FOREVER NOW – Chapter 4 – by UltimateSin

FOREVER NOW – Chapter 4 – by UltimateSin

“That gives you at least a few months.”

“You will stay here,” Mum said. It was practically an order. “And you two are in love. Don’t hide it. As you father said, just temper it a little bit while in front of us. But affection you no doubt share is a not a problem.”

“Of course, Mum,” I said.

Mum was a marvel in the kitchen. She could cook Japanese food as well as any chef, but she could also cook something like a roast and it was better than anything any other mother I knew could serve up. The meat was always succulent, the potatoes fluffy inside, golden outside, cooked to perfection, the vegetables always crunchy, tasty and delicious. The reward for Mum’s excellent roast dinner? A great big hug from her son and an enormous kiss on her cheek. Then she’d smack my butt and tell me to scoot.

Dad was in bed early, left feeling tired by the end of the day, Mum remaining up with us for a couple more hours at least before she needed sleep too. Hanako and I followed that example as she had classes on Monday morning, a quick shower together before heading to bed. As soon as we were under the blankets, my sister had me on my back, shaking off the blankets so she could mount me once it took all of three seconds for me to be hard as steel.

“Yes,” she hissed as she slowly lowered herself down.

“Can’t get enough, can you?”

“My mind wanders all day, Mark. You’re quite the distraction. A good one.” She started to slowly ride me, leaning down to my ear. “Definitely going to keep wearing panties so they get all wet for you.”

“Only come inside once they’re off. The thought of you walking around the house without anything on…”

“Might have to buy more dresses and skirts for you. Anything you would like?”

“This might sound weird but…”

“School uniform?” I nodded, feeling a blush form. “White blouse, checkered skirt, knee high white sock and black shoes?” I nodded again. “I’m 22, Mark, and I was still at school when 18, so it’s not a problem, definitely not weird. As I said, I wanted you to take my virginity then just nail me all the time after that. So, yes, I think I can definitely wear that for you.” She smirked. “Pigtails?”

“Ponytail, so I could pull on it while slamming you from behind.”

Her breathing was now growing irregular, slowly turning herself on as she no doubt thought of all the ways she could please me in return. “Fuck me from behind?” she moaned softly.

“God yes, pulling your ponytail, giving that beautiful arse of yours a slap.”

“What about… in my arse?”

I ran my hands around to her cheeks, pulling them gently apart as I just touched her puckered little hole. “You mean there?” I whispered.

Resting a hand on my chest, she was now really driving herself down on my cock. I could feel an orgasm approaching, but I wanted to watch my sister cum, and I knew she was going to cum hard. “I’ve never done that. Never thought about it until you, Mark. As soon as we made love, I thought of all the things we could try together.”

“Need to put a baby in you too.”

She opened her eyes, seeing them shimmer in the light of the lamp nearby. “I want it now… but I can’t stop studying. Not yet.”

“We have all the time in the world, sweetie.”

Her body shuddered more than once, feeling her pussy squeezing my cock, knowing she was close but not wanting to orgasm just yet. Her breathing was now erratic, trying to catch her breath. Her thighs were trying to squeeze my body. She was loving just the light tickling of her arsehole.

We stopped talking for now, my sister leaning forward, adjusting our legs, but it wasn’t really necessary, as the orgasm hit her big time. Our parents would have heard her as I think she forget we were home, thrusting into her for all of thirty seconds more before I filled her pussy yet again. My groan wasn’t particularly quiet either, and once we’d caught our breath and looked at each other, we burst into laughter together. “Oops,” she whispered, resting on my chest.

“They won’t mind. They were young and in love once themselves.”

Caressing her spine, I felt her relax, my cock still resting inside her, before she asked, “So you want to fuck my tight little butt, Mark?”

“Honestly? Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Have you done it before?”

“Well, yeah. There was this one woman I met who only wanted that. She was… different. Rest assured, I’ll be as gentle as I can, and if at any time you don’t enjoy it…”

“Mark, I’m willing to try nearly anything with you. Trust me on that one.”

Well, that was something else for us to think about. Sliding off my lap, we wiped ourselves up as best as we could before snuggling together. Mum couldn’t help smiling at us the next morning as we nibbled at breakfast. I knew why immediately. “Sorry, Mum,” I said, feeling myself blush.

