Chapter 5

Mark and Sara stood out on the small front porch and waved as their parent's car left the driveway. Watching their car disappear down the street, Mark heard Sara walk back into the house, the screen door slamming behind her. He waited out on the porch, watching as the sun set behind the trees across the street until he felt the night air begin to cool, and contemplated whether or not to call his girlfriend Karen. Things had not been good between them, especially since Mark had lost his temper with her. It had been nearly two weeks now and she seemed to be increasingly distant, and Mark knew that it was his own fault. The writing was on the wall.

He went inside the house and fixed himself a little dinner, noticing Sara as she wandered around the house with a decidedly long face. He attempted to make casual conversation with Sara, hoping to relieve his own anxiety and maybe hers, but her reactions convinced him that it was probably best to just stay out of her way. Each and every time that he would see Sara, since that fateful day, he noticed more and more that she was no longer the "kid" that he'd once seen. The way she carried herself, the way she spoke, and most of all the way she looked; she was truly an incredible looking young lady. And worse yet, each and every time he would lay his bed, he would immediately think back to that night, and for as much as just the memory of seeing her in her room or in his as she sat on the end of his bed excited him, his fantasies would ultimately be overcome by his guilt.

The moment he heard his mother ask her question, realizing that he would be alone with Sara, his stress level had gone through the roof, and it occurred to him that Sara was probably feeling the same way. However, as Mark sat alone in the family room, eating his dinner watching the boob tube, he resolved that tonight he would oblige his mother's wishes and stay home. In the last two weeks, he had managed to chase away his girlfriend with his over zealous attempts to get laid, as well as quite possibly screw up his kid sister for just the same reasons. Losing Karen was one thing, but the situation with Sara was still something that he thought about every time he saw her, and living in the same house it was hard NOT to see her.

It was nearly midnight, and Mark had finally given up on finding anything more of interest on the television and settling in on an old movie in an effort to bring on sleep, when he heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Sara, and Mark was suprised that she was still awake. She seemed almost to avoid his gaze as she walked into the room, turning to look at the television as if to see what he'd been watching. Mark was unsure what to say to her, and noticed that she wore the same sad look on her face that she'd had all night... She was still dressed in the same blue jeans and T-shirt that she'd had on earlier and Mark made notice of the fact that she hadn't even begun to get herself ready sleep, as was her usual by this hour.

She sat herself gingerly down on the couch caddy corner to Mark's, and lifted her legs up to rest her feet on the coffee table, wriggling her sock covered toes nervously.

Mark looked at her hoping, as well as dreading, that she would talk but she simply sat silently looking at the television. He tried to think of something to break the ice between them, and was building the courage to ask when he heard Sara speak, still looking at the tube.

"Mark, can I... ask you a question?" Sara asked timidly.

The hesitancy with which she'd asked made Mark feel a little uneasy. And with the expression that she'd had on her face for most of the night, he began to worry what was coming.

"Umm... sure." he said.

Sara sat silent for a moment, staring at her feet as they rubbed together on the coffee table. He heard her take a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and realized that Sara was building up the courage to ask her question. He began to feel his stomach tighten a little more.

"Well, could we..." She paused for a moment, wrapping her arms around her waist in obvious tension, "... could we just talk for a little while?"

"Talk?" Mark blurted out nervously. "I mean... uhh... sure."

Sara just sat for a moment, still hugging herself and looking around the room nervously, occasionally glancing Mark's way.

"What... umm... did you want to talk about?" Mark asked as he cleared his throat.

"About... what happened." She said.

"Oh." Mark answered quietly, knowing instantly what she meant.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Sara offered to him with a voice of concern; wondering maybe she'd been wrong to bring up the subject.

"No, we can talk... I don't mind." He replied, his stomach wrenching once more.

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

When Mark heard the tone of her voice lighten, his did as well. "Sure. We can talk... I'd like that."

She was still curled tightly to herself as she sat on the sofa, her feet poised on the edge of the low table, her head tilted down, when she looked up through her brow with an innocent looking smile. Gazing into her big, puppy dog eyes and genuine smile, Mark couldn't help but feel the knot in his stomach rise. "God, she was so incredibly... cute." He thought.

He caught himself staring at her before she'd realized it, and quickly tried to clear his mind. She was obviously nervous and hesitant to begin, and Mark just raised his eyebrows in a questioning gaze and smiled at her. Seeing his smile gave her the courage she'd been looking for to begin.

"Well... I was just curious about some things." She said quietly.

"Curious?" He thought to himself; his tension easing but his heart still beating fast and hard.

"Uh... about what?" He asked.

"Well... umm... when you first started... you know... masturbating... , " Sara paused as she had to turn her eyes from Mark

Her voice had trembled a bit as she found the courage to finally say THE word and Mark felt a little taken back. "She wasn't so self conscious just a few days ago, why is she now?" He pondered.

"Yeah... ?" Mark found himself both nervously anticipating but also fearing what might come next.

"How... how much did you... do it?" Her nervous smile gave away how twisted up she was inside.

"Sara, are you sure you want to talk about this?" Mark asked.

