Sara & Sam Ch. 01

At length their lips parted. Sam held Sara's fingers in his and squeezed them gently, not really understanding what had happened, not knowing what to do next. Sara saw the anxious look in his soft, gently eyes and reassured him.

"Come on Sam, let's paddle!"

She kicked off her dancing shoes and waited while Sam did the same. Sara bent to her knees and rolled up his trouser legs, giggling as she did so. She took Sam's hand and led him to the water's edge. Sam felt the warm evening sand between his toes as he followed his sister to the white-edged water lapping gently on the beach. Cool water flowed over his feet and ankles, and together they walked silently, hand in hand along the sea's edge. A sense of unreality surrounded Sam, whose conscience and body were sending strong, diametrically opposite messages to his brain.

Reaching a small concrete jetty, they changed direction to walk away from the sea and towards a group of pine trees clustered around the edge of the nearby golf course. The sand under their feet was replaced by sharp pine needle which made them skip like children, then by the soft feel of close cropped grass.

Sara stopped, still holding Sam's hand. She turned to face him again. Without a word, their lips met once again, this time with increasing passion. Mouths opening, tongues seeking each other, they melted into each other's mouths and their bodies pressed close together, two dark shapes in the moonlight merging into one. Sam felt light headed, still feeling in a dream from which he was afraid to wake. Sara felt increasing passion, an increasing need to become closer to Sam in every possible way.

They paused momentarily in their embrace, gazing into each other's eyes. Sara reached up to cup her brother's face in her hands. His hands rose to her waist, then her sides, then slid upwards to gently cup her small breasts. He waited, expecting a reprimand, but none came. Her mouth returned to his, and his hands worked their way around to allow his thumbs to lightly rub her nipples through her dress. He felt a firming beneath his fingers, and a bulging in his pants. Sara pulled herself towards him, pressing her body against his in a now familiar manner. Her flat stomach pressed hard against his erection - she could not possibly fail to notice it - and his hands fell to her buttocks to hold her close and press her to him.

To his pleasure and surprise, he felt her body slide against his, and she began to rub herself lingeringly against his thigh. He moved his leg a little to make it easier for her and softly kneaded her buttocks as she moved against him. His fingers slowly, tentatively walked their way down her back and across her buttocks, with each step her dress inching upwards until he could feel her panties under his fingers. He slid his hands downwards until his little fingers rested in the fold below her buttocks.

No longer kissing, each could hear the other's breath coming faster and deeper. Sara felt Sam's strong muscular thigh between hers, and as she felt him raising her dress and the cooling night air brought a chill between her thighs, she realized how wet she had become. Her hand moved tentatively to Sam's groin and began to caress the bold erection that was fighting to escape. Sam's hands moved upwards on her buttocks, and his fingers slid down into the back of her panties to cup her cheeks in his palms. He felt a sweet softness and as his hands moved deeper down towards the base of her most private place, he found her wetness and felt very aroused.

He slipped his hands around to the sides of her dress and, grasping its hem, in a single smooth action lifted it up, over her head and threw it onto the grass nearby.

Sara rested against him in her high cut cotton panties. Her small, firm breasts, nipples erect in the evening air, looked white against her tanned torso. Sam's fingers ran through Sara's hair as she unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper to let his trousers fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and made to remove his shirt, but Sara shook her head. Moving closer, she took hold of its sides and, despite their height difference, drew it over his head and cast it alongside her dress on the grass.

They held each other tightly, each fearing the consequences of going further; each desiring the other passionately. Neither wanting to draw back; each fearing to take the next step towards an uncertain future.

Finally, Sam could restrain himself no longer. To Sara's delight and relief, he slid his hands back into her panties, easing them over her buttocks where they rested at the top of her slender, tanned legs. Sam slid his right hand, fingertips first, palm against her skin, down her soft, flat stomach until he could feel the tight curls of her pubic hair wrap around his fingers. Sara pressed her body against his and slipped a hand into the front of Sam's pants to grasp his shaft firmly, before freeing it from its captivity and stroking it slowly from base to tip. Sam's fingers descended further until the tip of his middle finger slipped between the moist lips between Sara's thighs to probe her core. She gasped and her knees went weak for a second with excitement. Sam's pants fell to the floor as she swept them downwards with her free hand. They stood motionless, holding each other tightly, as if contemplating whether to take this next giant step forward in their lives. They knew instinctively that once they had become one in body, there could be no going back.

They didn't want to go back.

Reaching down with her hands, Sara took Sam's fingers in hers and stepped backwards, pulling him towards her. She gently lowered herself onto the grass to lie on her back, pulling Sam towards her as she descended. Sam knelt between her legs and grasped the sides of her moist panties in his hands. He eased them down her legs, Sara bending her knees to help him. He cast her panties aside, next to his own.

