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.
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