She answered him with a nervous, wide eyed nod.

"Promise you won't laugh?" Mark asked, trying to look serious, but his growing smile gave him away. Sara nodded again, her own anxious smile even larger than his.

"Well, I guess I was about 13 the first time I did it. After that, I guess I used to do it as often as I could, sometimes three or four times a day." Mark said, trying to convince himself to be proud of his answer.

"Really!?" Sara giggled out.

"Yeah. I guess that seems like a lot, huh?" Mark said, feeling a little embarrassed.

"No... I don't think so." Sara said, feeling ashamed of having laughed.

"No?" Mark chirped out, sounding suprised.

Sara just shook her head to repeat her answer, but Mark also noticed that she was beginning to blush a little.

"How often do you do it... now?" Mark asked, his curiosity and excitement gathering.

Immediately, Sara's face flushed to a brilliant red as she took in a deep breath. "Umm... more than that?" She squeaked out, still nervously holding her breath. When she saw Mark's eyes pop open in excitement, her lungs burst, followed by a hard stressful laugh. Mark began to laugh as well, and soon the two were nearly in tears as they shared their release of tension together.

After finally regaining his breath, and wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, Mark watched his sister as she laughed; slowly catching her breath as well.

"You know, Sara, you don't have to feel embarrassed talking about this stuff with me." He said, "I... kinda like it."

"Yeah?" She asked excitedly.

"Yeah!" Mark replied, enjoying both the beauty of her face and her excitement at his words. "So... what else do you want to know?"

Her smile was nearly beaming as she stood up, "Wait, wait. I'll be right back!" And with that, she turned and nearly leapt up the stairs. Mark sat excitedly listening as her heard her run around the house; to the kitchen, then down the hall toward the bedrooms. After a moment or two of silence he could hear her making her way back to the stairs. As she rumbled down the carpeted staircase, Mark sat himself up in the sofa, trying to appear nonchalant.

Sara was nearly skipping as she entered the room, bouncing in as she carried a couple cans of soda with her. She set them down on the coffee table in front of Mark and then dropped herself down onto the sofa, landing right next to Mark and sending him bouncing from her impact.

"Jeez, Sara!" Mark called out. She giggled a bit and apologized.

Sara's newfound excitement and energy was still a bit suprising to Mark, but was also comforting; seeing her back to her normal self, uninhibited and carefree. He took care as her watched her; leaning toward the table, opening up her soda and then his. His eyes followed her long, wavy hair as it spilled down over her shoulders and half way down her back. And as his gaze continued down, he could see just a hint of her soft skin as her shirt pulled up from the small of her back, her waist so thin only to flare out invitingly at her hips. Looking at her, bundled with his excitement of their conversation, was making him feel very horny, but cautiously so.

She leaned back next to him and handed him his soda, both of them taking a deep sip before finishing.

"Ahhh..." Mark let out as the drink soothed his palette.

"Sooo...", Sara began almost musically, "... tell me about your first time?"

"Well... there's not really much to tell, I mean I don't really remember the FIRST time."

"Oh, come on! You can tell me." She pleaded, not believing him.

"No, really. I don't really remember the first time. I guess I just kinda figured it out one day. Maybe in the shower, I don't remember, but I do remember that once I did figured it out there was no stopping me." He said, honestly recalling his first experiences with masturbation.

"Yeah, but... weren't you like a little scared, with all of that stuff coming out and all?" She asked curiously.

"No, not really. I mean, I knew that it was gonna happen. I think." Mark pondered. "I mean, it was a little different than your first time."

Sara's face began to blush a little, and Mark couldn't help but ask, "That was your first time, that night,... wasn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it was." She admitted softly.

"Were you scared?" Mark asked sincerely.

"A little..." She said, pausing as she thought about it.

"Oh."

"But not like SCARED scared, more like... I don't know."

"You know, I thought you were mad at me." Mark said cautiously.

"Mad at you?" Sara sounded suprised at his words.

"Yeah, you know, 'cause of what I did..." Mark looked at Sara and saw on her face a look of puzzlement, "... on you."

"Oh Mark, I'm the one who should apology. I mean, after acting like a total spastic in your room, and scaring you like that."

"So... you weren't mad at me for coming into your room?" Sara was looking down at her hands as they held tightly to the soda can.

"No."

"... Or for what I did... all over?"

Sara began to grow a nervous grin as she continued to stare down at her hands.

"No."

"Really?" Mark asked with an excited voice.

"Actually, when I opened my eyes and saw you standing there... and then you started to come... well, that's when it happened, you know."

"You mean that's when you came?!" Mark was shocked at hearing this incredible news, and at the same time began to feel his cock swell with excitement.

"Well... yeah. I mean, I think it is the coolest thing, watching when you do that." She admitted. "And then when you did it on me..."

"Oh, god." Mark mumbled out without realizing, as his dick quickly stiffened into a granite pillar. Sara's smile had faded away at his words, and became a look of consternation.

"Mark... that's not weird, is it?"

He couldn't speak from the lump in his throat, only nodding his reply quickly and emphatically; 'no'.