“Hush, you were in your room. It’s fine. Your father actually found it rather amusing.”

“Well, that’s better than the alternative, I guess.”

Hanako noticed the smile as well, put two and two together, and looked very embarrassed next to me, Mum assuring her it was natural and that she shouldn’t be ashamed. Then she said something that made us both laugh. “I’m waiting for your father to get the green light so we can make love again,” she admitted.

I slapped the table, laughing away. “Go get him, Mum!”

“I am fifty, not dead. And, thankfully, nor is he.”

I was now driving my sister to and from university every day as it was something to do, getting me out of the house for at least an hour or so each morning and afternoon. She’d get in the car each afternoon, soon filling me in with what she’d learned during the day, most of it incomprehensible to me, but she loved what she was studying, and her enthusiasm was infectious.

But one afternoon during that next week, she did not get in the car and chew my ear off. She sat next to me silently. Definitely angry. Quite obviously upset. I asked a couple of times what was wrong. She shook her head each time, but wiped her eyes. I almost stopped the car, hating to see my little sister upset. At moments like that, I was her big brother, wanting to see that adorable smile.

It was only when we got home, and she’d disappeared into her room that I finally found out. She’d closed her bedroom door, but I could hear her crying behind it. Opening it, she was trying to study but failing, and as soon as she saw me, she practically fell into my arms. “What’s wrong?”

She told me, word for word what she was called, and my blood absolutely boiled. I told Mum and Dad, and they could see the fury. “Careful, son. It’s not the first time, unfortunately won’t be the last. There are still a lot of narrow-minded fuckwits in this country. You won’t remember the abuse your mother and I copped because I happened to fall in love with a sweet Asian woman.”

“I won’t let this stand, Dad. Not if it causes my little sister to come home in floods of tears, almost fearing returning the next day.”

“What will you do?”

I smiled, and it would not have been pleasant. “Let’s just say that, having lived in a certain part of the world, I made friends in particular places, and leaned how to defend myself if shit hit the fan. I can either handle a couple of weapons, but most of the focus was unhanded. I’ve kept up the practice since I left. Couple of clubs I might be able to join, though I worry about actually hurting people.”

Dad met my eyes and nodded. “You might face arrest, be charged. Sure you want that?”

“I’ll be safe, but look at my sister and tell me it’s not deserved.”

He looked at my sister, sobbing in my arms. I’d rarely seen her this upset, but unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time. There were still some utter pricks in our society. The fact it happened at her university was the surprise. I thought students were meant to be better than that? “Make them apologise, son.”

I drove my sister to university the next day. She was outwardly calm, holding my hand the entire way. Pulling into the student car park, she actually knew the three of them. They were third year students, known for being complete and utter bastards. Unfortunately, nothing could stick against them, so it seemed like they were going to graduate.

Waiting on the path that led towards the entrance of the main building, I stood with my sister near the door until she pointed the three of them out. I smiled to myself as they looked nothing special, standing up in my jeans and black shirt, ensuring it was tight so it showed off the definition I’d managed to keep. Strolling towards them with Hanako by my side, they glanced our way and one of them smirked.

“Which one of you is Matt?” I asked.

“Who the fuck’s asking?” the middle one asked. Probably the ‘alpha’ of the group.

“Are you Matt?” I asked, meeting his eyes. I just kept my eyes on him until I forced him to look away. “Hanako here tells me you’re a racist piece of shit, as are your friends. Is she telling the truth, Matt? Shall I repeat what you called her yesterday?”

He snorted. “She’s a fuckin’ Jap. Who fuckin’ cares…”

He didn’t finish his sentence as the palm of my right hand slammed into his nose. I heard the cracking and breaking of cartilage, barely noticing him stumble onto the ground as I had my elbow up, slamming into the face of the one to my right, who was rearing back to swing, before putting a fist into the one to the left, who had his fist raised, ready to strike in return. A knee in the face followed, before turning and putting my boot into the body of the one I’d elbowed.

Both I knew were no longer a problem, taking Matt by his hair and lifting him up, then grabbing his arm and holding it in a way that I could both dislocate his shoulder and snap his elbow. He roared with pain before I kicked the back of his knee, putting him back on the ground. “Thank you, Saudi Special Forces and the US Army,” I chuckled, “Now, what you are going to do in front of all these people,” glancing around to see a small crowd forming, “Is apologise to Hanako-chan for what you called her and for being a racist piece of shit to no doubt many of the people around us.”