Sam paused, looking down upon the pale triangle between her thighs. He saw a body that he wanted - and that wanted him - so badly. He put one hand under each of Sara's knees and lifted them, opening her soft thighs as he did so. Cool air struck the moisture between Sara's legs, and she shivered. Sam placed one hand either side of her shoulders, his body rising up and over Sara's, the tight muscles of his chest and stomach above her.

Gazing into Sam's eyes, Sara reached down between her legs and ran the palm of one hand from Sam's tight balls, along the length of his shaft, to its swollen head. She could feel moisture on the tip. As Sam moved slowly forwards and over her, she guided his swollen head towards her own moist opening until it rested against her pubic hair. Her outer lips were now engorged, leaving his path to her most private place moist and clear. She a felt shock of excitement as his smooth head rubbed up and down her opening. Her legs opened wider, and she reached out to run her fingers over Sam's chest and neck.

Sam paused, his tip between her inner lips. He waited for her acceptance.

"Are you sure, Midge?"

Sara understood that the decision to unite her body with her brother's was hers to make. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she recognized Sam's gentleness, his desire for her acceptance, his tender love for her.

In the end, the decision was easy.

"I'm sure, Sam. I want you now!"

Sara's heart and body filled with joy as with one smooth movement, Sam's firm, thick cock glided smoothly its full length into her warm, wet, welcoming body. Soft, high-pitched noises escaped her throat as he filled her, not stopping until she could feel his tight testicles pressing against the base of her buttocks. He rested there, his girth stretching her, his head she was sure she could feel pressing against the entrance to her womb. The world stopped turning for them. Looking up, Sara saw Sam's kind, loving face even now showing concern for her, his eyes moist with tears.

Sam looked down into the face of Angel beneath him, soft-eyed, her hair fanned out framing her beautiful, slightly flushed face. Two faces, their features so alike, gazed lovingly at each other. Two bodies - bodies which had sprung from the same womb - were now inexorably joined; united in a mating that felt so right and so natural, but which was at the same time so forbidden.

Sara felt tears breaking out of her and silently begged her body to open for the man she loved so much. Sam felt her warmth surrounding him, smelt the sweetness of her perfume and caught just the slightest trace of the scent of her passion rising from their union.

Sam made as if to speak, but Sara again laid her index finger on his lips to silence him. She said nothing, but nodded slowly and to his surprise, Sam felt her tighten around the base of his shaft, twice in quick succession.

With utmost sensitivity, he slid himself out of her body until just his head was within her. He paused, feeling her taut muscles gripping him just behind his head, then with a slow but firm stroke buried his length within her once again. The realization that it was now really happening; that it was now too late to turn back, was a blessed relief for them both, and as one they lost all remaining doubts and surrendered themselves to their lovemaking.

Sam fought to control his passion as he began long, measured strokes. He could feel Sara's tightness around him, and heard her breathing deepen as his pace quickened. Soft, contented noises emanated from her throat, and her legs, bent at the knees, opened wider to welcome him further. Sam's body, supported on strong, muscular arms, tightened as his passion drove him to stronger and stronger strokes.

Sara's breathing became hoarser as her excitement grew. Her fingernails dug into the grass alongside her and her head rocked from side to side with Sam's rhythm. Arching her back, she tilted her pelvis downwards, rubbing her clitoris against Sam's shaft with every stroke. She could feel every ridge, every contour of Sam's increasingly hard body as it invaded her and retreated. She had never known sex like this before. The pressure of Sam's body on hers; in hers; a perfection of compatibility she had never dreamed existed. The increase in her pleasure was frightening and, buried deep within her, Sam felt her tighten around him - the early signs of approaching orgasm.

Sam knew he could not last much longer. His eyes closed, he pictured Sara's innocent, childish face, the soft, barely developed body he remembered so well from their childhood, and struggled to reconcile this with the lovely, passionate, sexy woman whose body had eagerly accepted his. He opened his eyes to see her sweet, familiar face now contorted in the pleasure and pain of her approaching climax.

As Sara's passion increased, her body fluids thickened and in the moonlight Sam could clearly see whiteness gathering around the base of his shaft and streaking its sides. The smell of his little sister's excitement now filled his nose and his mind driving him onwards. Wild, primal feelings gripped him. The awesome pleasure in his loins was mounting and mounting, a fire burned within him and a familiar hot, wet feeling spread up the insides of his thighs.

"Midge? ...Midge?" He panted.

Sara was almost beyond speech. Ripples of pleasure spreading out from her vulva were racking her body. The low moaning had grown to a high squeal on every one of Sam's deep, penetrating strokes. As if reading his mind, she forced out the words

"Yes! Yes!".