Sara looked at his face and found relief and amusement in his gesture, and began to smile again. The two sat nervously staring into each others eyes, both of them feeling the heavy beating of their hearts and the anxiety of their conversation. Sara was the first to break the gaze, looking back down at her hands and letting out a nervous giggle. Mark was still so excited, and scared at the same time, that he found that he couldn't speak. He wanted to tell her that watching her, lying on the bed masturbating, was the most erotic thing that he'd ever seen. But the words wouldn't come out, and Mark couldn't have realized the expression of desire with which he was still staring at Sara.

She could feel his eyes on her, staring right through her, and she began to feel a bit uncomfortable. No boy had ever looked at her like that before, and to have Mark look at her like that was nerve racking. But Sara began to realize that her discomfort was not just from the way her was looking at her, but how it made her feel, and what it made her think of.

"Sara?" Mark said, regaining his composure after sensing her unease. She turned and looked back to him with a nervous smile. "Do you want to know something?"

"What" She answered anxiously.

"I... umm... well, I liked it too. I mean, it was pretty exciting... watching you." Mark said, feeling relieved at finally having found the courage to get it off of his chest.

"Really?" Sara replied.

"Really!" He said emphatically.

Sara just smiled, looking at her hands again, nervously twisting the can she still held.

"Mark..." She said, once again sounding serious, "Do you want to do it... now?"

"... Do it... ?!?" Mark's mind screamed. "Holy Shit, Yes!"

"... I mean, can I watch you again? I promise I won't get scared this time." She looked at him with a hopeful look of excitement.

For an instant, Mark felt stupid; thinking that when she said 'do it', she'd meant 'DO IT'. But his disappointment didn't last long, realizing that Sara was probably feeling just as horny as he was right then and there. And for right now he didn't care, and so answering her with a huge grin, he reached down and began to frantically unbuckle his belt.

Sara giggled nervously as she watched his excitement and how Mark struggled to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. Mark kicked off his sneakers under the coffee table, and having finally gotten his fly unzipped, he raised his hips and slid down his pants. His boner was pressed hard in the confines of his underwear, soaked with the pre cum of his excitement. Sara bounced around with her own, turning herself on the sofa toward him so that she could see everything.

Mark laughed nervously as he kicked his jeans down over his feet, then pulled his T-shirt up over his head. He watched as Sara's eye were fixed on his crotch, filled with nervous anticipation. She glanced at his face, wide eyed, as if to urge him on; letting him know she was ready for more.

Mark lifted up himself from the cushion and slowly pulled off his underwear, freeing his hard on to the cool air. Sara was once again staring intently at his crotch, swallowing away the dryness of her mouth, and Mark was beginning to really enjoy watching her; watching him. He sat still for a moment, watching her face as she soaked in the view. It was obvious that she really did enjoy this as much as he did, and he could tell by her fidgeting that she was getting excited as well. He soaked in her charming beauty; her soft skin flushed with excitement, her eyes wide and inviting, and her amazing figure.

Slowly, he inched his hand to his crotch, wrapping his fingers lightly around his cock and began to gently massage the sensitive skin, pulling it up and down over his rock hard shaft. Immediately, Mark sensed that if he wasn't careful, he'd come in a heartbeat. He squeezed his dick hard in an attempt to desensitize it's eagerness, but it was no use. It could have been stepped on by an elephant right there and it still would have felt good. The effect was just enough, however, and slowly he began to stroke once more, being cautious to keep it to a manageable pace.

"It's so wet already... ?" Sara said with curiosity.

"It gets that way sometimes... when I'm really... horny." Mark explained. He paused and let his hand fall away from his hard on for Sara to see. His penis looked almost red, engorged with the strength of his rapidly beating heart and was standing up as stiff and tall as could be.

"God!" Sara exclaimed with a deep, throaty breath. "It looks so hard, like it hurts." She was still staring intently at his cock, examining it with her eyes, and Mark's excitement continued to grow as he watched her fascination and delight.

"Can I..." Sara started, then abruptly stopped. She looked at Mark anxiously, and he could tell by the look in her eyes what she wanted. He merely nodded his approval, and drew away his hand completely to let her explore. Nervously, Sara gently unclenched her hands and reached out to touch him. She stuck out her finger and softly touched his erection, slowly stroking along the length of his shaft.

"Oh my god, it's... it's so soft!" Her voice peeled with fascination.

Mark tried to relax, reclining back into the soft sofa cushion and resting his head, poised to watch as Sara began to explore with adolescent curiosity. Sara ran her finger along the shaft of his straining erection with a slow and feathery light touch. Her finger traced to the base of his penis and gently slid down and over the soft wrinkled skin of his scrotum. She glanced occasionally to Mark's face, still beaming with delight; looking for his response to her touch. She made her way back up his shaft and gently let her finger run up and onto it's swollen head. Her finger lingered at the tip as she began to feel the slick pre- cum that welled from it's small slit. She smeared it around and over it's head, enjoying the sensation, stopping only to feel it's smoothness as she rubbed it between her finger and thumb.