LOOKING AFTER SARAH

Six years before I was born, my Grandparents had their third child, a beautiful girl called Sarah. I was the first of their grandchildren, and treated Sarah much like a cousin, more than like my Aunt. My mother never really complained that her sister was only six years older than me, since she provided a cheap baby-sitting service when I grew less dependant upon my parents and they decided to have some time to themselves.

Sarah had a string of boyfriends and was a typical teenage tearaway, but she never seemed to be able to keep her man – for one reason after another. It was on many an evening I opened our front door to Sarah, who was in floods of tears as she cried on my mother's shoulder about the latest boy to break her heart. I felt sorry for her, but I never really got involved with all of the "Girls stuff" as my dad always called it. I always took that as my cue to go out with my mates or play on the computer.

That was until she met Mike Sheron...

Mike came along and swept her off her feet. I was sceptical as I had grown used to Sarah's lovers who would do this, love her and then leave her. Mike came along and treated Sarah how she deserved, he bought her gifts, took her on dates and even months down the line when normally the boy had turned tail and fled like a petty criminal, I would go round to see my grandparents and there was Sarah, snuggling up to Mike on the couch.

When I turned sixteen, Sarah told me that she was getting married to Mike. I was happy to hear that she had found herself a man to love and naturally I was invited to the wedding. By this time, I had three younger cousins, from my maternal uncle's side of the family (He was the eldest, my mother was effectively a middle kid, but Sarah was so much younger, that she acted more like an only child). The two girls were bridesmaids and little Stevie at six was page boy. I never felt comfortable in the suit and it was the only thing that was bad for me about that day. The bride and groom headed off to Mauritius for two weeks honeymoon and I was in trouble with my mum for not trying to catch the bouquet.

Life went on and I continued my studies. I finished high school and moved on to college, my first step into the wide world that lay ahead of me. Within a few months of moving into my student digs, Mike transferred to a few miles from my halls. It felt great to actually see Sarah again. By now, she looked fabulous and I stopped looking at her like I had when we were kids. I looked at her in a similar way that Mike did. She had a nice hourglass figure, pert breasts which were about 34B, long shapely legs and her hair was a long flowing mass of red which ended halfway down her back. I had bulked up since she had last seen me, joining the gym at college and becoming a regular at third base for the college team. I played hard and trained the same at the gym. I had grown from my 135lb frame to a much healthier, muscular 155lb. I'd changed my hair style from the long rock lover's mullet to a more manageable crew cut which I spiked and at this point had died green. When I walked up to the door of their house, I was barely recognisable from when I had started at college only 6 months ago.

"Oh my god! Rob? Is that really you?" Sarah was in shock as she opened the door to find me standing there in training gear, carrying a water bottle. I had just jogged over to hers from the last lecture of the day, a great early finish of 11am and then a quick phone call to let her know that I would accept her invite to come over.

"Of course it's me, Sarah. Don't pretend you've forgotten what your own nephew looks like." I smiled as I slipped on arm out of the strap of my pack.

"Come in, come in can I get you a drink at all?" Sarah opened the door wide and I stepped over the threshold of her new home, stepping out of my sneakers as I did.

"Well, I'd love one, but I would love a shower first, if that's alright with you. You don't want me coming in here making your place smell like a vintage locker room." Sarah smiled and pointed up the stairs.

"Sure thing, it's at the top of the stairs, first on the left. What did you want to drink; I'll get us both a drink now."

"Oh, just fruit juice or a milkshake. If you haven't got those, then I'll have water." I shouted down the stairs to her, shutting the bathroom door behind me. I had a shower and was impressed with all the mod cons which came with this place. Sarah ran an internet based company and put in anything from 2-10 hours a day, but I was not aware that she made so much money, obviously Mike pulled in his fair share of the cash as well. I looked out into the back garden as I dressed and saw the size of their pool. I swear it was the same size as the competition pool that was at the college water park. I pushed some gel through my hair, making it stand in nice green spikes, which served as a slight shock to people who didn't know me. I wondered how Sarah would take it, though she had already seen me without a hat, but with no gel in my hair it did look darker.

I strolled downstairs and held my bag up toward Sarah. "Where can I put this?" She turned round and shrugged at me.

"Just hang it on the door and come over here," She pushed a glass of fruit juice across the counter to me and sat back, taking a proper look at me. "Now that you've had a chance to unwind, you can tell me exactly what you've done to your hair!"

"Oh, I had it cut. It kept getting in my eyes when it was a windy game and I didn't like the pony tail look." Sarah smirked as she thought of me with a pony tail.

"I didn't mean like that, Robbie. I meant the color you dyed it."

"Aaw, come on! I'm only young once, so I thought I'd take advantage of that and get a new style. Coach says that he lets it ride since it's concealed when I've got my cap on."

"And what do the girls think of my nephew and his new hair cut?" Sarah probed me for a few details of my love life.

Well, they all seem more interested in my muscles rather than my hair. When summer rolls around, they'll be queuing up to see us train. I'm only a freshman, just think of the following I'll have when I'm a senior." Sarah giggled at the confidence her nephew showed.

"Well, I know you mum wouldn't approve, that's for sure."

"Mum didn't approve when I grew my hair long in the first place. She'll never like my hair style, it's her thing." I grinned sarcastically at Sarah, who considered this, rolling her lower lip. "Trust me, I know her better than you, Sarah."

"Yes, but she's still my big sister. There are things I know about her that only a handful of people know."

"Such as..?" Just then, my cell phone started ringing. "Oh, excuse me," I stood up and walked out into the hall to get a little privacy with my phone call. Sarah just sat there and looked at me through the frosted glass of the kitchen diner doors. I came back in, looking slightly deflated.

"Sorry Sarah, I've got to go. There's practice in an hour and coach is willing to cut late shows. Gaz is giving me a ride there in a couple of minutes from the end of the road." Sarah stood up and walked over to me, she picked up my glass and held it out to me

"Well, just drink all of your fruit juice like a good boy." She used her special 'Mummy' tone of voice which she used on me so often during my childhood. I scowled and downed the contents of the glass in one

"Thanks for the drink, maybe we can carry this on some other time?"