“Fuck you, man. I’m going to press…”

I put further pressure on his arm, causing him to cry out. I figured the pain might end up causing him to pass out. “You won’t be pressing anything. I don’t have time for racists. Heard it too often growing up. The fact you will racially abuse her, though. I think it’s about time someone proved you were nothing but a pathetic little man. So, apologise, or lose full use of your arm for the rest of your life. I have no doubt this is the one you use to stroke your pathetic little dick.”

He took a few deep breaths. “S-s-s-sorry, Hanako.”

“Sorry for what?” I asked, “Word for word, apologise for what you called her and what you said.”

“S-s-sorry for calling you a slanty-eyed Jap whore.” I heard the gasps from around the crowd. Hanako wiped her eyes. I knew hearing it again would hurt. “Sorry for saying you don’t belong in this country, that they should kick all you nips out, following by all the other gooks and wogs.” The small crowd had grown, and could hear every word. Universities were full of good people, willing to learn, generally with liberal, open-minded attitudes. They were going to be persona non grata after this. Once the heads of the university heard, they’d likely be chucked out.

“Anything else? How about apologising to everyone around here for being a racist piece of shit?”

I gripped his hair tighter. “Yes, yes! Sorry for being a racist piece of shit. I should be better than that. We all should be! Can you let go of my arm now?”

Part of me wanted to snap his entire arm into small little pieces, but I’d done what I needed to do. “Do you accept his apology, Hanako-chan?” I asked in Japanese, feeling plenty of eyes stare at me at using the language.

She gazed at me in a slight daze. “I accept the apology, Marko-san,” she replied in the same language.

I leaned down to Matt’s ear. “Rest assured, if I hear of you or anyone else around here abusing Hanako again, I will come back and finish the job. I just finished five years in Saudi on the edge of a fucking warzone. You do not want to fuck with me.” He didn’t need to know I’d worked in the oil industry, let him think I was a fucking nutter from the army or something.

Letting him go, he fell onto his side, walking towards Hanako, taking her in my arms. I felt her arms wrap around me tightly as I glanced around. “Okay, folks. Show’s over. And can someone ensure these three arseholes are dealt with please?”

I escorted Hanako all the way to her lecture hall. Word must have passed quickly as more than a few people stopped and stared as I walked by with her on my arm. Stopping at the door leading inside, she kissed my cheek. “I love you even more now,” she whispered.

“Did I do the right thing?” I wondered.

“Yes. Fuckwits like that deserve it. Thankfully, they are the exception, not the norm. Whatever the case, he would have learned his lesson. Hopefully.”

“I’ll be back to pick you up this afternoon.”

I’d only taken six steps out of the building before being stopped by the police. Thankfully, there was a large group of students still outside, and they practically closed ranks around me once I appeared. I thanked them but assured all of them that the police would treat the incident objectively and me fairly. Asking me to join them in one of their patrol cars, I answered a number of questions and was honest with them about the incident that led to the fracas outside.

Surprisingly, I was let out after answering their questions. The two coppers seemed to be grinning slightly. “From what we’ve already learned, they won’t be willing to press charges. There’s a good chance those young men have not only learned their lesson, but might find their previous attitudes will cost them dearly.”

“I would give my honest opinion, but I’m currently in uniform,” the other copper stated.

“I did the right thing?” I received shrugs but their faces suggested what they really thought.

“Where’d you learn that? From what we were told, you were lightning quick.”

“Saudi Arabia. Worked in the oil industry. Some of us decided to undergo a little training in the event shit hit the fan. A little training turned into all sorts of other things.”

They both nodded, understanding what I meant. “Okay, so this will obviously go in the file, and there is a chance they might change their mind.”

“If they do, so be it.”

They shook my hand, thanked me for my co-operation, and I wandered back to my car. I was stopped more than once by a student or two who actually thanked me for taking care of them. Apparently Hanako wasn’t the first to be abused, but apparently they’d intimidated anyone who wanted to report them.

It was only getting behind the wheel that I noticed my hands were shaking, the comedown after the boost of adrenaline. I noticed my knuckles and palm covered in a bit of blood, so headed back to the building to wash my hands. Only after that did I finally drive home.

