My Sister, Sadie

No one under the age of 18 engages in sex in this story.

I again want to thank Gerard Miller and my wife for editing my story. This story may seem a bit longer than the others because they also suggested I put more effort into character development. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to offer suggestions for improved writing skills.

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"My little sister, Sadie. If I were to describe her, I would have to say she's intelligent, funny, witty, caring, loveable, and very, very attractive. Yes, you heard me right, I genuinely consider my own little sister to be a real beauty. And it's not only me saying that; most of my college friends reminded me almost daily that they thought she was gorgeous as well. Behind my back, some of them even refer to her as the so-called 'SILF' of the high school. And to be completely honest, she lived up to that nickname. If any guy ever thought about fucking one of his buddy's Sister, Sadie would be at the top of their list. That was another reason I was so protective of her. I knew what was going on in the minds of high school and college boys when a pretty girl was around, I had been just like them when I was in high school and college.

However, Sadie wasn't always the beauty she is today. As a young girl in middle school, she was skinny and awkward. Sadie was uncoordinated and didn't have any self-confidence or assertiveness. Sadie didn't really start to blossom into what she is today until Mom enrolled her in ballet classes. I am still amazed at the transformation that took place in Sadie with those ballet classes. Mom knew best, and by the time Sadie entered high school she was a real knockout. She was the proverbial ugly duckling that grew into the beautiful swan. Sadie had become a tall, athletic woman with straw-colored hair and emerald green eyes. On her 18th birthday, she was elected prom queen.

I'm Brad O'Malley, Sadie's Big Brother, and I'm tall and solid with muscles that don't precisely communicated the fact that I'm also powerfully strong. Sadie looked up to me because I was everything she wasn't. I'm five years older than she and I have always been very protective of her. I was out of high school before she entered, but I still made sure no one took advantage of my little Sister. My laid-back mannerisms fooled a lot of people into thinking I was a pushover. I was usually quiet and mild-mannered in high school. During high school, more than one 'would be' bully learned the hard way not to taunt me. My strength and my lighting fast right-cross knocked many of them into the middle of next week before they had time to realize their mistake. I soon found it gratifying stepping in and protecting my other classmates that weren't as big and strong as I was. Those tormenters that liked to prey on the weak quickly learned to tread lightly around me. Those young tyrants are probably the reason I chose to become a cop. As soon as I graduated college, I applied to the police academy and was accepted. The first six years on the department I patrolled the streets of my city in search of those who target the weak and helpless. I was then promoted to Sergeant and put in charge of Special Investigations.

Sadie dated Billy Taylor all through high school and college. As far as I know, he always treated her with respect. He knew I would take harsh action if he didn't. During her junior year of college, she and Billy got hastily married due to an unexpected pregnancy. At age 22 after their son, Jason was born she was forced to drop out of college and devote all her time to motherhood. Even after having a child, her body was still the envy of her peers. She did gain the natural weight that goes along with pregnancy and became pleasingly plump, but she was still a beauty.

Billy graduated from college and became a successful banking executive. He rose quickly through the ranks at the largest city bank and was able to give his family a trouble-free lifestyle. That is until he started playing around with other women. Sadie was crushed when she found out about his cheating. They sought counseling, but it didn't help. Billy was too hooked on the playboy lifestyle. At age 28 Sadie found herself divorced with a five-year-old son depending solely on her because Billy showed no signs of wanting to be a father.

I loved my little sister more than anything in the world. We did almost everything together. I got along well with her husband, Billy and was invited to dinner practically every week but after her divorce we became distant, and I rarely heard from her. But last month she was suddenly there at my front door, and she had changed a lot. Instead of long flowing blond hair, she now had shorter hair that barely covered her ears. Body wise she had also changed in that she had lost the weight gained during pregnancy; then some. There was a healthy glow about her that I hadn't seen since her college days. Yes, my young sister was again a total stunner. A beautiful feminine example with a body that would be the envy of all her female friends, and a body that would undoubtedly draw the attention of all sexually healthy men. But what had changed the most was inside of her. She radiated self-confidence, certainty, and pride. There was an excitement about her that begged to get out. She couldn't keep her secret any longer.