"Sure thing let me know when you've got a free evening and you can come round for dinner with Mike and I." I smiled as I put the glass down on the counter top and turned to leave

"Forgetting something, Robbie?" I turned around to see Sarah beaming her smile at me. I shook my head, as I unhooked my bag off the door handle and slipped it over my shoulders.

"You don't get to come and see Auntie Sarah without giving her a hug, you know." She walked over and wrapped her arms around me. I entwined her in mine, choosing the conservative left arm around the waist, right hand on the shoulder tactic. As we hugged, she gently kissed my neck and I felt an electric surge run up and down my spine. Our hug lingered and then suddenly we seemed to remember who we were and we broke apart.

"Don't be a stranger, Rob." She chirped as I walked off down the path and to my friend's car which was waiting by the time I got there.

The feel of her breath on my neck was quite a distraction. I had a bad practice and got benched for the game, only to see the sophomore who had replaced me destroy his knee ligaments in a close play at home plate. When I saw that happen, coach looked at me and said "Loosen up, you're in!" I snapped out of my trance-like state and returned to business. When we finished the game, I showered and returned home. That evening, I had a torrid time of sleeping, due to the images of Sarah floating across my mind. I could feel my boner throbbing, but I could not summon the courage to jack off over my Aunt.

***Four Months Later***

I had become a regular at Sarah and Mike's once or sometimes even twice a week for dinner. In return, I got them tickets to see some of my games. I was present at the party when Sarah dropped the bombshell on her third wedding anniversary that she was pregnant. Everyone was so happy for her and there were cigars all around for the men. I politely declined, citing "I'll smoke a cigar when I win with the ball club, not before" Mike jokingly nudged me in the ribs, saying "You'd better win within the next nine months then, kiddo!" we all laughed and joked around.

I got home and lay on my bed, feeling slightly dejected, as I hadn't got a girl at that point. I wanted more than just a casual fling, which most of the girls on campus wanted from someone like me. The girls who wanted commitment had it already. I was just stuck for the time being. My though process came to the conclusion that Sarah has what she wants, she has a loving husband and a great house. Mike has a loving wife who's carrying his kid. I concluded that I was jealous of Mike because he was a man who had someone to love him. It was about half 2 in the morning, but still I reached under my bed, where a variety of weights were stored, and started to work out. When my jealous rage at Mike had subsided, it was close to 5am. I gingerly walked up the stairs and collapsed in a heap on the bed.

My freshman year finished with a slump. The college rag reported that I had officially become a sophomore earlier than billed. My production numbers suffered and only my studies stayed the same. I headed home for the summer and, as predicted by Sarah some five months ago, I got into trouble with mum for the state of my new hair cut, though fortunately for me, there was no green left for her to lay into me over. I had a lazy summer, the first chance I'd had to genuinely relax in the whole year, since the will to play for the college ball club meant lots of time in the gym and a highly committed me.

I went into my sophomore year as eager as ever to do well and now that I was living in a house with three of my friends, I felt more independent than ever. I still stayed in close contact with Sarah and Mike; I had come to terms with myself for being jealous of him. I had put it down to being jealous of any man in a long-term relationship who was about my age (He was 10 years my senior) and he just happened to be in the vicinity.

Through the fall into winter, my grades picked up and I continued to work on my physique. We installed some gym equipment thanks to donations from parents and Sarah was getting bored of the same scenery, as she worked from home, so she offered to help the four of us redecorate "as the place needs a woman's touch" Unusually, we actually owned the house due to some scheme initiated by my dad, so we didn't have to pay rent and we could all keep it as an investment and maybe rent it out to future students. I was looking towards the prospect of selling it on at the end of my senior year and moving into a decent business somewhere away from Massachusetts.

Christmas rolled around and the snow had started to fall. I was staying at my student digs, but Sarah had invited most of the family to come over for Christmas dinner. I was around to see most of the crowd at various points of the week leading up, but largely was being a rebellious teenager at 19 and had little time to spare, getting myself set for a fun Christmas with family. I was planning on bringing a girl.

"Sally, my folks are all coming to my Aunt's for Christmas, she lives near campus. Do you want to come and join us for Christmas dinner?"

"I'm not sure, Robbie, I want to see my folks as well... I'll let you know." I was such a sucker for her Georgia accent, I couldn't really say no.

Eventually, Sally agreed to join me and my family for Christmas. We left my place at about 2pm, to let all the morning ruckus die down, as the kids (I now had 4 cousins present) were always a handful when they got excited bout new toys. We arrived at Sarah and Mike's place, I was such a regular person there, I just let myself in through the front door and promptly fetched myself a whack on the shin from Andi, who charged into me with her new pram.

"Robbie Robbie! Lookit!" cried Andi as she bounced the pram off my shinbone. I winced slightly, as it caught me off guard, but I bent down, scooped her up and, letting Sally in, I shut the door behind us

"Hello squirt, how are you?" I questioned my cousin as she struggled in my arms. "I want you to meet Sally. Sally, this is my cousin, Andi." Sally lit up like a chandelier and smiled at Andi, but Andi was having none of it. She just buried her head in my shoulder.

"I think someone's gone shy," I said taking Sally by the hand and guiding her through into the lounge, where the rest of my family awaited. "I bet you all thought I wasn't coming, didn't you?" I joked as I threaded my way carefully over toys which were strewn around the floor by the kids. I smoothly deposited the by now less shy Andi on the floor with her sisters and brother and moved over by the fireside. "I guess it's time for some introductions then. Everybody, this is Sally, my girlfriend. Sally, this is my family." I went around the room, introducing my mum and dad, my maternal grandparents, Uncle Tony and Aunt Maggie. My cousins were pointed out, but they were too interested in their toys to pay attention. Finally, I pointed out Mike, who brought over drinks for us.

"Mike, where's Sarah hiding? I can't introduce Sally to everyone without her meeting my favourite Aunt."

"Where do you think she is? She wanted to have the family around for Christmas, she has to cook." I stared at Mike, gob smacked that he didn't seem to care that his wife was 6 months pregnant and was still cooking the Christmas dinner alone.

