Sparrow's Nest

As it happened, she had nothing to fear; Michael was as apprehensive as Sarah about being together alone. They chatted about it on the bus, talking quietly, though none of their fellow passengers were remotely interested in the love lives of teenagers.

Over a coffee, sat at a table near the window, Michael spotted Mandy. She was walking up the street with Tony and Andy either side. "Put your hood up." Michael urged Sarah.

"Why? Ah!" She quickly pulled up the hood of her sweater as Tony opened the door for Mandy and the three of them walked to the counter. "Shit! Did they see me?"

"Don't think so. I don't think they recognised you, and I've never been properly introduced to those two anyway.

"Don't think you will now." Sarah said chuckling. "Should we get out of here?"

"Let them sit down first, then we can escape."

"Good idea."

The group ordered drinks and sat on the easy chairs behind them, close enough so Michael and Sarah could hear every word of their conversation.

"I've changed my mind. She's my best mate." Mandy said, "This is your doing, you'll have to tell her."

"Well what am I supposed to say?" Andy said, "I didn't fancy you, I was only after your mate who, by the way, doesn't really care that she fucked your boyfriend and was really hoping for a threesome with him and his mate. Really sorry about that!"

"There's no need to be so crude, Andy." She snapped, "Just tell her she's not what you're in to and it wouldn't be fair on her to carry on."

"Ooh, that's good." Tony piped up. "You should be one of them agony aunts."

"Except she's the one causing the agony." Sarah said under her breath.

"I'll text her that then." Andy took out his phone, Sarah shot a panicked look at Michael, who started to get up, but Mandy put her hand over Andy's.

"Not now!" She said, "It'll look a bit suspect if you do it now! Wait until Tuesday at least."

"S'pose you're right." Andy returned the phone to his pocket, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. Mandy knew Sarah's text tone; if Mandy heard her phone go off in her bag, she'd have to face them, and she wasn't up to that yet.

"Anyway. About tonight." Mandy said, changing the subject, "If you want to try anal, we'll need a butt plug to loosen me up first. And are you two coming in to help me choose it?"

Michael nearly choked on the last of his coffee, Sarah gulped her's down, grabbed her shopping and made for the door. Outside, they erupted into fits of laughter, Sarah supporting herself on her step-brother as he doubled over against the wall. Straightening up, he looked into his sister's eyes and felt their gravitational pull. Their mouths met, he hugged her tighter, their breath steaming up the inside of her hood as tongues intwined.

"Jesus! Get a room!" Someone said as they bumped past the embracing couple. They parted, both looking towards the figures who had passed and saw Mandy's back, with her minions in tow. Sarah and Michael walked in the opposite direction and caught the bus home.

At home Dave had bought take-out, Gina wasn't up to cooking, her hangover still evident. They sat watching a movie, though Sarah's attention wasn't on it, she was thinking of Michael's kiss near the coffee shop. Her hand went to her breast as her heart faltered, nipples pushing at her brassiere. She pushed her thighs together, sure that someone would notice her arousal. Michael had, but he wasn't letting on, he was busy concealing his own with a cushion.

On Monday, Sarah was determined to take at least one bull by the horns; she texted Andy, firing the first shot across his bow, "Hey stud. Don't think we're working out, you're not what I'm in to and it's not fair on me."

She got a reply after two minutes which read, "Fk U frigid bitch x"

"Aww, he put a kiss on it too." She thought, sending her own reply of, "Give my love to Mandy. Tell her she can keep you and not to bother coming to my house again!" She sent the text, then blocked his number.

She showed Michael the messages when she got home. "Wow!" He said, "I can see what you saw in him. A proper charmer if you ask me!"

The week passed by without incident, although Sarah still couldn't shake the thought of that kiss, then Friday night happened. As Gina and Dave left, Sarah turned to Michael, "Can you stay downstairs with me?" She pleaded, "We can watch whatever you want." Michael nodded, grabbed the remote and sat on the couch. Sarah went upstairs to change into her pyjamas.

Sarah sat on one end of the couch, feet curled under her bottom. Michael sat on the other end, flicking through the channels. When he found something that looked interesting he lay back. Sarah extended her legs and reclined on the couch, placing her feet in Michael's lap. He stroked them absently, tickling and rubbing her soles gently. Mandy exhaled with a satisfied sigh, without thinking, the hand resting on her thigh rose to the crotch of her pyjamas. Michael continued to rub her feet, moving in longer strokes past her ankle, to her calf and back down her shin. He pushed the leg of her pyjama bottoms up as his hand brushed up her leg to the back of her knee. She shuffled her bum towards him slowly, his hand now stroking her thigh as she moved closer. His touch sent shivers up her like an electric current running through her body, his fingers now drawing slow circles on her inner thigh.