"I'm now a police officer," she blurted, "I graduated from the police academy last night."

She searched my face for my reaction. I was stunned. I was at a lost for words. How could she have gone through the police academy without me hearing about it? I am a Sergeant and usually receive a roster of new cadets entering the police academy along with a ranking of each officer. I didn't recall seeing Sadie's name come across my desk.

"What the hell do you mean...you graduated from the police academy last night?"

The tone of my voice apparently took her by surprise. It was harsh and intimidating. The look on her face was that of shock and surprise. It was soon followed by sadness and tears; lots of tears. I felt like a real asshole for making her cry. I put my arms around her and held her tight.

"I'm sorry for going off on you like that, but I'm concerned for your safety," I whispered in her ear, "Police work is dangerous, and I don't want you out there exposed to all that violence."

"I thought you would be happy for me," she sobbed.

"What possessed you to join the police department?" I asked.

"Well...Duh! I have a young son to raise on my own. Billy pays child support but does little beyond what the court ordered, and I am sure that his support will stop as soon as Jason reaches his 18th birthday. I have to look out for our future," she sobbed.

"But why the police department?"

"The money is excellent for a single mother who didn't finish college, and the health benefits are far superior to what I would get with a clerical job. There will be an opportunity to advance through the ranks. And after I have been with the department for a year, they will pay for me to complete my college degree. I think it is the perfect solution to my problems."

"But what happens if you are killed in the line of duty? What happens to Jason?"

"If I had a clerical job and died it would be tough going for Jason. You know as well as I do that the department has programs in place to take care of children of fallen officers. He would receive a generous sum from the city and police department plus money from separate insurance I have signed up for. There are college tuition grants for children of slain officers. He would have a more secure future, and of course, he will have you to look out for him.

"I still don't understand how you joined the department without someone connecting the dots and realizing you were my Sister."

"I used my married name on the application."

Whether you used the name Sadie O' Malley or Sadie Taylor, someone should have picked up on it and notify me."

"I didn't use my nickname, Sadie. I used the name on my birth certificate; Saphronia. I guess you forgot Mother named me after her favorite Great Aunt Saphronia."

"Okay...I forgot all about dear ol' Aunt Saphronia. That explains why no one connected you with me. Even I wouldn't have connected the name Saphronia Taylor to you. No one ever called you by that name your whole life."

Sadie looked at me with an anxious expression and said, "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I would rather no one knows I am your Sister. And don't you dare pull any strings to get me a choice assignment. I don't want special favors from your friends, and I especially don't want harassments from people who don't care for you."

"Okay...I understand your thinking, and I will respect your wishes. I won't tell a soul you are my little Sister."

"I report for duty tomorrow on the middle shift at the Hickory Hills Precinct. I can't wait to find out who my FTO (Field Training Officer) will be. I hope it's someone who really knows how to police and not some Neanderthal who thinks women don't have any place on the job. The job is going to be hard enough without the hassles of hardcore sexists."

"Leave it to me, Sadie. I will make sure they don't put with some asshole!"

"No, Brad! You just promised to not pull any strings for me. I want to make it on my own. I will let you know if I truly need for you to intervene."

Sadie visited with me for over an hour. She was so excited about the prospects of her new career. I told her about the Do's and Don'ts that will help her adjust to life on the police department. I tried to alert her to many of the pitfalls that plague rookie officers during their first few years. She shared her hopes of advancing on the job, and I promised to help when she wanted me to. As soon as Sadie left, I picked up the phone and called Lt. Burton, the Mid-shift Commander at Sadie's Precinct.

The phone rang three times before the Lieutenant finally answered in a gruff voice, "Lt. Burton here!" It was apparent he was busy.

"Lt. Burton...this Brad O' Malley in Special Investigations."

"Oh yeah, Sergeant. What can I do for you?" There was a softer tone in his voice.

