My Sister, Sadie

Francesca was apparently taken by Sadie's beauty and hit on her the first day. Sadie was put off by Francesca's amorous attention. I told her to play along, within reason because she could be a good source of information regarding the investigation. Sadie being the loyally dedicated detective didn't make an issue when Francesca would accidentally brush a hand over her breast or squeeze her bottom or thigh. Sadie soon began to enjoy the chills she received when Francesca occasionally kissed her on the neck below her left ear. It had been almost two years since her divorce, and Sadie hadn't been intimate with anyone since her ex-husband. She was way past horny. The smell of Francesca's perfume and the tickle of her lips on Sadie's neck was becoming an aphrodisiac. Sadie's nipples involuntarily hardened each time it happened, and Francesca was quick to notice.

I could hear the excitement in Sadie's voice when she called to inform me that Larry was scheduled to meet someone from out of town at a local strip club out by the airport. The meeting was to take place around eight o'clock that evening. It was whispered around the office that the out-of-towner was a vital member of a Colombian Drug Cartel. I knew it was essential to put eyes on this person and get a positive ID on him. I picked Sadie up at seven o'clock and drove to the strip club.

The parking lot was sparsely filled, and it would look suspicious if Sadie and I just sat in the car watching the front door. I found a parking space that allowed me to park, so it appeared like a couple of lovers making out. I had Sadie sit next to me in a position that allowed me to pull her close and peer over her shoulder at the front door of the club. If anyone observed us, it would look like to two people making out on a dimly lit parking lot. It was the perfect cover.

Detective Hughes and Alvarez arrived next in the surveillance van and parked where they could get surreptitious photos of people entering and leaving the club. My other detectives took up positions further from the club but close enough to move in quickly if the need arose. Shortly before eight o'clock, a black Lincoln Town Car pulled up to the front door of the club. The driver jumped out and opened the rear door. Larry Driscoll got out and said something to his driver before entering the strip club. The driver parked the car a short distance from the club then returned to the front door. He kept his back to the club as he scanned the parking lot for anything suspicious. I had instructed any team members who believe their cover is about to be blown to leave the area rather than jeopardize the operation.

I rested my chin on Sadie's shoulder as I followed the movement of the driver as he moved about the parking lot. I could smell Sadie's perfume. It was subtle and alluring. I could hear Sadie's breathing getting faster. I could also feel her breast rise and fall with each breath. I couldn't help it, but my cock began to stiffen. This was not supposed to happen; not at this crucial moment. I couldn't make any changes at this point without drawing attention to us. It could expose the whole surveillance operation. If Driscoll learned he was under suspicion, he would become more guarded and possibly move his money laundering venture to a location outside of our jurisdiction. That would end our participation in the investigation. The driver was three cars away from me and methodically checking each vehicle.

"Sadie...Driscoll's driver is almost upon us. We have to make this look like a real make-out session or blow our cover. Are you alright with that?"

Sadie didn't answer. She squeezes me tightly and presses her lips to mine. The driver is one car away from us, and Sadie is jamming her tongue hard against my lips. I part my lips a fraction, and her tongue pushes its way into my mouth and starts exploring. My heart is loudly pounding in my chest. Part of it is due to the driver being so close to our car, but it's mainly the excitement generated by Sadie's passionate kiss. I have never been kissed so thoroughly in my life, and my dick has never been harder.

I pull away from the kiss and breathlessly whisper to Sadie," Larry's driver is right outside our car. We can't let him see your face. He will recognize you and your undercover work in Larry's office will be over."

Sadie winks at me and drops her head in my lap. In a matter of seconds, my cock is out of my pants and sliding down Sadie's throat. I felt my cock enveloped by the most incredible heat and wetness. It was sensational, Sadie had taken my cock in her mouth, and was calmly sucking while cupping my balls. She was magnificent. I'd never felt anything like it.

