Picking up the tempo, she released her legs, spreading them wide, urging me on to go faster and harder. So I did as she asked, still holding back slightly, but pumping into her like I was, the orgasm was arriving, and it was going to be big.
“My brother fucks me so good,” she moaned.
“Helps my sister is a fucking little hottie,” I retorted.
“Is he going to cum in me? Is he going to fill my pussy until it’s overflowing?”
I kissed her hard, resting my forehead against hers. “Better get ready for it,” I groaned.
“Fill me, Mark. Soon enough, you’ll put a baby in me.”
That thought made me smile before I needed to cum, burying my cock as I felt my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. As soon as it was over, I needed to relax, limbs of my sister wrapped around me as I rested my head next to hers. “Fuck me gently, Hana,” I murmured, chuckling away, “I went without sex for far too long.”
“I wish you were here for my 18th,” she whispered, “The best present would have been you taking my virginity.”
I leaned back and met her eyes. “I’m sorry, Hana.”
She kissed me softly on the lips. “Never apologise for leaving. You had your own life, and I was still a young girl. But I still wish, even all this time later…”
I pulled out and cuddled her into me. “Mind if I ask who?”
“Oh, he was a good friend. A decent enough substitute. At least I liked him and he didn’t just do it once then dump me. But he wasn’t my boyfriend. We lost it together because he worried about losing his like me. He was very sweet, but he wasn’t who I wanted or needed in the end.” She then paused. “How about you?”
“Remember the large group of friends I had? Mix of sexes?”
“I do.”
“I… might have had sex with some of the women by the time I left. Three of them, to be exact. Sophie was my first, then I had fun with Lizzie and Natalie.”
For some reason, that made her giggle. “So you were a bit of stud?”
Relaxing on my back, she cuddled into my side, her fingers caressing my chest. “No, not that. We were just good friends, and I’ve learned that good friends can enjoy sex as much as people who are deeply in love.”
“I remember a few of them when they used to visit. A couple of them were nice and pretty enough.”
“I’m just glad it wasn’t as awkward as I thought. It was actually pretty good. Didn’t finish in five seconds, so that’s always a bonus.” That made her laugh out loud. “Obviously, you want to make the person you’re with cum, but I didn’t have a clue then. Takes time to figure all this out.”
“Before me, have you ever been in love?”
“No. Lust and infatuation? Yeah, sure. But a deep feeling of love? No.”
“Never?”
“Never met the right girl until I stepped through that arrivals gate and saw you.”
After a large dinner and then some good sex, I was knackered, while she was almost falling asleep as it was, so I flicked off the lights, pulled up the blankets, and fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up to a morning blowjob, something I’d learned my sister loved to do for me, though I enjoyed a pre-breakfast of her pussy in return. After an almost mutual orgasm, I ordered us up some room service before deciding what to do for the day.
We did spend the day away from the hotel, wandering the streets aimlessly, before catching the Manly ferry, enjoying a lunch of fish and chips on the beach, enjoying a drink or two in one of the many pubs and bars near the waterfront, before heading back across the harbour as the sun was starting to set. It was absolutely beautiful, the sky a wondrous mix of orange, red, blue, and purple, my sister resting against the side as I held her from behind.
Dinner was in a simple sushi place, nothing fancy, one of those chain places where there is the conveyer belt and you just pick and pay for what you want. But it was amusing that we conversed in the lingo as usual, amused at the glances that the westerner is conversing to what looks like his girlfriend in a language other than English. As I’ve said, there are quite a few bilingual locals but even I remember that Asian languages were not taken on often by students in high school, most still offering and almost forcing languages such as French and Spanish, which didn’t really make sense considering Australia’s changing perspective towards Asia.
Walking into the lobby hand in hand, the two receptionists grinned while greeting us, turning us towards the bar. Finding a comfortable couch, we enjoyed a couple of drinks, sipping at them slowly, simply cuddling up together. To my amusement, she was almost falling asleep after her second drink. It had been a long day, and a late night, so little wonder she was feeling it. Picking her up in my arms, she snuggled against me, amazed at either how strong I was, how light she was, or somewhere in between.
I managed to undress her before doing the same myself, ensuring she was covered up before joining her. “Sex?” she whispered.
“Get some sleep, gorgeous. It’s been a long day.”
“Tomorrow morning before we check out then. Fuck me by the window while we take in the view.”
So that’s exactly what we did, and anyone who could see us would have had quite the view. Hands at her hips, my sister was well and truly fucked, my skin slapping against her arse, her legs quivering and almost losing balance from time to time, leaving plenty of handprints on the glass. It made me chuckle, as whoever cleaned the room would figure out exactly what we’d been doing.
Then I pulled out and came all over those delight butt cheeks of hers, which thankfully made her laugh out loud, before she then dragged me to the shower to clean her off.
“Checking out?” the receptionist asked. I handed over the keycard with a smile. “Was your stay satisfactory?”
“It was excellent,” I replied.
“We had a wonderful time,” my sister replied.
“And I have another couple of more weekends booked over the new few next months, so we’ll be back again soon.”
She went through the bookings and nodded. “Would you like the same room? Or one with a different view?”
I looked at my sister. “I loved the view. It was beautiful,” she replied.
“Same room then. We look forward to seeing you again soon, Mr and Mrs Taylor.”
Taking my sister’s hand, we made our way down to the parking garage, where I packed away our bags, got in, and I drove us all the way home. Walking inside, Mum and Dad were on the lounge, looking up as I closed the door, carrying our bags through to our bedroom, as we now slept together permanently, hearing Mum ask how our weekend was.
“Best weekend ever, Mum,” my sister replied as I sat next to her, immediately holding her hand, “Best brother ever too.”
“How you doing, Dad?” I asked.
“I’m okay, Mark. Feeling a little stronger every day, which is what they want to hear.”
“We’ve actually been talking, Mark. I’m hoping you’ll hear us out.”
“Of course, Mum.”
“Your father is recovering but, although his heart is now okay thanks to the surgery, we’ll obviously want to limit things like stress to hopefully ensure a full, healthy life. I’m still a decade away from retirement, but your father is considering selling his business and retiring. If we do that, we don’t wish to remain living here.”
“But we don’t want to go through the hassle of selling the house,” Dad added, “So we want you and Hanako to have the house.”
“What?” I asked, dead-pan, just through the sheer surprise of the offer.
“If I sell the business, I’ll have more than enough cash to buy your mother and I a small place up the coast. If we live close enough to a large enough city, your mother can continue teaching while I can retire but perhaps do a few projects I’ve always put off doing. And we won’t be too far away to see our kids as often as we’d like.”
“And this is your home as much as ours, and we went to keep it in the family,” Mum added, “It will be yours, and then if you so wish, you can pass it onto your children.”
Hanako and I shared a glance at that. “We know it’s going to happen eventually, Mark,” Dad said, “She is technically your half-sister, but she’s just your sister, and we know the risks, as I’m sure you do too. But I have no doubt that, when you do start a family, everything will be fine.”
I scratched my head, not sure what to say. “I mean, I did have plans to start looking for our own place, but if this is what you want.”
“Hanako still has a few years left studying while you will resume work eventually. But there is no mortgage to pay, just all the other bills and taxes, so that’s one thing. You know the area; you know the city. And your mother and I will happily pass this on to our children and spend our last decades somewhere peaceful, away from the rat race.”
“Is this just an idea for now or…?” I wondered.
“Your mother will finish out the school year while looking for schools up and down the coast that are looking for a teacher with her skills. That will decide where we move. I’m not bothered if we head north or south, just as long as it’s somewhere a lot calmer than here.”
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