"I was at the academy last night for the graduation of new officers. I noticed a female officer that may fit well in an upcoming investigation. I reviewed her rankings as she progressed through the academy and I can see she performed well in all areas. Once she has completed her Field Training, I would like to consider her for an investigative position in my Squad. Her name is Saphronia Taylor."

The Lieutenant was silent for a while and then cleared his throat. He spoke in a whisper on the phone and said, "Sergeant are you sure you want that officer in your squad?"

There was a sinister tone in his voice. I was speechless for a moment. I couldn't understand why the Lieutenant would ask such a question. I took a deep breath and asked, "Why would you ask me that? Is there something I should know about this officer?"

"Sergeant O' Malley...what I am about to say must remain strictly between us; Commanding Officer to Commanding Officer. If you were to breath one word of it, I would deny I ever said it. Is that perfectly clear?"

A thousand crazy scenarios flashed through my head. None of which I could link to my little Sister. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Absolutely Lieutenant...I promise not to mention it to a soul."

"First let me say that I am not a sexist. There is not a sexist bone in my body, but in the twenty-seven years I have been in the police department, Officer Taylor is undoubtedly the most breathtakingly beautiful woman ever to wear the police uniform. She will be a nightmare for any Commanding Officer she serves under. She will bring chaos to his command because every officer on the shift will be fighting to fuck her. Please excuse my French, but I do mean they will be doing everything in their power to fuck her. This woman is so beautiful I am tempted to leave my wife of twenty-five years just for a taste of her pussy. I kid you not, this Officer belongs in the movies; not in the police department."

I breathed a sigh of relief. From the way the Lieutenant had acted, I thought Sadie had created a problem that would get her fired before serving a week. I have always thought Sadie was beautiful, but she didn't fit the picture that the Lieutenant was painting and I know for sure she has no plans to be a home wrecker. I needed to get her assigned to me before her reputation was shattered beyond repair. If the word goes out that she is trouble, her police career will be over before it begins. I didn't want her to go through that heartbreak.

"So, you are saying that just because she is beautiful, she shouldn't be allowed to work as a police officer?"

"I'm just saying that since she is so beautiful, she will distract the male police officers, and maybe a few female police officers in a way that will disrupt the whole shift. It's a problem I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy."

"Lieutenant if you see her as that much of a problem, why not give her a 90-day transfer to my Squad to see if she will be the asset I envision her to be. If she proves to be trouble, we can terminate her employment. If she works out here, I will start the paperwork to make her transfer permanent."

"That's fine with me, O' Malley. When she reports for duty this afternoon, I will instruct her that she has been temporarily assigned to you for ninety days."

"Oh...and Lieutenant, don't tell her I requested her for my Squad. I don't want her to think that she is so in demand that she gets the big head and becomes a diva. That's a problem I really don't want to deal with."

"Okay, O' Malley, I understand completely. She is your problem now. Don't say I didn't warn you and good luck with your new soon to be a headache."

I hadn't been in my office for more than twenty minutes when I looked up and saw my Sister come charging through the front door of our Squad Room. I could see she was boiling over with anger. Her face was blood red, and it looked like she was ready to explode at any minute. My secretary read her body language and quickly pointed her toward my office. As soon as she crossed the thresh hold of my office I told her to close the door before she said a word.

I pointed to a chair in front of my desk and said, "Have a seat so I can tell you why you are assigned to me."

She closed the door but remained standing and screamed, "Damn it, Brad...I specifically asked you not to tell anyone I was your Sister and I told you I didn't want any special favors and..."

I cut her off in mid-sentence, assumed my role as her Commanding Officer and shouted in my most commanding voice, "Officer Taylor, shut up and sit down! You are not in any position to come in here and raise your voice to my Secretary or me, your Commanding Officer. Is that clear?"

Sadie knew by the stern expression on my face that I was deadly serious. She took a seat and tears began to well up in her eyes. She was still red-faced but answered in a shallow voice, "Yes, Sir."

