sex, like cock in vagina sex, it doesn't count as incest?'

'That's right!'

'So what we have been doing is okay?'

'Yes.'

Mark's hand was stroking my bottom again. His fingers began to stray over my anus.

'So we could do it again?'

'Yes.'

He was pushing his finger into my anus.

'So, could we go further?'

He was dressed but I could see he was getting aroused again.

'Why don't you remove all your clothes Mark, so that I can play with my toy?'

He got his clothes off pretty quickly. He was erect, again. I put my hand around his cock, and pulled myself up to give him a big kiss. Then I whispered in his ear.

'You can't put my toy in my pussy. But it can go in my bottom!'

'Okay,' he said, returning my kiss, and pushing another finger into my oh so willing anus!