And after the stress caused by this investigation, I wasn't going to last long with her velvety mouth wrapped around my dick like that, squeezing it, massaging it, playing with it, exploring its shape with those sensual fingers. Somehow, I didn't explode right away...it was a miracle, really, considering the sensory overload she was putting me through. But I think the most exciting thing about it was...my Sister is delivering all this pleasure. The feeling was absolutely fantastic. I didn't want it to end, so I held on and held on, never wanting it to stop. Larry's driver seemed to be satisfied we were legitimate lovers and returned to his post at the front door. Sadie's mouth and tongue were working overtime, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her the coast was clear. I didn't even warn her my orgasm was seconds away. In just a few moments, I felt the climax brewing at the very base of my cock, then that twinge as I passed through the moment of no return, and the hot semen was bursting forth to spurt into Sadie's eager mouth.

I think she already knew it was coming because she slurped down every drop of my semen without pausing a second or losing a drop. After she thoroughly cleaned my cock, she pulled my face to hers for another passionate kiss. I was surprised when she pushes some of my own cum into my mouth. I was so sexually stimulated by it that we swirled it back and forth between our mouths. It was the most arousing sensation of my life. Five minutes later I was pulled back to reality when Larry and a Colombian man emerged from the club. They spoke for a couple minutes and then shook hands. They left in different cars.

I turned to Sadie and said, "Sadie I am so sorry to put you through that, but your cover was about to be blown."

Sadie snickered, turned her head toward the passenger window and mumbled under her breath, "My cover wasn't blown, but you sure were."

I wasn't sure I heard her correctly and asked, "What did you just say?"

Sadie pinched me on the cheek and then gave me a quick peck on my lips before moving back to her side of the car. I sat there stunned and speechless. Sadie motion with her hand for me to start driving. I ordered the team back to the office for a debriefing. I said nothing on the way back to the office. I had many puzzling thoughts and emotions running through my head.

During the debriefing, Bobby and Gord announce they had taken several good photos of everything that took place. They had photo proof Driscoll had met with a Colombian, and their pictures were clear enough to get an exact ID on the Colombian. He was Nicolas Mareno, a high-ranking Lieutenant of the Rojas Cartel. The debriefing resulted in a lot of highly useful information. I could feel Sadie's eye on me all during the debriefing. Every time we made eye contact, she would blush and look away.

The next morning, I had to meet with the Assistant U S Attorney in charge of the investigation to bring her up to date on our progress. The meeting went well, and I left her office feeling we would receive the necessary backing to build a solid case against CFO Larry Driscoll.

Bailey Perry is a 38-year-old Senior Prosecutor with the U S Attorney's office who enjoys dancing and listening to music. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very ruthless and a bit sneaky. Bailey is a semi-devout Christian who defines herself as straight. She has a degree in politics and economics, and a post-graduate degree in criminal law.

Physically, Bailey is in pretty good shape. She is average-height with fair skin, red hair and hazel eyes. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood and attended private schools. She was raised by a loving mother and a strict father who was instrumental in pushing her to a professional career in criminal law.

She is currently single. Her most recent relationship was with her late husband a cardiologist called Robert Perry, who was the same age as her. Robert died in 2017. The papers reported the cause of death: Melanoma. Bailey had no children with her late husband, Robert. Bailey's best friend is a senior politician called Charlie French. Charlie was influential in getting Bailey appointed as an Assistant U S Attorney. She also hangs around with Marc Bryant her younger brother and his friend Bentley Ryan. They enjoy drinking, dancing and partying together.

Sadie discovered incriminating documents linking Driscoll to the money laundering scheme and was able to snap some pictures of a few of the documents before being interrupted by Francesca. Sadie e-mailed the images to me, and I immediately presented the findings to U S Attorney Bailey Perry. She agreed that the pictures were important but said we needed to execute a search warrant on Driscoll and seize the original documents if we were to expect a successful prosecution. She delivered us the search warrant the next day but when we served the warrant all of the evidence had disappeared. From then on, we ran into one roadblock after another. Driscoll always seems to be one step ahead of us. The only way that was possible is that he was being tipped off by someone connected to our investigation. I trusted everyone on my team, so I surmised the leak was coming from someone on the Fed's side.