"Okay...Let's start over again. I'm going to introduce you to my Secretary that you so rudely blew by earlier. Her name is Beverly Harris, and I will get her to introduce you to all the other personnel in Special Investigations. Then she is going to assist you while you fill out a mountain of paperwork related to this assignment. After that, she will begin your orientation which will explain all your duties in this Squad. She will be able to answer all your questions, or she will refer you to me for an answer. Don't tell her anything that you don't want everyone in the Squad to know. In fact, you should get in the habit of not sharing anything with anyone unless there is a good reason for them need to know. We operate on a NEED TO KNOW system in this Squad. If you don't need to know about something you won't be informed so don't bother to ask. Are you ready to get started?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Oh...and don't forget to tell everyone you prefer to be called Sadie. Saphronia is too much of a mouth full; not to mention it's a fucking weird name, to begin with. And for your information, I didn't pull any strings, and no one knows you are my Sister."

I could see the relief in her face. Beverly introduced her around, and by the end of the first week, I had witnessed Sadie being hit on at least once by every Detective in the Squad; including Tina Quinn, the only other female Detective. Tina is a happily married heterosexual mother with two children, and I could tell she too was tempted by Sadie's beauty. At the start of Sadie's second week, I called everyone together and emphasized that there would be no sexual fraternization among the member of my investigative team. Anyone violating my directive would be transferred from the Squad. Everyone got my message. I could tell by the looks of Bobby Hughes' and Gord Alvarez's faces that they were disappointed in my rigid rule of conduct imposed on them.

Later that same day Sadie accused me in private of trying to intrude in her private sex life. She even suggested that I might be jealous. I have no idea where that came from. I have never been jealous of her boyfriends, and I have never knowingly committed any act that would suggest that I was interested in her in a sexual way. I told her she could have sex with any or all of the Detectives in the Squad, but not while on duty or anywhere near the police department. That seemed to calm her down. After she left my office, I had a fleeting thought that maybe it was her with the incestuous thoughts, but I quickly dismissed that thought.

During week three of Sadie's orientation, I receive a priority one case from the Chief of Detectives. We were to team up with the Feds on an international money laundering scheme involving a Colombian drug lord and a major U S Corporation headquartered in our little Metropolitan City. The Feds had caught the CEO in an insider trading scheme and was able to flip him to reveal that the CFO of that Corporation was heavily involved in a money laundering scheme. In the federal plea-bargaining agreement, the CEO is to cooperate fully with our investigation secretly. In return, he will not have to serve any prison time, and if our investigation is concluded successfully, his arrest record will be expunged.

I called my team together and laid out the details on the operation. I reminded them that the Feds never fully disclose and share information equally with their local law enforcement counterparts. Therefore, we will be guarded in what we pass on to them. Everything will be on a need to know basis. All information, evidence, and leads will be passed through me and me only. I will pass on to the Feds what I think they need to know. The Feds are usually in it for the political brownie points, and we are in it for the sole satisfaction of getting a thug off our streets. However, a few brownie points for us never hurt.

Larry Driscoll is a 40-year old CFO who enjoys NASCAR racing, NFL football, and Italian opera. He is smart and creative, but can also be very greedy and a bit sneaky. Driscoll is a Christian who defines himself as devout. He has a post-graduate degree in accounting and business studies. He is obsessed with vintage cars and has quite a collection. Physically, Larry is in pretty good shape. He is tall with bronze skin, dark hair and brown eyes.

He grew up in a lower middle-class neighborhood. He was raised by his mother; his father having left when he was young. He is currently divorced but sometimes dates Tara Lyons. Tara is the same age as him and works as an Electrical Engineer. He has two boys: Ben aged 14 and Blake age 19.

With the help of the CEO, I was able to get Sadie hired as the Executive Secretary to Larry's Administrative Assistant. Sadie has always been very good with computers and is a genuinely expeditious typist. Larry's Administrative Assistant is Francesca Moore. Francesca is a well-educated 29 years old bi-sexual who is addicted to pleasure. She strongly dislikes her older brother, and she is hiding a terrible secret concerning her past.