I told Dad what happened. To say the old man approved would be an understatement. He demanded we sit there and I drink beer while I went through it, second by second. “So my son can fight?” he wondered.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever raised a fist in anger as an adult, Dad. I was always far too old to go intimidating anyone who bothered Hanako at school.”

“Ah, you’ve forgotten then. I remember when you were seventeen, and she was being teased at school. You went around to one of the parents houses and practically threatened to beat them all up if they didn’t stop. Receiving a call from them in return had me roaring with laughter, and your mother ever so proud of you standing up for your sister.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“You were fairly het up, Mark. Never seen you so angry. You see Hanako cry, oof, I pity the poor bastard responsible. You’ve always looked out for her, protected her. I see nothing has changed there.”

“It was the racism, Dad. That’s what really pissed me off. It’s the twenty-first century. Surely we should be beyond that shit now? I’m no bleeding heart lib, but at the end of the day, we’re all human.”

He sighed. “I know exactly what you mean. Noriko… it was worse when she arrived here with her parents, and as I said, when we married. Trust me, son, things are a hell of a lot better now than they were then.”

Picking Hanako up later that afternoon, there was practically a small crowd around her as she walked towards the car. She looked a little embarrassed as she stopped next to me. “University newspaper. They want to know who you are,” she whispered.

“Mystery stranger?”

“Most don’t actually know who you are.”

“Hmmm. Best I be honest. Could bite our arse otherwise.”

I introduced myself as her brother, explained why I involved myself, how I managed to take the three of them down myself, the name of the position I had Matt in where I could have snapped his arm into two pieces and ruined his shoulder, and what I had been doing for the past few years. I won’t say there was a collective swoon from the women, and even a few of the men, but the fact I said I was her brother certainly inflamed interest.

Getting behind the wheel, my sister was thankfully laughing away by the time we were on the main road home. “They’re going to bother me for your phone number intensely going forward. Millions of questions about my brother.”

“Just say I’m in a relationship with a beautiful young woman.”

She sighed, taking my hand. “This is one of those ‘it sucks we can’t tell anyone’ moments.”

“I’d have loved to tell them just then but we can’t take that chance.”

Mum heard all about it from my Dad, so by the time we got home, Mum told us to get changed as she was treating me to dinner, while Hanako needed cheering up as well. Dad was capable of going out, at least, though I did help him to and from the car, then to and from the restaurant. He was still a little weak but he was still getting better with every week.

Returning home, Mum gave me a very long hug before she went to bed, gazing at me with unabashed pride. She might not approve of violence, but she simply said I’d protected my sister and that’s the only thing that mattered. Dad just shook my hand and said he was proud, no matter what.

My sister was waiting for me in our bedroom, sitting in blue lingerie, stockings and heels. Her face lit up once I closed the door, pushing me back against it before she dropped to her knees. She was eager to get my cock out, my trousers and underwear quickly falling to the floor as her tongue licked up and down my shaft.

“Now you are my prince,” she said, smiling up at me, “My knight in shining armour.”

“I didn’t scare you, did I?” I asked softly.

“No. You heard what they said to me, Mark. I think you were remarkably restrained. I know what you’re like when it comes to me.”

“You’re my little sister, now my lover and girlfriend, and you will soon wear a wedding ring.”

“I can’t wait. Now, you just stand there while I suck this big, fat dick. And every drop of your cum is going down my throat.”

“Where has that little girl gone that I so fondly remember?”

“She’s now a young woman and deeply in love with her brother.”

Ever so slowly, she took more and more of my length in her mouth, her brown eyes always looking up into mine, looking delighted to be pleasing me in such a way. Caressing her face, running my fingers through her jet black hair, her head moved slowly as she was definitely teasing me, drawing out the blowjob, no doubt trying to edge me for as long as possible.

I had to put my head back against the door and groan. One hand gentle caressed and fondled my balls, the other squeezing one of my butt cheeks. I did wonder if she’d even slide a cheeky finger up my butt. Had it happen more than once with a previous lover. Wasn’t too bad. But the hand remained where it was, just gently squeezing, her head moving quicker as she stopped teasing and urged me on.