After weighing all the facts, I had a gut feeling it was either Francesca in Driscoll's office or Bailey Perry the prosecutor. I arrange for Francesca to receive a bit of false information and waited to see if it found its way back to Driscoll. It didn't. Sadie learned that Driscoll was meeting with the Colombian again at a local motel. I reported to Perry that we were going to surveil the meeting and try to get recordings of what was said. The meeting was abruptly called off. I felt reasonably sure Perry was the leak. I assigned two detectives to keep her under 24-hour surveillance. Each of the two detectives would work a 12-hour shift to monitor all her moves.

Friday night Bailey went to an upscale nightclub near downtown with her younger brother Marc and his friend, Bentley Ryan. They drank and danced until well after midnight. My detective noted that Bailey was all over her brother and his friend. She did everything but have overt sex with them on the dance floor. Marc gave his Sister a ride home. They parked in her driveway for a while before her head disappeared into her brother's lap. About five minutes later she sat upright, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. Bailey jumped out of the car and rushed into her house. Her brother backed out of her drive and sped away. My detective watched her home until relieved by the other detective.

We continued the surveillance of the prosecutor's home for several weeks. My detectives reported that CFO Driscoll paid a weekly visit to Prosecutor Perry and occasionally the Colombian would show up as well. The visits were mainly on the weekends. I reported my suspicions to the Chief of Detective's and was able to use back channels to get a warrant through a State Judge to wire the prosecutor's home. We installed state of the art video and audio surveillance in her home. Every room except the bathrooms was wired.

We have a large surveillance van that is marked up to resemble a city utility truck. The van had all the amenities of home. It had central air & heat; bathroom facilities and a single bunk bed for napping. One wall of the van had dozens of TV monitor to project the surveillance of each room in the house. Since the visits were mainly on weekends, we only utilized the large van on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. We worked the weekend surveillance in teams of two and Sadie, and I drew Saturday night.

At approximately nine o'clock Driscoll's town car dropped him off at Perry's home. Ten minutes later, Mareno, the Colombian arrived. The first hour they drank and discussed how the proceeds from the laundering venture would be split among them. Bailey kept the liquor flowing and as they drank she talked about how she planned to retire to a tropical setting within the next two and a half years. Bailey turned some music on and tried to encourage the two men to dance with her. The music drowns out our audio but it was apparent they were more interested in fucking her than dancing. She playfully squeezed their cocks, and they groped her ass and vagina. I noticed that Sadie had flushed red and was fidgeting in her chair. Her breathing picked up considerably, and I got an erection watching Sadie's reaction.

The trio moved to Bailey's bedroom, and the audio was perfect; so was the video. Driscoll and Mareno wasted no time stripping Bailey of her clothes. Each man took a tit in his mouth and began nibbling, sucking and chewing. Bailey was begging for them to fuck her. They quickly stripped, and Bailey flopped back on her bed with her legs splayed. Mareno was the first to bury his tongue in her pussy. Driscoll went back to grazing on her tits. I looked over at Sadie, and she had one hand under her dress rubbing her crotch and the other hand pinching her nipples. I couldn't help it, but at that moment I want my Sister more than anything in the world. I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately on the lips. My hands moved to her large perfect breasts as she kissed my mouth, and pinched her erect nipples.

I broke a world's record disrobing both of us. I left Sadie's panties on because I was anxious to get back to her beautifully full breast. I was sucking her nipples, and though she seemed to like it, after a while, she smiled at me and calmly moved one of my hands, pushing it down to languish between her legs. It was clear what she wanted, and I was only too willing to do as she wished. She gripped my cock and slowly stroked it up and down. Her cotton panties were already damp, and judging her erratic breathing, I didn't wait too long before slipping a finger inside the slippery folds of her pussy.

"Oh God," she moaned, saying breathily: "I've been waiting all my life for this moment."

"Me too," I whispered while kissing her delicate neck.