Michael's attention had been mostly on the TV when his step-sisters feet landed in his lap; while he stroked them, he noticed that, not only was she moving closer and starting to writhe as his hand moved further up her leg, but her hand was under the waistband of her PJs. His fingers moved in small circles towards her crotch and he could feel the movement of her hand on her pussy through her soft cotton pants.

Sarah could take no more; the tension and pent-up frustration was too much for her. Swiftly, she removed her hand from her pussy and, arching her back, pushed her PJ bottoms down. Michael's hand returned to her thigh and she reached out for it, guiding it towards her glistening vulva. His finger traced the length of her slit and she whispered, "Please."

"But..." He said as she opened her legs and, reaching for his hand again, she parted her lips with his finger. Her felt her heat, her pulse racing and her breath quickening as his finger penetrated her, slipping easily into her wet pussy. She grabbed his wrist, holding him there as she fucked herself on his hand. His thumb pressed on her clit gently and she ground herself into him. Breathless moans and growls escaped her lips as her orgasm washed through her and covered Michael's hand.

She lay back, panting, Michael's finger still inside her. He was sitting uncomfortably, his constricted erection making a painful tent in his boxers. Removing his hand, he rearranged himself, Sarah watched, propped up on her elbows as her step-brother repositioned. Comfortable, although his cock was unmistakably hard, he looked at his hand, then to his step-sister, who was sitting upright with one leg on the couch, the other on the floor, the small patch of hair above her lips twinkled with her juices. She reached out to Michael, taking the hand which had pleasured her, and sucked each finger provocatively; Michael nearly came in his pants as her tongue played with each digit, her eyes never leaving his.

She moved in front of him, kneeling between his legs, looking into his eyes as she untied his sweatpants. He bent forward to kiss her, tasting her sweetness on her lips and tongue. He moved to the edge of the couch, her thumbs hooked into his waistband and removed his pants. Taking hold of his rigid cock, she smiled, stroking and squeezing him as he reclined. She licked the bead of pre-cum from the end of his penis, causing him to shiver, then she played her tongue around his head. Michael groaned as Sarah took him in her mouth, her hand pumped his shaft, the other cupped and caressed his balls, her tongue licking and flicking his head. She could tell he was close, his hands gripped the edge of the seat as his first spurt hit the roof of her mouth, the rest covered her face and hair as his seed gushed.

Michael lay back with a satisfied grin on his face, Sarah wiped her face with a tissue and sat next to him, cum drying in her hair, her head resting on his shoulder. "Wow sis!" He said, "Where do we go from here?"

"I'm not sure." She said, "I've never felt like this. I thought I was falling in love with Andy, but it never felt this way, it's..."

"Intense?" Michael finished.

"Yeah! I think so. I thought I could get it out of my system, but I just can't explain it."

"What do we tell mum and dad?" He said worriedly.

"We can't! It'd kill them. Maybe it's just something we needed to do, like a phase or something. This time next week we'll be back to normal and..."

"Not in each other's pants?" He laughed, she punched him playfully on the shoulder.

"I'm going for a shower." She stood up and ran a hand through her cum matted hair. "Don't get any ideas!"

"Wouldn't dream of it sis." He said. "Wouldn't want you to think I was easy." She punched his shoulder again and dashed upstairs.

Michael pulled up his pants as the sound of water and his step-sister's singing drifted down. His mind conjured images of soapy bubbles running over her breasts, down her body to her pussy and silky thighs, his cock was hard again and he tried in vain to push the pictures out of his head. He hoped that Sarah was was right; that this was just a phase, a fling, a passing moment of insanity. But his heart wanted to be with her again.

Sarah's thoughts mirrored those of her step-brother; she thought it was just a moment of weakness that had pushed them together, a rebound fling after Andy, but her feelings for Michael were growing stronger, the wetness she felt between her legs had nothing to do with the shower. She touched herself, thinking of Michael touching her earlier, hoping that he would come into the bathroom and take her in the shower; water cascading off their backs as he filled her over and over again. The radio played, she sang along, trying to take her mind off things.

