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…”