She paused, and her hand left my cock, much to my frustration. I started to protest but saw she was sliding her panties down so that she was naked, too. I felt my heart flutter. Without her underwear in the way, my hand had more liberty to delve into her pussy, and to seek out her engorged clit. She reacted well to that, her whimpers having more than a hint of surprise that I seemed to be so in tuned to her carnal desires. I still felt a little awkward being naked with my little Sister, but having never been naked with her before the feeling was also remarkable. Her approving noises as her fingers continued to explore my cock gave me assurance that I wasn't dissatisfying for her.

We were standing there awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, balancing against each other's body while we raced to please each other. But she seemed to have realized our clumsiness, for just at the right moment, she stopped and, pulled me towards the bunk bed. Then before I realized it, we were on the bunk bed, the doors to the van were locked, and we were kissing and pawing each other's body parts.

"Mmm..." she purred, her soft hands sweeping around my shaft. "I think we should give you a little release tonight; you need it!"

I felt kind of naughty being naked in front of my Sister, but at the same time so good. She made me feel as though my insides were on a rollercoaster. She kissed me, and I was about to caress her fabulous breasts again when she suddenly repositioned down to my cock. Then I nearly blew my wad, as I felt my cock enveloped again by the most incredible heat and wetness. It was phenomenal, Sadie had taken my cock back in her mouth, and was devotedly sucking while tickling my balls with her fingertips. She was marvelous. I'd never felt anything like it.

I knew I wasn't going to last long with her velvety mouth wrapped around my penis like that, clasping it, manipulating it, playing with it, exploring its shape with those sensual fingers. My hands returned to her large but perfect breasts as she sucked my cock. I pinched her erect nipples and rolled them between my thumb and index finger. I still felt a little strange being naked with her, but her appreciative noises and her fingers continuing to explore my cock gave me confidence. At least I wasn't disappointing for her, thank goodness.

I was touching her breasts, and though she seemed to like it, after a while, she smiled at me and calmly removed one of my hands, pushing it down between her legs. I knew what she wanted, and I was anxious to do as she wished. Her vagina was very moist, and judging her urgent desire, I didn't delay too long before slipping a finger inside the slippery folds of her pussy.

"Oh God," she moaned, saying breathily: "You have no idea how long I dream of this moment with you."

"Me too," I whispered while my finger was stirring inside her delightful, hot pussy, already so slick with her juices.

I pulled her up to me and took her stiff nipples into my mouth, I touched her clit with a thumb as I slid my middle two fingers inside her pussy. Sadie was writhing on the bed as I caressed her inside her sensitive pussy until she climaxed quite forcefully, and vocally. I thought that would be that, after her orgasm, but before she'd even got her breath back, she said to me: "Make love to me, Brad, please!"

Wow, I thought to myself, this was the final boundary as far as I was concerned. Was my Sister really asking me to do what I thought she was? My hesitation was evident, so she clarified: "Brad, I want you to fuck me."

Here I was in bed with my beautiful little Sister, and she didn't have a stitch on! I could see the patch of blond pubic hair between her legs. I felt so incredibly blessed. With my cock standing up rock hard, I positioned the head of my cock on her slick vaginal opening and applied gentle pressure. Her wetness allowed me to slide in easily. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting and releasing as I pushed in as far I thought I should go. She let out a low whimper then wrapped her legs around my hips, locking her heels behind my thighs and pulled me deeper.

The pleasure was so gratifying that I did have a premature orgasm but didn't lose my hardness. Once the rush had subsided enough for me to continue, I pulled back slowly and thrust into her again, this time faster strokes. She gasped. Faster again. Faster, then harder. I began a deliberate methodical in and out motion that sent chills through the both of us. My Sister would use her legs to raise her hips in order to meet my thrust, and I worked up to a pounding rhythm. She was panting noticeably, doing everything in her power to keep her moans soft enough not to alert anyone outside the van. This time of year, people often took nightly strolls through the neighborhood. My balls slammed against her ass again, and again. Her tight wet pussy hugged every inch of my seven-inch cock as I slid in and out of her. Her breaths were getting shallower and faster, and I could feel her hips start to spasm and her legs shake around me.

"Do it!" she whispered. "Harder... fuck me harder, Brad..."