"Well, Happy Christmas everyone, we're going to see her ladyship and see how dinner's coming on." I gently, but firmly pulled Sally's arm and she followed me through to the kitchen. I was met with the most wonderful smell of Christmas dinner cooking and I saw Sarah slaving away over the sink, peeling sprouts. I put my finger to my mouth, indicating that we should be quiet and Sally nodded at me. I undid my cufflinks and rolled up my shirt sleeves and then declared in a loud, happy voice "Boy something smells good enough to eat!" Sarah jumped and turned round to see me and Sally standing there. Her smile lit up her face as she dried her hands and came walking across the kitchen to me

"Robbie! I thought you weren't coming today."

"What, and miss the greatest meal of the year? I'm here so often anyway, I should show up to the one I'm actually invited to." I stepped to the side, indicating Sally. "Sarah, this is my girlfriend, Sally." Sarah walked over to her and they shook hands "Sally, this is my Aunt Sarah." Sally gave Sarah an 'are you sure' look and then declared:

"You don't look old enough to be his Aunt." Sarah just smiled

"Well, she's not much older than me, she's sort of like the sister I never had. Anyway, I think you could do with some help. I'm not letting you cook Christmas dinner unaided, especially when you're this far gone."

"Why thank you. You're the first person who's offered to help. Happy Christmas Robbie!" She threw her arms around me and I put my left arm around her. I felt her breasts press into my chest. Her pregnancy had caused them to swell to something much closer a 36C. I got the feeling they were a similar size to Sally's, but I hadn't seen too much of those due to my playing time with the ball club. Sarah's bump pressed into my stomach and I felt how firm it was. She still had three months of growth left, but she felt wonderful. I felt my cock begin to harden, but I could not let it happen here, not in front of my girlfriend and my family, of all people.

"Pull up a chair, Sally. At least you'll get some civil conversation in here." I joked

"What do you mean, Robbie?" Sally pulled up a chair, looking confused.

"Well, I mean I'm staying in here to help out, I'm not letting you go and get interrogated by Mum and Gran, that's for sure. Not when I can't defend you, anyway." I walked over to the sink and carried on with the job of inexpertly peeling sprouts for Sarah.

"What's all this in aide of, Robbie?" Said Sarah, somewhat shocked by the fact that I had decided to help. I continued scraping the sprouts and placing them into a pan, keeping my somewhat lively cock between me and the counter safely out of view, giving me a chance to calm down.

Sarah hit her stride once more and rose to the challenge of cooking Christmas Dinner. She talked to Sally and myself as an aside to the almost insurmountable task we had to overcome, while the guests and Mike laughed and enjoyed Christmas. By the time Dinner was finally served, my shirt was soaked with sweat, as it felt I had been in the Sauna for hours. I was relieved to finally see Mike do some work when he carved the turkey, though it was clear that he had not practised much, as he lacked technique and the 'slices' all started to fall apart – much to my amusement. The family all took very well to Sally and I had a fun time, without incident – the first Christmas in ages not to have some sort of argument, though that was about to change. After the mighty feast, we all helped move our plates to the kitchen and then adjourned to the lounge. When I slumped down, Sarah's excellent cooking weighing on my stomach, I looked at all of my relatives who were in similar fashion to myself.

"Well, if you all go in the kitchen, you should have finished the washing up in less than half an hour." Grandpa had already fallen asleep in the chair by the fire. Mike wasn't too pleased and he started to complain, but stopped when my dad slapped me around the back of the head.

"You should learn yourself not to be so cheeky, after all that Mike and Sarah have done for you today."

"Ok dad, I'm sorry. Thank you for the wonderful meal, Sarah. You're a truly excellent cook. Mike, thanks for keeping the relatives occupied so I could help your wife cook for the family." Families always fight at Christmas and Mike had to be dragged back by my dad and my uncle. I stood there and watched him as he stared daggers at me, powerless to break out of the two men's grasps. "I'm off to get some fresh air. Want to join me, Sal?"

"Sure, I need to walk this good food off." Sally got up and escorted me out of the house into the snow. I trudged over to the car, seething at the fact that my uncle had tried to lay a punch on me. "I'm sorry about that Sal. I'm not usually like that, but it's just that he's got on my nerves all day, expecting Sarah to do everything..."

"It's ok, Robbie. I'm glad you offered to help. She was very thankful for both you and me being there, even if it was just for moral support." I turned and looked at Sally, my girlfriend, who had finally managed to make me see sense. I smiled sheepishly, as I realised what an ass I'd made of myself."Thanks Sal, that's what I needed." She smiled back at me and walked over and hugged me. "Come on, let's go in for round two, we've got some presents to give out.

Our second visit was neither as long, nor as fiery as our first. Mike had calmed himself down and when he reappeared, he had a fresh set of clothes on and his hair was wet. Maybe Uncle Tony or dad had laid one on him... I could only hope. I handed out some presents to my cousins and a few bottles of cheap wine I had picked up for the four couples. We said our goodbyes and were out of the house by nine pm. I drove Sally and I back to my digs and couldn't wait to get in through the door.

"Slow down Robbie, what's all the rush about?"

"You'll see!" I grabbed Sally's hand and encouraged her over the doorstep into the house, where I kicked off my shoes and hugged Sally. "Can I get you a drink? I haven't had anything all day, so I've got some catching up to do."

"Um... sure, would you get me a Coke please?" I looked distastefully at Sally, when she requested a non-alcoholic drink.

"Come on baby, it's Christmas. Everyone should have a drink." I smiled, knowingly.

"I've had enough to drink, but don't let me stop you, Robbie." She pushed me in the direction of the kitchen and I duly obliged. I came back to find the gas fire turned up nice and warm, a movie starting on the TV and Sally curled up on the couch, gently patting the cushion next to her. I passed her a glass of Coke and sat down next to her with my beer, slipping my arm around her.

We snuggled on the couch, watching the film and we drank our drinks. I tried to liven it up a bit, but Sally had always been very conservative when it came to sex, much to my dismay. I wasn't going to force her to have sex against her will, more try to convince her that was what she really wanted. As we watched the movie, I moved my hand up from where it had been resting on her hip and gradually reached her breast. As my hand came to rest, Sally coughed, expecting me to remove it. I just bit my tongue and ignored it. She looked down at my hand laid gently on her breast and then looked at me.

"Robbie, we've talked about this. You know I'm not that type of girl." She sat up, removing my hand and turned to face me "Don't do this, we've had a great Christmas so far..."

"Come on, Sal..." I protested. "I'm just resting my hand there, it's not like I'm trying to force myself upon you. I'm not that type of guy."

