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.
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“How long?” she asked.
“Now,” I whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. “And forever.”
I kept my promise. I never left her again.
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