—————————————————————————–

I tried not to my hips too much, though eventually straightened as I felt my orgasm approaching. She could sense it, no doubt my desire to cum appearing in my eyes. That made her even more determined, feeling her nose bump into my body, and that made her stop. “I did it!” she exclaimed, before immediately resuming her blowjob.

Groaning softly, trying to keep the noise down, that was her only warning before I erupted in her mouth. I heard her gulping each spurt down immediately, refusing to stop sucking my cock until I simply had nothing left to give, her tongue licking me up and down before sitting back on her knees, smiling up at me.

Helping her up, I hugged her, stroking the back of her head. “Well, that was something else, Hana,” I murmured.

She took my hand and led me to the bed, surprised when she positioned herself on her knees, lowering her head to rest on a pillow. Getting up and behind her, she had an absolutely perfect butt, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze, and the hair between her legs was still maintained, but the hair she kept was getting longer. It was something I had seen elsewhere. Fondling her pussy, she was absolutely dripping wet, sliding a couple of fingers inside her, hearing her moan softly.

“Just fuck me,” she whimpered.

While I would have happily eaten her out for hours, she told me what she wanted, so my little sister was going to get it. Sliding my cock inside her, gently as always, she surprised me when holding her hands back, folding her arms so they rested on her back, easily holding them with one hand as I slowly thrust into her. She felt even tighter from this angle.

“Fuck, your pussy is just fantastic, Hana,” I whispered.

“Cock feels enormous, Mark!” she whispered back, “But go faster, Mark. Faster. I want it…”

I moved my hips faster, looking down to see my cock disappear inside her tight pussy. She was so tight, she had what some men called ‘lips that grip’. When I really started to pound her, we both made plenty of noise, moans, groans, whimpers of desire from my sister, letting go of her hands so she could fondle herself to orgasm.

Leaning forward, resting on my forearms to either side of her body, I kissed her cheek and started to really drive into her. Her eyes lit up as she glanced back at me. “Now this is how you fuck your little sister’s tight pussy,” she cried.

My one and only desire in that moment was to fuck her hard then fill her up, hopefully after she’d enjoyed an orgasm of her own. I kissed her cheek again before growling into her ear, hearing her giggle as she knew how turned on I was with that simple noise. I could feel her pussy starting to squeeze me, her shoulder movements vigorous. “Cum for me, little sister,” I ordered. Her eyes again lit up at my tone, watching her mouth open as she didn’t move her eyes from mine. “Cum, little sister. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock like a vice. Then I’ll fill you up nicely.”

“Oh my god,” she said quickly a few seconds later, “Keep going, keep going,” she cried though I could feel the orgasm tear through her body. She gripped me so tightly, I did worry about hurting her, but I kept going, just like she wanted. She was still fondling herself, I was still pounding her, quite hard by now, that her second one pretty much followed her first. That’s what did me in, growling as I felt a surge of cum fire from my cock and fill her up. It felt so large, I’m surprised it didn’t just drain out of her face considering the angle she was at.

Kissing her cheek, I sat back and lifted her to sit back against me, now easily able to kiss her properly as I ran my fingers down to her clit. I made her orgasm a third time before she had to cry enough, though she happily sat on my lap, cock still inside her, until we needed to clean up, pee, then go to bed.

Snuggling into me, her hand caressing my chest as always, my arm wrapped around her, trailing up and down her side, her smooth skin still a marvel, I think we both sighed with contentment. The sex was wonderful, but just lying with her like that made me happy. After ten years of sleeping by myself nearly the entire time, it was simply nice to have company, but the fact it was her made it even better.

“Mark, when you were little, were you teased because Mum was… foreign?”

“Yeah, I was.”

She sighed. “Things never change, it seems.”

“One minor difference, I think. Little kids are little kids. They don’t know any better yet, not when they’re that young, so that’s the best time to teach them. But kids don’t come out of the womb hating other people if you’re black, Asian, Jewish, whatever. That shit is learned at home, in society, from what they read or watch, or they want to be ‘cool’ with their friends. Yeah, I copped shit because my mother was Asian, but all it took was one or two smacked lips for kids to know better.”

“I guess being raised in this household helped you.”

“Probably. But I liked telling people that Mum was from elsewhere, talking about where she was from, the different traditions and culture. When I’d whip out the fluent Japanese, my teachers were always impressed. Know that photo I took with me?” She nodded. “Told everyone about my little sister. Everyone thought you were adorable.”