"You just need more cold showers." She leaned into me and kissed me lovingly – this was the only kind of contact that she allowed me, so I made the most of it.

"Then I suppose a cuddle in bed is out of the question then?" She giggled as I stood up and stretched.

"You go on up, I'll be there in a minute or two." I seized my chance and went upstairs into my bedroom, which had become ours over the past few months. Sal may not have wanted sex, but she certainly gave me confidence that all of my friends were jealous. The occasional morning seeing her strut around the bedroom in her underwear was all I needed to reinforce that belief. I opened the wardrobe and took out a gift wrapped box, which I had got her for Christmas. The tag on it read 'To my darling Sally'. I heard the door open and turned around, concealing the box behind me.

Sally walked up to me and wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear "Happy Christmas, Robert" when she kissed me, I accidentally dropped the box, which bounced off the floor, breaking the captivating moment. "What's this?" She asked, as I turned around and hastily picked it up

"Just a little something I got you for Christmas. A token of my affection." I passed the box to Sally and she sat at the foot of the bed, opening it delicately. She lifted the lid to reveal a gold silk bra, thong, suspender belt and stockings.

"Robbie... why?" A tear rolled down her cheek and she looked at me, but her smile had faded.

"A beautiful lady such as you should wear beautiful clothes. Do you like them?"

"What does it matter, you only want me to wear them so I can take them off. All you ever thing about is sex!" She started to sob and I walked over to her

"It's not like that, Sally. I honestly thought you'd look beautiful in them and seeing you wear them every now and then would make me proud to be your boyfriend." I opened my arms to try and hug her, but she rounded on me. She slapped me, but I kept on coming, so she resorted to the best defence tactic in the female arsenal. She kneed me in the groin and turned to leave.

"Sal, please..." I coughed breathlessly, my whole world just an eternity of pain. Sally shouted something and I heard the door slam and her car drive off. When I regained my breath, I stood up, removed the box and its wrapper from the bed and dumped them on the dresser. I slumped on the bed and cried myself to sleep.

* * *

I didn't do much at all the next day, I moped around the house, feeling sorry for myself. Anything I did reminded me of Sally and the nine months that we had been together. I tried calling her cell phone, but kept getting her answer phone message. I left her a message, asking her to call me, because we needed to talk. Two more days passed and I knew my loneliness would come to an end, when my friends started to come back from their own Christmas gatherings in time for the New Year. It was December 28th and I was relaxing in front of the TV after a massive session on the weights in the basement, when I heard the doorbell ring. I answered the door, wondering if, against all hope, it could be Sally. It was Sarah, much to my surprise. She had her back to me and I was shocked to see that she had the beginnings of a black eye and that she was crying.

"Sarah! What happened?" I was stunned to see her like that, but she walked in over the threshold and burst into tears. Naturally, I accepted her with open arms and she buried her face in my shoulder. Eventually, she calmed down and I lead her into the lounge, where she sat on the couch and I got her a drink and an ice pack.

"I had a disagreement with Mike. He didn't like the fact that he had to clear up after everyone went home from Christmas and Boxing Day... I told him that at least my family care about me and he slapped me with the back of his hand." I put my arm reassuringly around her shoulders and tried my best to comfort her. He stormed off and I didn't know where else to go. I can't stay there in case he comes back." She started to sob again. I hugged her and then reached to the coffee table, where there was a box of tissues. She took one and blew her nose.

"Everything's going to be alright, Sarah. You stay here tonight and we'll sort something out tomorrow, ok?" She nodded and smiled at me "I'll go and grab a few things for me and I'll sleep on the sofa tonight, you can have my bed."

"What about Sally? Where is she sleeping?" My face turned down at that point and I smiled sadly.

"She will be sleeping at her parent's house and bunking with some of her friends when the new semester starts. We fell out." Sarah looked dumbstruck at the bombshell news.

"I'm so sorry for you, Robbie. You seemed such a nice couple, too."

"Don't worry, I'll be alright. I'll be back in a min." I went upstairs and grabbed myself a blanket. I was already in my sleeping gear, an old T-shirt and a pair of shorts which hadn't fallen apart. I showed Sarah up to the room and she seemed quite impressed.

"You never did give me the tour of this place. Your room looks great."

"I'll make a deal with you then. I'll show you the whole house tomorrow, because right now, I'm fit to drop." Sarah nodded and we said our goodnights.

I woke up next morning at about half past 11, when Jason, one of my roommates came back in from his vacation and found me sprawled over the couch.

"What's up with you, man? Couldn't find your way into bed?

"Nah, got a bit of family trouble, so Sarah's come to stay for last night... What time is it?" Jason looked at his watch

"It's half 11, come on, you lazy bum. Me, Jon and Rich are going to training, if you wanna join us." I smiled at my hockey playing roommate

"No thanks, I'll get up, but I hit the weights pretty hard yesterday." Just then, Jon and Rich, the other two parts of our foursome, came down the stairs carrying their kit bags.

"Morning, sleeping beauty. I see prince charming has woken you up!" Rich was always ready for a snappy comment and I looked around for something to throw at him.

"I'll see you icy ballerinas later on then." I stretched and hauled myself out of bed, as they left. I decided I needed a shower, but realised that my towel and my fresh clothes were all in my bedroom. I slapped my forehead and slowly made my way upstairs.

I opened the door to my room and knocked quietly. I glanced over my bed, where Sarah lay, covered by the duvet. Slowly, I tiptoed across the room to my wardrobe. I picked up a fresh towel and a clean pair of shorts. I turned and crept slowly from the room, but I was dismayed to hear Sarah's voice

"You'll have to try harder than that." I turned and Sarah smiled at me, as if I were a common thief in my own bedroom.

"Didn't mean to wake you, I just thought I could catch a quick shower and then make you some breakfast." Sarah smiled coyly at me

"What have I done to earn breakfast in bed, Robbie?"

"I never said anything about in bed, but somebody's got to be nice to you, haven't they?" I winked at Sarah and she smiled at me.

"Well, if you're going to be so nice to me, you'll let me use the shower first." I sagged my shoulders and held out the towel for her.

"It's a bit temperamental, so I'll have to show you how to work it." Sarah pulled the duvet off herself and started to get up. I was treated to a sight of her wearing a red bra and panties set. This accentuated the curves of her bust and showed off the natural radiance of her bump.

