Note: All participants in sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years old.
Further note: All characters in this story are fictional. Any similarity between the name of any characters in this story and the name of any real-life person is entirely coincidental. Characters are sometimes given both a first and last name to make them feel more realistic. No similarity to any real person is implied.
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We were alone.
It happened suddenly. Before I realized it was about to happen, I found myself alone in the house with Sage. I was certainly not expecting this. But in an instant, Sarah had shouted that she was taking Willow to get ice cream. I'd yelled OK, or sure, or something, and as soon as I did, the front door was closing. They were gone. I was left sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor, afternoon sun streaming through the window in the now surprisingly quiet house, looking across the game board at the only person left. From her position across the abandoned game, lying on her stomach, propping her face in her hands, Sage looked directly into my eyes and gave me a funny little smile.
This couldn't possibly mean what I was hoping it meant. Not a remote possibility. Don't think that way, I told myself. Don't do something stupid. Control yourself. She isn't thinking what you're thinking, not a chance.
"So Chris..." Sage bit her lip thoughtfully, adorably... "Wanna play something different?"
What to say? I felt my voice trembling before I could even speak.
"Er, um, I...uh..."
Sage laughed, her pale face brightening, white square teeth showing, high pitched giggles escaping her mouth, then dropped her head down onto one hand, auburn hair flopping over the game board, and one small, white, freckled hand thrown across it, extended straight at me. I just focused on it, Sage's hand, pale and small, smattering of red and brown freckles, very short cut nails painted a light blue, her thin wrist and forearm extended over the game. She looked up at me through her mess of hair.
"Oh god Chris. You're so cute."
This had all happened so fast. Was it even happening? Was this allowed to happen? I felt suddenly as if I were in a dream.
Only this morning, Sarah had asked me if I could babysit Willow for the weekend. I need someone, she explained. Sarah would be visiting her sister, her regular sitter bailed, Sage would be staying with a friend, and I'm so sorry for the late notice, and pretty, pretty please? I was in a helpful mood, and I couldn't resist.
"Sure, Sarah. No problem."
I'd arrived early enough to spend some time with Willow before Sarah left. After all, it couldn't be easy on a four year old being away from her mother the whole weekend. A little transition time might be helpful. I'd been playing with Willow and her dolls on the living room floor when Sage walked in and sat down on the couch.
"Oh hi Chris!"
I'd met her before, of course. I'd met her once or twice at least, maybe a few others, when talking to Sarah or dropping off something at her house. She knew my name, so I'm guessing we'd been introduced, though I hadn't really thought about her much. But now, for some reason, as I looked over at Sage to return her hello, something was different. Something was off. For the first time since I'd known this family, my gaze was drawn to Sage, and I noticed something about this particular teenage girl.
Sage was beautiful. Not just aren't-you-pretty beautiful, but sexy beautiful. Alluring beautiful. Desirable beautiful. She was quite possibly the most stunning girl I'd ever seen in my life. She had this little half-smile, this look, and oh my god where was this coming from?
How had I never noticed? Maybe it had to do with the fact that she was the teenage daughter of a close friend, a high school student, someone from a younger generation. She was eighteen, thank God for that. Sarah had mentioned an eighteenth birthday party a month or two earlier. I'd have felt really awful and creepy if I'd made this realization before that milestone had passed. But my god she was gorgeous. I couldn't deny it. I just sat, sort of stunned, probably appearing idiotic, before I could even answer.
Eighteen, thin and pale. Long legs, long arms, sort of gangly and charmingly sweet. Straight hair down to the middle of her back, brownish red, or maybe reddish brown. An explosion of freckles, everywhere her bare skin showed. A cute, unbearably adorable face with high angled
cheekbones and a little dimpled chin. My god. I told myself not to act weird while she was here. When, exactly, was she leaving to stay with her friend?
Sage had come from a much earlier relationship than Willow had, apparently a short-lived coupling when Sarah had been very young. I bet she had seen a lot. Sarah went through relationships fast.
I must have answered her, must have made it through my greeting without acting too weird, but my head was spinning. Suddenly, she filled every thought.
Later, talking to Sarah about arrangements for Willow, I felt almost lightheaded, a bit short of breath as Sage walked up to our conversation and stood right next to me, almost touching me, waiting to talk to her mom. Just her presence, so close by, made my heart beat faster. I'd better be careful.
After some time I found myself in the little backyard, spinning Willow around by her arms while she giggled in delight, when the back door opened. I stopped the spin, pulling Willow in close, letting her collapse into a laughing hug. Suddenly, I noticed Sage. From the corner of my eye I could see her, standing on the patio, watching us, smiling slightly. As Willow ran off toward the tiny swing, I glanced toward the house where Sage stood, eyes fixed on me. She was smiling warmly at me, still staring with a friendly, sort of approving look. She noticed me looking back at her and smiled wider, brushing her hair back from her face. I returned Sage's friendly look just as Willow plowed into me from behind, grabbing my legs and dragging me toward the swing. Sage laughed out loud and I laughed along, letting myself be pulled along by her little sister.