“Were you lonely?” she asked softly.

“At the mine? Nah, not really. Surrounded by blokes nearly the entire time. Made some good friends, kept in touch with a few. In Saudi? Absolutely. I was one of maybe three, four single men there. Couldn’t really leave the compound without bodyguards. Dating is just a no-no unless you meet a single woman who is a foreigner, which is as rare as Hayley’s comet passing by. That’s why I was always desperate to get to Europe. Wasn’t a long flight, took a week every so often, chilled out, drank way too much, ate as much as I could, and found some company. Honestly, I’m glad I came home, Hana. Being here with you right this second? This is priceless.”

I rolled onto my side, Hanako turning so I could cuddle her back against me. “I always wanted this, just to feel your arms hold me as I slept. But then I find myself remembering when you’d read to me in bed when I was a kid, before I’d go to sleep, you’d kiss my forehead and turn out my life, always whispering ‘I love you’ before closing the door, and then I’d feel a little weird for a few seconds, but you were just being the big brother I always loved.”

“I came home to be greeted by a beautiful woman, Hanako-chan. You’re still my little sister, but now you’re the woman I’m hopelessly in love with. I just wonder what would have happened had I stayed.”

“You’d have been fucking me for a lot longer,” she said, giggling away, “Mum always knew how I felt, even when I had boyfriends. Think I mentioned you at least once a day.” I gave her a squeeze. “I missed you so much.”

“Never leaving again,” I whispered into her ear, “Forever, Hanako. Now and forever.”

*****

Epilogue

Early spring slowly bloomed into the warmth one expects and, soon enough, summer arrives and the holiday season. Hanako and I were now inseparable. I put off returning to work until the new year, as I had plenty of time owing, and was even tempted not to bother. I could easily survive off my investments and dividends, and simply focus on something I’d enjoy doing for a living.

My face and car was now well known at her university, and I’m fairly sure plenty of women were friendly with Hanako in the hopes of getting to know me. Apparently telling them I wasn’t available didn’t deter some of them. I’d always greet her with a hug and kiss on the cheek. It was the most I could do as her brother in front of anyone else, always stopping five minutes away so we could at least kiss properly. Most of the time, she’d slide off her panties, which were already wet, giving them to me for my own enjoyment.

As for the three dickheads I dealt with, Matt was thrown out due to being a racist… well, dickhead. That wasn’t the official judgement, but he was told his presence was no longer welcomed. The other two remained but were on thin ice. The slightest indiscretion would see them thrown out as well. Never heard from the police again, so that put my own mind at ease.

Dad was soon fit and healthy, looking forward to moving away from the city to live the rest of his life in relative peace and comfort. Mum was on the verge of finishing for the year, and had found a job up the coast at a small school, teaching languages while also filling in other departments, including maths. Like mother, like daughter when it came to things like that. They travelled north for around a month before finding a place they liked, purchasing it immediately and already with big plans in mind. Dad was in the process of selling his business, looking a high six-figure to low seven-figure sum. In the meantime, the possession of the house was being transferred into the names of my sister and I.

The warmer weather meant more time by the pool outside or at the beach. And that meant my sister in a bikini. There isn’t a finer sight that my little sister, fantastic set of tits, pert little butt, flat stomach, longer legs than you’d think, lying back on a sun-lounge, enjoying the sun as her older brother just ogled her until he needed to take a dip. If we wanted a day at the beach, I’d generally drive us a couple of ours out of the city, looking for somewhere a little private. If we found the right beach, we would certainly partake in a little hanky-panky. Having my sister naked on top of me, riding my cock, for all the world to see was certainly quite the thrill. She loved it too, stating on the way home that she enjoyed a rather powerful orgasm each time we did it.

Aware it was going to be my first Christmas at home in a decade, and the first one with Hanako since declaring our love for each other, I knew there was only one thing I could do. We could never officially marry. I just couldn’t think of a way unless we did something incredibly convoluted, that might just blow up in our faces anyway. We’d discussed it more than once and agreed, albeit with heavy hearts, that it would never have the certificate stating we were legally married.