"I need to pee, which one's the bathroom? She said, looking a little anxious"

"Straight across the landing. Let me know when you're ready and I'll show you the shower workings." Sarah rushed off to relieve herself and I tried to pick myself some clothes for the day, without dwelling too much on the images of my Aunt Sarah in my head. I showed her how the shower worked and went back to finding myself some clothes.

"Robbie!" Sarah called from the bathroom "Could you be a darling and get me some clean underwear from my bag?"

"Where is your bag?" I asked, not having seen one the night before.

"Oh shit, I left it in the car."

"I'll go and get it, don't worry." I grabbed my jeans and sneakers and ran out to her car, liberating her bag and returning to the warmth of the house. As I walked up the stairs, I noticed that the bag was absolutely freezing cold. "Do you want me to leave the bag in the bathroom for you, Sarah?"

"No, just pick me out a matching bar and panties and leave them in the bathroom, I'll deal with the bag in a bit." I unzipped the bag and found three sets of clothes and five different pairs of underwear. I pulled a black bra and thong from the bag and thought about how cold they felt. I couldn't put this material straight on the radiator, it would melt. I decided to grab another fresh towel and placed that over the radiator, before laying Sarah's underwear on top of it. At least she wouldn't get a chill from it now. I dumped the bag on my bed and went downstairs for a glass of orange juice.

Sarah finished her shower and vacated the bathroom, which I then took up residence in. For the first time since Christmas, I made an effort to look smart. I shaved, styled my hair and even put on some of the aftershave which Sarah and Mike had bought me as a present. I felt great, which made a change to me wallowing in my self pity as I had been for the past couple of days.

Sarah was sat at the breakfast bar when I came down. She looked impressed with the effort I had made. "You know, not many 19 year olds could scrub up that well." I smiled and walked over to the fridge.

"What do you fancy for breakfast? I've got cereal, milk and orange juice."

"What, no pancakes?" Sarah asked pleadingly "I could just murder a pile of them with butter and maple syrup."

"Well, I could go down to the store, I suppose... Then we could both have pancakes."

"I'll tell you what, let's just start with a glass of orange juice, since we both need to get some emotional stuff off out chests. It doesn't pay to let it stew, and since we're both in a similar position, we can both lend each other some support."

"I don't really want to talk about it..." I started

"Robbie, just drop all this macho bullshit. I can understand it when you're around your friends, but this is me. You've told me about some of the most intimate parts of your life and I've told you some of mine."

"Ok, you win." I poured out two glasses of orange juice and we started talking about how our relationships had met hard times.

"One of the best things she ever did was she would walk around the bedroom in only her underwear. Not being able to do anything else with her meant that was a great thrill. I bought her some sexy underwear for Christmas and she took it the wrong way." I eventually got to the point of my problem – exactly what Sarah had been angling toward.

"Did you buy it the wrong size? Or is she that repulsed by the idea of sex at all?"

"The size matched some of her other clothes. I checked the labels to get it right. She just seemed to really hate the idea of anyone lusting over her – even me." Sarah seemed to relax a little at this point.

"What sort of underwear did you buy for her?" I stood up and turned to leave the kitchen.

"I'll show you, since she didn't want it." I went upstairs and returned with the box and placed it on the breakfast bar in front of Sarah, who examined the garments, critically.

"Must have cost you a pretty penny. I thought you students were all dirt poor."

"You forget that I hardly drink, so all that beer money gets spent on more... deserving gifts." Sarah smiled and replaced the lid on the box, reverently.

"I hope you kept the receipt, that way you needn't feel so hard on yourself." I shrugged.

"I'm keeping my hopes up that she comes back. She might just need some time to get this out of her system."

"You sound like you need some gastronomic therapy. Run upstairs and fetch my keys. We'll go and have pancakes then." I looked a little confused, because she hadn't talked about her split with Mike

"But, you didn't say what was wrong with you and Mike..." Sarah smiled, knowingly.

"I told you that last night, besides, there's plenty of time for me to answer any questions you may have over the day. Go get those keys, I'll let you drive."

I took the stairs three at a time, replaced the box under the bed this time and came down with Sarah's car keys. She let me drive, so long as I took it easy, since the bump was starting to get in the way of her feet reaching the pedals. I backed the car out of the drive and turned left – the way to the centre of town and the nearest shops

"Wrong way, mister chauffeur."

"But that's the way to Wal-Mart. We need some pancakes, don't we?"

"I've got two pieces of news for you, Robbie. 1) I've got some at my house and 2) Bump wants pancakes now, so we go where we can eat quicker." I smiled and turned the car around, driving off to Sarah's house. As we pulled into the drive, she seemed to get a little apprehensive. "I don't want to go in, in case he's in there."

"I'll be two seconds." I hopped out of the car and opened the trunk, where there was a tire iron. I came back to the car and Sarah looked mortified. "It's just for self defence... and your defence." She smiled and got out of the car. Sarah followed me into the house and we searched from top to bottom. The only evidence of Mike being at the house was a note in the kitchen addressed to Sarah.

Dear Sarah,

I love you and what I did is wrong. I cannot forgive myself for being such an animal in front of you. I can only hope that you can forgive me, but I cannot allow myself to be a part of our family, while I have such issues. I am seeking professional help and will deposit money into our bank account to pay for the baby.

I hope to see you again soon

Love to baby

Mike x

Sarah read this and broke down in tears. I held her close and let her cry and get it all out of her system. I thought about myself and Sally, how our little fight over sex was completely foolish.

"It's ok, I'm here for you." I tried to reassure her, because right now, she needed someone who was going to support her.

"I'm glad you're here, Robbie. It means a lot to me." I let her cry into my shoulder for what must have been a good ten minutes and slowly she calmed herself down. When she had calmed down enough to support herself, I let her go and moved over to the fridge, looking for the elusive pancake mix. I found the mix and began to try my hand at making home made pancakes. Sarah, noticing this stood up and gently, but firmly, pushed me away from the hotplate and she started to cook pancakes. We ate, made some small talk and washed up. I started to enjoy myself and so did Sarah.