Michael was dozing on the couch when their parents arrived home, the TV still on. Sarah was in her bed, unable to sleep, hundreds of thoughts crashing around her head. Dave roused Michael, spotted the stains on his sweatpants and said quietly in his son's ear, "If you've got to watch porn kiddo, at least do it your room. What if your sister came in here?"

"She did." Michael thought, but put on his best puppy-dog face when he answered, "Yeah, sorry dad."

"Well get to bed, and don't let it happen again. And get those pants in the washer before your mother sees!"

Michael dashed upstairs to his room, Dave chuckled to himself. "What's so funny?" Gina asked from the kitchen doorway.

"Boys." He said, Gina nodded as if she understood, turned off the kitchen light and followed her husband up to bed.

As Michael and her parents slept, Sarah lay on her side hugging her duvet, the thumb she had stopped sucking when she was four was between her lips, her other hand clamped between her thighs. She drifted off; dreaming of running away with Michael to a place where nobody knew them and no-one could judge them.

Over the next month, they agreed to keep their hands off each other. Sarah had told Michael about her rebound theory and he agreed that they should try to cool it off before it went too far. She felt sad about it; the new feelings she had for Michael hadn't dwindled, and she thought about him constantly; he'd set her heart aflame.

Half way through the following month, a wedding invitation arrived, addressed to Dave, the daughter of a cousin of his was to be wed. The reception was to be held in a hotel, so Gina and Dave decided to book a family room there. Finding the family rooms booked up, Dave managed to get a double room for them and a twin for Michael and Sarah. "You guys don't mind sharing a room do you?" Dave asked. Michael looked apprehensively at Sarah. Dave misread their look and put his arm around his son's shoulders, "Don't worry kiddo, she won't cramp your style, and if you do pull a lass, Sarah can sleep in our room for five minutes." Dave laughed, Michael looked embarrassed, elbowing his dad softly in the ribs.

"Ha, ha. Very funny dad." He said, pulling away. "We'll be fine as long as she doesn't hog the shower."

The day of the wedding arrived and they drove across town in their finery; Dave and Michael in dark grey suits, Gina in a long, dark blue figure hugging dress, Sarah in a shorter, red dress which showed off her legs. In the back of the car, Michael couldn't help but look at Sarah's legs, she kept them together, knees pointed towards him. It took all his willpower to not reach over and touch them, caress them, to explore what was beyond the hem of her dress.

Sarah had seen her step-brother's looks, but while he was transfixed on her legs, she was thinking of how handsome he looked in his suit. Michael and Dave had been forced by Gina to buy new suits on their last family outing to town. Dave's old suit buttons were somewhat strained, and Michael had grown out of his. Both men came out of the changing room in identical suits, Michael's resemblance to his mother showing more now that they were both dressed the same. "Ooh!" Gina said, "If I were twenty years younger and not married to his father."

"Eww! Mum!" Sarah squealed, but she felt butterflies as she saw Michael standing there, embarrassed.

As they got out of the car, Michael stole a look at Sarah as her dress followed every curve. Her shapely legs seemed to stretch forever in her matching high heels. He could feel stirring in his boxers.

A tear rolled down Sarah's cheek as the vows were spoken, Michael wiped it away with the back of his finger and she smiled at him. He passed her the hanky from his suit pocket, it was red to match her dress. She dabbed a tear from her other cheek, then held it in both hands at her front, idly feeling the silky cloth on her fingertips. As the newly married couple swept up the aisle, she wiped away more tears. She reached back for Michael's hand and he took it in both of his, warmth radiated up her arm from his touch, comforting and grounding her.

The congregation filed out into the warm summer air; photographs were already being taken and Dave decided it would be an ideal time to check in to the hotel. He wasn't the first with that idea, he found himself at the back of a queue, shuffling slowly to the front. The clerk checked their booking, two double rooms had been booked, the twin rooms had gone and only two doubles with a connecting door were available. Sarah didn't mind, Michael said that they'd roll up a spare duvet and put it in the middle, Sarah agreed. "Are you two alright with that?" Gina asked.

"Yeah mum, we'll be fine." Sarah answered, "It's only Michael. We were going to be sleeping in the same room anyway, and the bed is big enough."

Placated, Gina shrugged and Dave paid for the rooms. Photos were still being taken while they dropped the luggage in their rooms and freshened up.