So I went ring shopping. I’d figured out what she would like as I hadn’t been subtle in asking her. She knew it was coming but perhaps wondered when. Birthday? Valentine’s? Christmas? New Year? My birthday? I did take some enjoyment in keeping her guessing. I took my time buying the perfect ring, finding it only a few days before Christmas. I’d bought her other small presents. I’d bought Dad a ride-on mower for their new house, as the backyard was enormous, while Mum was getting a gorgeous new kimono I’d found online, direct from Japan. It would come with a few other things that would remind her of her homeland.

Christmas Day broke with Hanako and I making love. No doubt our parents knew, so they left us alone until we were ready to join them. I’d never tire of watching my little sister bouncing up and down on my cock, holding both my hands for balance, moaning and whimpering her way through one orgasm after another. The utter joy on her face, the lust in her eyes, the way her body moved… The day I’d stop enjoying that would be the one I dropped dead.

After a quick breakfast, it was time for breakfast. Dad already had his present from me as he’d already mowed the lawn. Mum adored her new kimono and the little surprises I’d put in the box with it, just little things she could put around their new house. Hanako had opened up all her presents from me but I could see a slight look of disappointment on her face. I knew why…

Until I sat on a knee in front of her and took the box from my pocket. I heard Mum choke back a sob behind me as I opened it, showing my sister the ring I’d bought. “I figured doing this in front of our parents would mean something to both of us,” I whispered, “I know how much it hurts that it will never be more than this, but this ring is a symbol of my love for you, Hanako-chan. In our hearts and minds, we’re already wed.”

I took the ring and slid it easily on her finger, before showing that I’d hidden a ring, so she could put one on mine. Kissing her softly, she couldn’t stop the tears that felt down her cheeks, only breaking apart when I heard a cork bottle pop, turning to see my father approaching with champagne flutes and a large bottle. “You knew?” I asked him.

“Please, Mark, we knew the exact day you walked in with that ring because of the bloody smile on your face.”

“We figured it would be a day like this,” Mum added, “Because you can only do it in front of us.” Our parents hugged us both, wishing us a lifetime of happiness, before Mum added, “And I assume there will be children?”

My sister and I shared a glance. “Definitely, Mum,” she replied.

Mum and Dad moved up north in the January the next year, taking most of the furniture with them, so we could purchase our own and help the house feel a little more like our own rather than our parents. Within a few months, we’d painted and decorated, moved into the larger bedroom, buying a new mattress and furniture for our new room, fixed the bathroom and kitchen, and probably added a lot of value to the house.

Once Hanako obtained her doctorate, we were immediately trying to put a bun in her oven. We might not have been married, but luck was on our side. She must have fallen pregnant with a few weeks of going off the pill, though we were at it like rabbits. If we had a spare five minutes, we were fucking. Every night we made love for what felt like hours. Weekends sometimes saw us rarely leaving the bedroom. Once confirmed she was, Mum was almost a near constant visitor, fussing over her daughter, Dad dragged along to provide me a brief escape.

The pregnancy went as smoothly as we could have hoped for. When the time came, we agreed to know the sex of the child, and even if I had to wipe my eyes when learning we’d be having a little girl. Otherwise, Hanako practically glowed the entire time, and her libido went through the roof at times. I’d come in from work, having found a job that interested me, but wasn’t too demanding on my time, to be almost leapt upon by a tiny but very horny and pregnant woman, demanding I fuck her.

Let’s just say every single room in the house was christened more than once after our parents had moved out.

Our little girl was christened Sakiya, which means ‘cherry blossom growing’ in Japanese. Honestly, we’d spent weeks looking into the right name for our child, but as soon as Hanako held our daughter in her arms, she just knew the right name. Mum and Dad were outside, positively bursting to see their grand-daughter. As soon as Mum held her for the first time, that was it. Our daughter had four people who would move heaven and earth for her.

Sakiya was not our first child. We ended up having four children within five years, and that’s when it was decided that I would remain at home to be with my family while Hanako would return to work, as she’d spent years earning her doctorate. We had two other daughters after Sakiya, Yumi which simply means ‘beauty’, and Erity, meaning ‘one who’s special’. We both wanted a son, so tried one last time and I’ll admit we did cross our fingers during the ultrasound that would give us the sex.

Hanako gave birth to our only little boy that we named Ken, which can be both an English and Japanese name, but in the latter, means ‘healthy and strong’. He would grow up to live up to his name.