Sam quickened his pace, using his thighs to drive his full length powerfully and repeatedly into and out of his beautiful, adoring sister's body. His orgasm was quickly approaching; the warm, wet feeling spreading quickly now across his back and to his chest and throat, where his breath came in short, animal grunts. His body was now out of his control, he could no more slow down his pounding than he could deny the identity of the wonderful girl he was making love with.

The quickening of Sam's pace lifted Sara still higher. A long loud moan filled the air and hung there, attracting the puzzled attention of the few late night drinkers that remained in the bar. Sara felt the swelling of Sam's head inside her as he prepared to come, and as the first spurts of semen struck her cervix, she gave up all attempts at self control and screamed Sam's name into the moonlit night.

Sam felt the sharp, pleasant pain of his ejaculation starting and with final, powerful thrusts, drove himself hard into Sara. He heard her cry out sharply, above the loud moaning that so excited him, and for a moment thought he had hurt her badly. He felt his head within Sara swell, and her vagina tighten around him. He felt a final flood of warm wetness within him; then a frenzied throbbing at the base of his shaft and between his legs as semen flowed out of him and into her. Twice he felt spasms hit as his body took control of him in the way it had controlled men for thousands of years. He felt his seed surging through him as his body pumped his essence into his little sister's eagerly waiting body.

The spasms eventually died down and he gasped in lungfuls of the sweet night air. Sara's vagina tightened around his base to hold him close. He lowered himself onto her, their mouths meeting in a soft exhausted kiss.

Sam held Sara close. Sara held Sam tightly, her legs wrapped around him, holding him inside her as he slowly softened. Their breathing slowed and their grasp gradually loosened.

After what seemed like an eternity, Sara kissed Sam on the forehead and released him from her thighs. Very slowly he pushed himself up, and even more slowly slid himself out of her. He lay down alongside her, both of them naked in the moonlight. His right hand stroked her stomach, but she looked away from him. A chill came over him and he spoke anxiously and earnestly.

"Midge! Oh Midge, I love you. I've always loved you - I just didn't realize how much until now." He waited for a response. There was none. Thunderstruck, Sam almost shouted out. "Do you hate me now, Midge?'

Sara turned to face him. She was crying.

"No Sam! I love you so badly too. I thought you'd hate me after - this!"

Without another word, he took her in his arms and held her naked body against his. She sobbed violently, holding him tightly, not wanting him ever to leave.

At length her sobs subsided.

"What will we do, Sam?" She pleaded. "This can't be the end. Please Sam, tell me you still want me."

Sam's own eyes misted up. He spoke precisely, seriously, wanting her to feel the full truth of his words.

"Sara, I want to have you with me forever. And if we both want it that badly, we will find a way. I will never leave you as long as you still want me."

She began to cry once more, but this time happiness was mixed in with her tears. Sam kissed her on the lips lightly, tasting the salt of her tears. Rising to his knees, he held out his hand to her.

"Come with me now. It's getting too cold for us out here, and we've a lot to decide."

Sara took his hand and rose unsteadily to her feet. Sam took her arm as they swept the grass from her legs and back. She shook her hair. Sam brushed his knees clean, and bending down, picked up her dress.

"It's a bit creased, but I don't think there's anyone to see."

Taking the dress from his hand, Sara slid it over her head as Sam pulled on his trousers and T shirt. They both put on their shoes and with difficulty tried to look unruffled. Sam slipped both his pants and her knickers into his pockets.

"I don't think we need these." he smiled.

They walked hand in hand in silence the half mile along the beachside path to the villa. The night seemed even more magical to them now. Sara felt a trickle of sticky wetness run down the inside of her right thigh. She felt happy, fulfilled, loved and in love.

The patio and poolside lights were blazing, and a lamp was on in the lounge. They entered quietly.

"Look" said Sara, pointing. David was asleep in an obviously uncomfortable position on the couch. "I suppose I had better think again about throwing him out." She said, smiling mischievously at Sam.

During the following days, Sara and Sam found enough time to be alone to talk. They both agreed that they had found something really special together and that neither could bear for it to end. They determined to continue their relationship in secret. That decision made, they made love together once more that holiday. Although of necessity a quickly taken opportunity, it was a deliberate act, done willingly and eagerly, both playing an equal part in the decision; signifying their intention to continue what they had started.

Their worlds had changed forever.

They agreed that Sam would remain married to Lynn, and that Sara would accept David back (after a suitable period of penance). They would return to their home city and to all outside appearances get on with their normal lives as before.

But they would continue to meet, to go out together, and to make love.

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