One thing lead to another, we started cleaning the kitchen, then gradually the rest of the house got a complete clean up. I did all the heavy lifting and Sarah did what she could, giving me the occasional order. We got to about five in the evening and Sarah looked over at me

"I don't like making a mess of your nice clothes, Robbie." I just looked down at my jeans, which were getting pretty dirty from all of the work. I just shrugged and pulled off my jumper, as I was getting quite hot. My tight black T-shirt was perfect for winter training, as it kept me warm and it was close to my skin, so I could show off my muscles to any girls braving the cold.

"You've put on some more weight since the summer, haven't you?" I smiled at Sarah, as she checked out my torso wrapped up in black cotton

"Well, my three housemates are hockey players, so they train me through the off season and I train them through the summer. Works out alright for me, because theirs is mostly legs. I need some upper body though, to hit the ball further... the problem is, training makes me aggressive."

"Yes, I had noticed... That's why when Sally went outside with you, I dragged mike upstairs and sat him under a cold shower."

"I did wonder why he'd got changed." Sarah smiled evilly for a moment and then looked thoughtful.

"Robbie, would you do me a really big favour... Would you sleep here tonight, I don't want to be on my own in case he comes back."

"Geez, I'm feeling like 'The Bodyguard' now. If you so much as utter a single sound from that Whitney Houston track, I'm not going to." Sarah laughed and came over to me, throwing her arms around me and planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Thanks, Robbie. I'll make it up to you somehow." We went upstairs and prepared the spare bedroom for myself. We both decided to hit the sack at about midnight, after a hard day's work. I took a shower and jumped into the bed, completely naked, as I hadn't got any other clothes for me to use, I could always put the others on and go home to fetch some tomorrow. I turned off the light and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

A few hours later, I felt a hand shake me awake. I opened my eyes and saw Sarah standing over me, wearing her dressing gown, shaking like a leaf.

"Robbie, I can't sleep in there without thinking of him," she was breathing quickly and she appeared to be sweating "Can I sleep in your bed?"

"Like when we were kids at Grandma and Grandpa's log cabin in the woods? Ok, I guess so." Sarah quickly undid her dressing gown and dropped it on the floor, she slid into bed next to me, switching the light off. I rolled onto my left side, my back to Sarah and tried to get back to sleep.

"Robbie?" Sarah didn't seem to want to let me sleep.

"Sarah." I replied

"Why aren't you trying to comfort me, you're slipping." I rolled back onto my back and looked across in her general direction.

"To tell you the truth, Sarah, I'm not all that experienced in the whole lying in bed with a woman, much less a pregnant woman."

"Well, you were doing everything great until two minutes ago. I like to sleep on my side, because bump gets comfy then. You just lie behind me and put your hand on bump. If you do anything wrong, I'll let you know." Sarah lay on her right side and I followed suit, draping my left arm over her bump, I allowed the palm of my hand to glide over her skin. "Don't be shy, Robbie, you can get a little closer to me, I won't kill you if you do anything wrong, so long as you correct the mistake." I scooted up a little closer to Sarah, gently pressing my torso against her back. I caught the smell of her hair in my nostrils and suddenly I felt so good about myself, yet so calm.

I felt the blood rushing to my groin and I tried so hard to control myself. To this day, I do not know if I won, because I fell asleep, soon afterwards.

I awoke next morning to find myself spooning with Sarah. I wasn't shocked by this, as I replayed what had happened last night. What did worry me though was my early morning erection, which was currently positioned between Sarah's thighs. I decided that my best move was to stay there and hope that I can regain enough control to make it go flaccid again before pulling away, waking up and going for a shower.

Getting an erect dick to shrink when it is positioned in one of the most heavenly places imaginable is by no means an easy task. I continued to lie there, my dick aching as it throbbed gently. Sarah must have been awake, or very close to, because soon after, she stirred. I was pretending to sleep, in the hope that she would not see the positioning of my dick between her thighs as me being horny and trying to get off. What happened next shocked me completely. Sarah reached over, grabbed my hand and slowly moved it from her bump up to her breast.

"I thought you said you'd tell me if I was doing something wrong, Sarah." I said as my hand stroked her breast and my dick throbbed more rapidly between her legs.

"I thought you were still asleep, Robbie." Sarah stammered and blushed.

"No, I've just woken up myself. What a mess this is then."

"I've never told anyone about anything that goes on with me and Mike in bed, but we haven't had sex for six months. So the first few months, I didn't want sex, because we'd been trying so hard, I was bored of it, but now with all the hormones rushing about, I really need it and he wouldn't let me have it."

"So, Robbie, who gets dumped because he wants too much sex and Sarah who dumps her husband because he doesn't want sex at all?" I looked quizzically at Sarah, who looked over her shoulder at me and nodded. I smiled and pulled myself back from where I was lying. I leaned over Sarah and planted a kiss on her lips. Simultaneously, our lips parted and my tongue darted into her waiting mouth, seeking Sarah's. Our tongues danced and while my left hand roamed over her voluptuous breasts and my right hand sought the clasp of her black bra, desperately trying to free her breasts from their prison. Sarah understood what I was trying to do and she aided me in undoing the clasp, allowing her breasts to fall free. She moved to sit up and pushed me back a bit, so she could speak to me

"You're a great kisser, I'll tell you that much Robbie. Lets see how good you are at being a man." Sarah seemed a completely different woman to the one who had come into my room so frightened last night. She had a big grin on her face and the look on her face was one of pure lust. I dipped my head to her ample breasts and kissed her nipples, which made her moan with glee. I gradually had to leave her breasts behind, as I continued to kiss her bump and I reached around to the waistband of her panties. I stopped for a second and gently ran my fingers over the gusset of her black thong, which was absolutely soaked with her juices. Sarah threw her head back, thoroughly enjoying the experience.

"Don't tease me, I've had enough of that for the past few months, just get my panties off and show me what you can do!" She screamed at me, almost enraged. I moved my hands back to her hips and slowly pulled her thong down, exposing her red haired snatch to me. I marvelled at it for a good few seconds, but Sarah was getting impatient with me. "Robbie, don't mess me about, just give me that cock of yours now!"