By late afternoon, when Sarah was almost packed to go, Willow wanted to play a game. We looked through the closet at the board game selection, and settled on Trouble. It was an old game set, beat up and well used, probably dating to the 80s or 90s. We set up our little plastic game pieces, had fun popping the round bubble popper in the center of the board that rolled the die inside, and were ready to play.
"Can I play too?" Somehow, asking this question made Sage seem so much younger, and made my sudden attraction to her seem so much more awkward.
"Yeah...Yeah, sure! Of course!" I suddenly fet dizzy.
"Come on Sage, you can be yellow!"
We popped the popper and moved our pieces, groaning loudly when someone sent someone else home. Sage was a good big sister. She high-fived Willow, hugged her, and made faces at her. I had the impression, from conversations with Sarah, that a good part of the burden of taking care of Willow often fell on Sage. She glanced at me with a little smile as she congratulated Willow for adding up the total number of spaces she had left correctly. I sighed, my newfound desire only growing. I wondered what it had been like for Sage to welcome a new half-sister at about age fourteen, when it had only been Sage and her mom for her whole life.
She was barefoot. Sage, cross-legged, let her pale, small, beautiful feet rest on her jeans at her knees, and I tried not to stare at them even as my dick grew into an erection I hoped didn't show. Sage's jeans were baggy, and frayed at the end, at her sweet little ankles. A peace sign was embroidered in thin amber thread on her left thigh. It was cute how she had inherited little bits of Sarah's neo-hippie sensibility and rejected other bits. Her black short-sleeved t-shirt bore the faded remains of "NIN" outlined in a rectangle across the chest. Sage stretched, arms high, just barely showing her flat stomach, and I marvelled at her sexy body. Oh fuck, when was she going to leave? This was so awkward.
As I took my turn, Sage stretched again, cat-like, then shifted positions so that she was lying on her belly, facing the board. I swallowed then sighed, transfixed by the teenager in front of me, trying for everything I was worth not to let her notice, not to let her sister or her mom notice, but just hide my burning attraction.
"Willow, come here. I want to ask you something!"
For just an instant, we waited for her, then the front door opened and Sarah called out to us.
"I'm taking Willow to get ice cream before I go. Be back soon!"
Just like that, we were alone. Sage and me, me and Sage, the two of us, together all by ourselves, and the possibilities only seemed more dangerous after Sage's smile, her suggestive question about another game, her almost sultry flop over the game board.
"Oh god Chris, you're so cute!"
Sage looked up, held her head back up, looked me straight in the eyes, and continued.
"It's just us two now. We can make up our own rules."
Another saucy little smile. Sage's lips were amazing. They were sort of funny shaped, actually, but they held me spellbound. Sort of thin at the corners of her mouth, they widened just in the middle. Pouty bottom lip, curved, dimpled top lip, just in the middle. Sage licked her top lip, just a bit.
I looked directly into Sage's eyes, wide and pretty, soft brown with little flecks of green. My god she was beautiful. She could hold me forever with those eyes.
"What rules do you have in mind, Sage?"
She smirked, just a bit. Sage's face was pale, and seemed almost translucent, except for the little freckles everywhere, skin seemingly stretched tight over her cheekbones, nose cute and little and somehow just a bit wide. Her high, pale forehead showed just a couple signs of acne. Sage's mouth opened, thoughtful. She was so expressive. Her wonderful face seemed to give away every thought, every emotion.
"So Chris. So what if, like, we start a new game, but different. What if we pop the popper, and let's say, if it rolls a one..."
Sage looked thoughtful.
"So if we roll a one, then, well, like..."
"Yes, Sage?" She was so adorable.
"Like, if we roll a one, Chris, we have to kiss! Like for real!"
Oh god. So we were doing this. All the ways Sage had been acting, seemingly flirting, it wasn't just my aroused imagination. Could she really have feelings for me, like I was discovering for her? Was it even possible?
"I see, Sage."
Big pleading eyes. The soles of Sage's bare feet, in the air behind her, swayed back and forth. Wasn't I supposed to say no here? Was this the point where I put a stop to it? Damn, I sure didn't want to. Sage looked so very good and I just heard myself saying it.
"Sounds fun, Sage. Let's do it."
"Really?!?!?"
She seemed surprised I said yes. Maybe I should have declined. Maybe she was expecting me to. Was she just playing, seeing what reaction she could get from me? Sage bit her lips together, then smiled again.
"Really, Sage. But only if you really want it."
"Oh I -really- want it." Sage gave me a teasing look.
"So how do we do this? Who pops first?"
"First of all...Chris...get down here with me. Like go ahead and get on the floor. Seriously."
I lay down across from Sage, on my stomach, facing her over the game board. Our faces were frighteningly close.
"So Chris. Let's pop together."