I thoroughly enjoyed playing the role of house-husband once Hanako returned to work. Once the kids were all old enough for school, I’d spend the day looking after the house, while also playing the stocks, as my investments were paying off, and the wage Hanako was making as a professor of history at university was simply spending money for us in the end. Our lives were incredibly comfortable.

No-one has ever discovered the truth of our relationship. Any neighbours I might have known disappeared by the time I returned, so I was just the man who had moved in with Hanako and her parents, we now owned the house and started our own family. We were Mark and Hanako Taylor whenever we went out, no-one thought we were anything but a married couple with four children. I think her friends might have suspected something going on between us, particularly once the children started to arrive and she was still ‘single’, but I think even if we’d been honest, they’d have been happy for us.

As for Hanako and I, our relationship just got better and better. Mum and Dad would come down often to watch the kids so we had a break. That’s when I’d treat my sister-wife to a couple of nights in a hotel, and I did finally get her across to Europe once the kids were old enough not to run our parents ragged, treating her to a whirlwind trip across a month of all my favourite cities, and the places she was desperate to go. We took the kids to Japan once they were old enough to know about where their grandmother had come from, and Hanako still found it amusing that I surprised people with my near perfect and fluent Japanese.

Clapping my hands, I switched off the television. “Okay, kids, time for bed.” There was a lot of moaning before I just stood in front of them, hands on hips, eyebrow raised. They were good kids, falling silent, all of them wanting a cuddle from their father, wandering into our bedroom where Hanako was happily lying back, reading a book. I heard them all wish her goodnight before they headed to their own rooms. With four kids, we’d spent quite a bit of cash building an extension so there were now five bedrooms. Hearing all their doors close, I wandered back to our own room. Closing the door, Hanako threw back the sheets to reveal her still perfect nude body. Breasts were a little larger after four pregnancies, and there were minor marks, which I found appealing, womanly, but she kept that patch of hair above her pussy that I just adored, the rest of her groin area shaved.

I threw off my clothes and almost jumped on her, a soft kiss on her lips before sliding my cock inside her, loving the smile that appeared on her face. “I do believe I’m inside the pussy of my little sister,” I whispered.

“At least you’re shooting blanks now, big brother.” Obviously, I’d had the old snip-snip after child number four. “So you can cum in me as much as you want.”

She shuffled beneath me to get comfortable, her fingers moving through my still thick but greying hair. As for my sister, you’d think she’d barely aged a day from that young woman I’d seen at the airport. She gasped as I gently picked up the pace of my thrusts. “Someone’s eager,” she said, giggling away.

“We need another weekend away.”

“We’ll send them to our parents once the holidays hit, then we’ll just spend a week fucking each other’s brains out.”

My sister ended up riding me as always. I still wanted to see that sight at least once a day, and despite everything, the only time we didn’t have sex was after she’d given birth. Once she was capable of having sex again, we were at it like rabbits whenever possible. That night, she rode me nice and slow, letting the orgasm slowly but surely build to a crescendo. My hands were everywhere, grabbing her arse, caressing her breasts, face or running my fingers through her jet-black hair. Still natural, no colouring just yet.

“Mark,” she moaned, mesmerised by the sight of my cock disappearing inside her.

“Close?” She made an affirmative noise. “Going to cum because of your brother’s big cock?”

She smiled, eyes still closed. “Well, he definitely still loves his little sister’s incredibly tight pussy.”

“He certainly fucking does, Hanako-chan.”

As soon as her orgasm hit, she leaned forward and begged me to fuck her hard. I lasted two minutes, max, kissing her deeply as my own orgasm hit, groaning as I unloaded inside my sister for the umpteenth time. Then we relaxed, my sister relaxing on my chest as she was clearly tired. Cuddling her with one arm, stroking her back with the other, she lifted her head to kiss me.

—————————————————————————–

“How long?” she asked.

“Now,” I whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. “And forever.”

I kept my promise. I never left her again.

*****

Parent Post: FOREVER NOW – Chapter 1 – by UltimateSin

• FOREVER NOW - Chapter 2 - by UltimateSin
• FOREVER NOW - Chapter 3 - by UltimateSin
• FOREVER NOW - Chapter 4 - by UltimateSin