"But I haven't got a rubber, Sarah." She sighed and looked at me in disbelief

"What's the matter, are you afraid you might get me pregnant?" She looked down at her bump and made a face as if to say 'duh' to me. I dropped her thong on the floor and moved into position over her. Just to get on her nerves a little, I leaned forward and kissed her one last time. I moved back into a press up style position over Sarah and gradually guided my dick toward her dripping pussy. She was so turned on by this whole situation that I barely had to push to penetrate her. I had to sit back, as I was paranoid about hurting her or the bump, which she found highly amusing.

"Having problems, Robbie?" She purred; glad to finally feel someone fulfil her carnal desires after so long.

"How can I put this, Sarah? You're in my way."

"Ok, I'll get into a better position for you; you just go over there and open the middle door of the wardrobe, will you?" Confused, I dismounted Sarah and staggered over to the wardrobe and opened one of the doors slightly and looked inside

"What am I looking for in here?" Sarah was manoeuvring herself on the bed, getting comfortable

"There's a full length mirror on the inside of the door. Open it so it's facing us and use the tie to hold it open." I opened the door as she requested and looked at her, naked, lustful figure, knelt on all fours almost begging me to come back to her with just the look on her face. I walked back over to the bed, noticing that her eyes were glued to my dick.

"Hmm, not even halfway in, we'll have to do something about that. I think this calls for some gentle doggy-style, don't you Robbie?" In my head, my emotions went into overdrive and an image of me back-flipping passed through my consciousness. All I could do was smile and walk around behind Sarah. I knelt between her legs and ran my fingers along the length of her dripping pussy and through her auburn bush.

"I want to watch you fuck me with that nice dick of yours, Robbie. I want to see if I can take it all the way in!" I was not in a position to resist her words at this point, so I repositioned myself and slid about 6 of my 9 inches inside her with no trouble – much to Sarah's delight. I waited in this position for a few minutes, feeling the silky walls of her pussy clench and relax around my dick, trying desperately not to spoil the moment by blowing my load too soon. I placed my hands on her hips and looked up at the reflection of myself kneeling in from of the mirror, with Sarah at my complete mercy. I felt such awesome pride, knowing that she wanted this as much as I did.

Sarah looked up at the mirror and I pulled my hand back from her hips and sucked clean my fingers, which until recently had been bathing in her juices. "Don't tease me, Robbie! I've watched you grow up and now you're finally fucking me, you're just going to sit there?!" This made me a little angry, but I never did like it when someone told me off. I gripped he hips roughly and delivered the last few inches of my dick into her. Sarah moaned in pleasurable pain and surprise, as my balls slapped against her pussy lips, showing her I was all the way in. Again I lingered a little, just to get her accustomed to my size and then I started to pump slowly in and out of her. I'd got with a few girls before Sally came on the scene and had experienced quite a bit of bedroom gymnastics. Keeping my strokes slow and long, I leant forward and started kissing Sarah's back gently. I listened to her gentle moans and grunts and while she was enjoying the sensations, I moved my hands from her hips to caress her bump.

"That's it Robbie, show bump you love it too." She cooed at me as my hands gently moved over the skin of her belly. I moved my hands up to her breasts and cupped them, feeling their delightful weight and her nice hard nipples. I pinched her nipples and listened to her squeals of delight and she started pushing herself back onto my dick, to meet my inward thrusts. I could feel a tightening in my balls and knew that I wouldn't last very much longer. I continued to caress her breasts and kiss her back, but the sensation of her dripping pussy gripping at my dick was too much to bear. I gave in to my instincts and pulled back, almost completely out of Sarah. With one hard thrust, I buried myself deep within Sarah's pussy and wave after wave of bliss overcame me. I felt my own seed leave my dick and surround it, as there really was no more room within Sarah. I watched, transfixed as a mixture of my juices and hers dribbled down her leg and dripped onto the bed. Unable to do anything, I knelt behind Sarah, as she reached behind her and scooped up a dollop, which she sucked off her fingers in much the same way that I had done only a few moments ago. I began to remove my dick, which was beginning to become limp again.

"Where do you think you're going, Mister?" Sarah pulled her fingers from her mouth and demanded and explanation from me.

"I was going to... um..." I faltered.

"You've still got a job to finish off here first. Now, show me how much you care about me." I felt her pussy lips clench about my now almost completely flaccid dick.

"I just did..."

"Ooh, I've got to teach you a lesson then Robbie!" She grinned wickedly at me. "You don't show a woman how much you care for her by how much spunk you can fill her up with – otherwise Mike would really care for me," she patted her bump gently, while looking at me frankly "You need to make me come, because I need to – badly." Sarah waited for my next move, which took some time to materialise.

Eventually, I leaned forward and my hands began kneading her breasts once more. "You stopped, so I'm not as aroused any more, Robbie. You'll have to work harder than that." In response to this, I moved back a bit from her, scooped her hair to one side off her back and using the tip of my tongue, I delicately licked up her spine, which made her shiver with delight. Combined with me pinching her nipples, I was confident that we were back on track. Sarah responded by throwing her head back and yelling "Yes, Robbie!" at the top of her voice. I hoped that that was her orgasm, but there was a little part of me which was praying that she would never orgasm, so this could carry on forever.

Half of the moves I tried that day were completely new to me, but 'just seemed right' I moved my right hand from her heaving breast and placed the index finger in her mouth, which she lovingly kissed and sucked, as if she were giving my finger a mini blow-job. I responded by pumping my finger in and out of her mouth, but before she could enjoy this too much, I pulled out of her mouth and slowly ran the now wet finger down her neck, between her breasts, over her bump and stopped when I felt her bush. Sarah was having none of that and she promptly grabbed my hand and guided it down to her pussy.

Oh god, she wants me to rub her clit! I thought to myself as I fumbled about in her bush. Suddenly, I had a brainwave, from all of those porn movies I had watched and had learnt so much about sex from. I found my dick, which was numb, but still snugly encased in her pussy. I moved my fingers slowly up from my dick, feeling her outer lips converge, when suddenly I struck gold – or rather pink. My questing finger had found a little hard lump of flesh, which caused Sarah to scream when I accidentally brushed the tip of my finger over the top of it. I set about trying to accomplish one of my impossible goals.

