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She grinned slyly, then let go of his penis and stood.

Mark was at first concerned by the suddenness of her release, but after seeing the look on her face, his thoughts turned to puzzled excitement.

“I'll be right back” She said, disappearing back up the stairs.

Mark sat nervously uncomfortable for the few minutes Sara disappeared, lounging naked on the family room sofa, anxiously waiting to see where she'd run off to. She came back quickly, nearly stumbling and falling down the stairs in her hurry.

“Jesus” Mark called out, “You scared me for a minute.”

“I’m sorry” Sara apologized. Mark could see that she had something in her hand, hidden behind her back.

“Th... this isn't some kind of trick or something!” Mark said nervously. He covered himself with his hands, and his pecker began to quickly soften at the thought that this might be some kind of practical joke.

“Mark!” Sara barked.

“I’m sorry, I swear.”

“Okay then...” He said, trying to see what it was that she had in her hand.

“Trust me.” She said, sounding sincere. “Now just relax.”

Mark rested back on the sofa but still covered himself until Sara sat back down next to him. She waited for him to uncover himself, but became nervous as he remained covered.

“Do you want to stop?” She asked.

“No, I guess not, I just got a little nervous when you took off like that.”

“I’m sorry, really. But I just thought of something that I thought you might like.”

“Well... what?” He asked. “Just close your eyes for a minute and trust me.”

Mark looked at her, shooting her a look of doubt, then closed his eyes and rested his head back. He felt her hands on his, slowly pulling them away from his crotch and exposing himself again. His nervousness had completely shriveled his dick down, leaving him feeling a little embarrassed. He could hear Sara doing something but couldn’t tell what, until her felt her finger lightly touch his softened penis. The sensation was cold and wet, lasting only a moment, but whatever it was it felt good and his cock began to grow once more.

“That is sooo cool.” He heard Sara giggle, and then he felt her touch once more, this time with two of her fingers. They seemed to slide effortlessly along the shaft of penis causing it to strengthen quickly, bringing back quickly his full erection. Then he felt an almost icy cold sensation as he realized Sara was pouring something onto his cock.

He lifted his head up, opening his eyes to see, when Sara grasped his straining hard on in her hand and began to slide it up and down. Mark's eyes popped wide open at the incredible sensation, his stomach muscles clenching tightly once more at the feeling.

“Wh.. what is that?” Mark asked breathlessly.

“It’s just.. well it doesn't matter.” Sara said confidently. “Does it feel good?”

Good? It was the most amazing thing Mark had ever felt. Sara continued slowly sliding her hand up and down over his cock, squeezing as she went. Mark felt as if he were fucking Sara's hand or rather she was fucking him with her hand, but either way he was becoming incredibly turned on by the sensation.

Sara was staring at his face intently, watching his expression as she continued to pump his cock, seeing the pleasure in his eyes, the strained look as she began to slide her hand faster and faster, and how he began to breath deep and hard.


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"Sara..." He grunted.

She continued to stroke, squeezing the head of his cock, then tightly sliding it back down over the shaft and drawing it back up again.

"Sara... wait... " He called out again, this time a little more urgently. His words did nothing to stop her as she increased her pace, squeezing harder and pumping faster. She was beginning to breath hard as well, watching his face, then looking down at her hand as she held her brothers beautiful cock in her hand.

"Sara..."

"... Sara!..."

"... wait!..."

"... WAIT!" Mark moaned frantically, grabbing at her hand to stop her. He'd grabbed her wrist hard and pulled her hand off of his cock, frightening her.

"Oh my god!, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" She cried out nervously.

"Wait... wait..." Were to only words he could say, as he struggled to catch his breath.

Finally, still holding onto her wrist, Mark spoke, "No... no, you didn't hurt me at all."

"But... But why did you...?" Sara asked, frightened and confused.

"I'm sorry, Sara. It's just that it felt so good, that I was gonna come if I didn't stop you."

"You don't want to come?" She said even more confused.

"No, I did... I mean I do. It's just... well, I just didn't want..." He paused when he recognized the look on her face of concern; that she felt like she'd done something wrong.

"Sara, I just was afraid that you'd think I was... I don't know, some kind of dork for coming so fast or something."

He could see that she was still upset, and tried to relieve her fears. "Sara, what you were doing was incredible. Really, I mean it."

"Really?" She said, sounding a little unconvinced but relieved.

"I swear." He said, looking her right in the eyes.

"Sara, I swear. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I promise I won't do it again."

"Okay... I guess were kinda even then, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess we are, aren't we?" He said with a smile. He was still holding her by the wrist, and gently let go of her hand.

She looked down at their hands, his resting next to his still hard cock, and hers still covered in the slick lubricant.

Mark broke the silence, softly saying, "You can do it again, if you want to?"

"Are you sure?" She asked hesitantly.

Mark answered her by gently taking back her hand and guiding it onto his thigh.

"M... Maybe we ought to stop?" Sara uttered half heatedly.

Mark shuddered at her words. Maybe she was right, maybe this had better stop right here. But as he sat there, feeling desperately horny, having come to the brink of orgasm, and coupled with the sheer excitement of having a girl actually fondling his cock, he tried desperately to reason what was happening to him; reclined on the sofa with Sara, who was finally providing him with what he'd desperately longed for, willing to relieve his pent up sexual anxiety while satisfying her own. And although he didn't want her to stop, no matter how wrong what they were doing might have been, he also worried that she wanted to stop. It was time to take a chance.

 

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