The reception was fun, Dave bought a bottle of wine, pouring glasses for Sarah and Michael, although both of them spent more time on the dance floor than drinking. While their parents danced, they sat at the table, Sarah resting her feet; she wanted nothing more than to kick her shoes off and have Michael rub them. She was about to ask him when a girl approached; she looked at least two years younger and wore a pretty blue dress. Sarah smiled at her as she turned to Michael and asked him to dance, he was about to decline when Sarah said "Go on! My feet are killing, I'm not getting up for a while." The girl grabbed his hand and dragged him to the floor.

The party tunes were in full swing when Michael had sat down; but now this girl had coaxed him up, the DJ had slowed the tempo. Eric Clapton played 'Wonderful Tonight' and the girl put her hands on Michael's shoulders, he held her waist. Sarah could see that the pair were talking while they danced, her hands caressing his neck as his hands slowly slipped around her waist. By the time the song was finished, she stood on tiptoes to kiss him; as he kissed back, the stem of Sarah's wineglass shattered.

She hadn't noticed her hand gripping the glass as her step-brother danced with this stranger. She tried to work out why she'd done it; was it jealousy? She wasn't sure, although the urge to snap this girl's neck like a twig had dissipated when her glass shattered. Dampness on her leg brought her back with a thump; her wineglass lay on the table, it's contents spilled and dripping off the edge. "I think you need a refill there kiddo." Dave said as he returned to the table. He didn't ask why the glass was broken, he just took an unused one from the next table.

Dave looked over to where Sarah was staring and saw Michael dancing with the girl in the blue dress. "You lost your dancing partner to her?" He asked jokingly.

"Looks like he's having fun." She replied.

"Then straighten your face and let's hit that floor." He said, grabbing her hand and swinging her out of her chair. Her throbbing in her feet was forgotten as Dave and Sarah danced towards Michael. As a they reached the couple, Dave said to the girl, "Lisa? My, I haven't seen you since you were this high." His hand left his step-daughter's waist and hovered three feet off the ground. "How old are you now?"

"Sixteen." She answered, "Seventeen in six months."

"Wow!" Dave said, "You've grown up fast." He spun Sarah around so he faced Michael, then asked in a posh voice, "Excuse me sir, but may I dance with this charming young lady?" Michael laughed, took Lisa's hands in his, took one step back and bowed. Dave stepped in, holding Lisa as though he were about to waltz, he danced away, chatting to her as they swayed.

Michael and Sarah stood awkwardly for a second, then he held her waist. She put her arms around him and they danced to the edge of the dance floor, her head resting on his shoulder.

Gina was sat at the table when they arrived, the broken glass had been cleared away. "Where's Dave gone to?" She asked.

"Dancing with some girl." Sarah replied, Michael thought he detected a tone of jealousy in her voice.

Dave appeared behind her. "That girl," he said, "Is my mother's sister's daughter's daughter. Which, I think, makes her your second cousin? I'm not sure on the mechanics."

"Kissing cousins!" Sarah mocked Michael. "Didn't know you were a redneck bro?"

"It was only a peck on the lips sis. It's not like I proposed or anything."

'New York, New York' played, everybody that was left gathered in a circle on the dance floor, with the Bride and Groom in the centre as they all sang along. Kisses were given along with promises to keep in touch which were inevitably broken, and the room emptied.

Tired, they walked down the corridor to their rooms, exchanging goodnight kisses as Michael and Sarah entered the first room. Inside the room, Sarah closed their side of the interconnecting doors; she heard the other door close and the lock click.

Michael had taken his tie off and was hanging his jacket when Sarah pulled her hair over her shoulder and said, "Could you?", presenting the back of her dress to him. He pulled the zip down slowly, her perfume smelled stronger than before and he inhaled it deeply. The fastener of her red lace bra brushed his fingers and he slowed his descent, savouring the moment as he reached the small of her her back and the final destination of the zip. His hand carried on over the swell of her buttocks and she stepped away, leaving his hand in mid-air.

She could feel her heart pounding as she took two steps away from Michael then pushed her dress from her shoulders. It puddled on the floor, revealing lacy red panties that matched her bra. Michael's heart stopped. She reached back, unfastened her bra and let it tumble to the floor, joining her dress in a scarlet heap. She stood out of her discarded clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. Michael knelt in front of her, taking her by the ankle, he raised her foot to unbuckle the straps of her shoes. Unshod, she walked into the bathroom, leaving Michael with the view of her lace-clad buttocks as the door swung shut.