I removed my hand briefly, licking my finger and savouring the flavour of her pussy juices, before gently running my fingertip around her clit in slow, tight circles. "I'll make a real man out of you yet." Sarah triumphantly declared, as she fought for control against her building orgasm. I continued to rub over and around her clit in various different directions, speeds and with different fingers for some time, observing her reaction to each different technique in the mirror. All the while, her pussy continued to clench my dick and I hardly noticed, but I had slowly become erect once more. Sarah must have noticed this too, because she started to move herself up and down over the length of my shaft again, though I was too busy concentrating on my goal to notice for the first few strokes. When I did notice, I added another new move to my growing repertoire – I started thrusting into her, while continuing to rub her clit with a 'figure 8' style, which seemed to have been one of her favourites. Her breathing quickened and her already warm pussy seemed to heat up even more. I didn't dare stop now, as more of our cocktail of bodily fluids dribbled down our legs and onto the bed.

Sarah got so excited that she reached up and pinched one of her nipples, which all but pushed her over the edge – it seemed that she wanted me to do it, as that was my job for the time being.

Say something you moron, you've got a voice in your throat somewhere, I know you do! My mind screamed at me

"Come on, Auntie Sarah, come for Robbie." I said in a deep 'Barry White' style tone. Not having tried that sort of voice before, it probably sounded nothing like Barry White, but I didn't care, and neither did she, by the sound of it. "If you come for me now, I'll let you come again for me tonight... You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! Yes! YES!" Sarah yelled as she continued to barely hold onto control of her senses. "I love you Robbie, my angel. I want you to make me come every day, my big strong man!" It was getting too much for me and I increased my own pace. I was elated that she had told me she loved me and I wanted to repay her for making me feel so good. I increased my pace and stroke length, almost completely removing my dick from her pussy before replacing it deep within her. Sarah carried on her ecstatic moaning and I moved my left hand from her hip to her bump, which I started massaging gently. Sarah looked up at the mirror and smiled at me. I looked exhausted, but I still raised a smile and wiped my brow on my shoulder. Sarah's smile meant more than just an expression of appreciation. She finally stopped holding herself back and allowed herself to enjoy an orgasm which was both beautiful and powerful. Her entire body shuddered uncontrollably and her pussy muscles squeezed my dick, trying to milk it of any stray spunk. I knelt behind her, riding out her pleasure, continuing my thrusting at a much slower rate.

Eventually, after what must have been a couple of minutes, Sarah's mighty orgasm subsided and she looked up at the mirror once more to see me still kneeling behind her, staring blankly at her image, completely dumbfounded as to what had just transpired. She was out of breath and a tear ran down her cheek. Mortified that I had hurt her, I withdrew my dick and limped around to the foot of the bed – lack of blood in my legs from kneeling down for a long period of time meant most of my leg muscles had shut down. I crouched down next to her and lifted her chin so she faced me.

"Hey, what's the matter? Did I hurt you?" Sarah smiled through the tears and shook her head

"No Robbie, you just gave me something I've wanted for so long." I smiled shyly at her and leaned down to kiss her. Our tongues danced not as a sinful Aunt and her Nephew, but as lovers. We broke our kiss and Sarah sat herself down at the head of the bed and took a look at me standing there, getting my breath back at the foot of the bed.

"I meant what I said earlier, Sarah. I want to make you come like that again." Sarah smiled and patted the bed next to her. I obliged by taking up position next to her and I slipped my arm around her shoulders.

"So did I, Robbie. I love you more than any other man on this Earth." I was quite shocked to hear her say that and my mouth dropped open a little

"What, even more than your husband?" Was all I could think of to ask. Sarah laughed, scornfully at the very suggestion.

"I'm only a married woman until our divorce comes through. I shall go and find a lawyer after New Year and get it all sorted out."

"So what's going to happen about the baby? Do you really want to be a single mother?" I quizzed her on these delicate issues, since I knew she'd have to answer them herself sooner or later.

"Well, I think I can cope, but baby's going to need a strong father figure soon enough, otherwise they won't grow up right. Why, do you want a job?" This question caught me totally off guard and I coughed nervously

"Are you asking me to be your baby's father?"

"Not quite, Robbie... Mike's the baby's father, but since he won't be bringing it up at all, the baby will need a dad. Any man can be a father, but it takes a very special man to be a dad." Sarah smiled at me and it was my turn to feel tears running down my cheeks. "But we can talk about this more once we've had a bit more sleep." I looked down onto the sheet, which was covered in great wet patches where we had spilled her pussy juice and my spunk.

"I don't think we'll be able to sleep in this bed, Sarah. If we fall asleep, we might only get stuck to this sheet." Sarah giggled at this and kissed me gently.

"I'll go and take a quick shower, you might want to clean yourself up a bit too." She walked off toward the en-suite and I followed her, but she turned around in the doorway and stopped my advance. "There's a whole other bathroom along the hall, go and use that!" Feeling slightly rejected, I walked along the landing into the master bathroom and took a quick shower.

I returned to my room feeling much more relaxed and I began to look for my clothes, still completely naked. As I picked up my pair of shorts, Sarah opened the en-suite door and walked back into the room, regarding me quizzically.

"What's with the clothes? You've already seen me naked, it's not as if we really need them for sleeping in, is it?" I grinned at Sarah and walked over to her, dropping my shorts on the floor. She stood before me, completely naked and smiling pleasantly at me. "Come on, lover boy. Take me to bed." I held out my hand to her and she shook her head, allowing her face to break into a wide grin. "You still have much to learn, if you think I'm going to walk all the way to my marital bed when I'm pregnant and I've just had sex like that, Robbie."

"I'm sure you'll teach me, Sarah." I moved right next to her and bent my knees slightly, scooping her up in my arms, where she flung her arms around my shoulders and held me tightly. I walked out of the guest bedroom into Sarah's bedroom – a much bigger and better decorated room. The bed was unmade, but she had slept half of the night in it. Gently, I laid her down on the soft mattress and she rolled onto her side. I slid into bed next to her and moved straight into the spoons position with her, draping my arm over her bump. My dick was ready for another round, but the rest of my body needed time to catch up, so it was allowed to roam freely and eventually found its way between Sarah's thighs.

"I didn't think I'd say this so soon, Robbie, but I'm tired, let's just sleep first."

"I couldn't agree more, I mumbled in agreement."

"I'm going to enjoy waking up in your arms later, Robbie."

"And I'm going to love looking after you and bump, Sarah." I replied, as Sarah fell asleep, closely followed by me.