17 comments/ 102185 views/ 125 favorites Shining Girl Ch. 01 By: beachbum1958 Many thanks to Mriceman1964 for much help and effort in getting this into some kind of shape, and to Firefly for using all her diplomatic skills to tell me what she really thinks of my work... An immense debt of gratitude is owed to both of them! I like this story, which is unusual for me when it comes to my own work, and I hope you like it too. If you do, please rate it, if you don't please tell me why. This is a story, not real life, and is not based on anything except pure imagination, nor does it reflect the real world; it is not a treatise on human relationships, it is not supposed to be in any place or particular time, nor does it reflect real cultural or sexual attitudes; even the language is slightly suspect, so treat it as a story, because that's all it is; if you superimpose this story over real life, there will be no 1:1 correspondence, just the odd matching corner here and there; remember, it's a story, made-up to entertain, and anyone who can't accept that should look up the meaning of the word. It is set in the landscape of imagination, and has no bearing on reality or real people or places. BB1958 ___________________ My name is John Cameron, but my family and fireside name is Jack, and always has been, except for my Grandad, who invariably calls me Jacko, the same name as his scruffy, smelly Jack Russell. Was he trying to tell me something....? When I was just over a year old, my parents separated, and my mother brought me back to England from Japan, where we'd lived. My father remained in Osaka, where he was Chief Consular something or other, some sort of senior diplomat with the Foreign & Commonwealth Office. He had no interest in coming back to England, he preferred to stay in Japan, and as I had zero interest in ever going back to Japan, especially to see or stay with a man I didn't know at all, I never saw him again. Not that I minded; I didn't remember him at all, only the odd flash of recall when I saw a photo of him at home. My total connection with my father was limited to birthday cards, Christmas presents when I was younger, his payment of my school fees, and the (very) occasional phone call; he wasn't what you would call the affectionate type. My mother was content to be his best friend, and vice versa, as being husband and wife was something neither one of them could manage to make work. As long-distance best friends their relationship seemed to work well, and both of them were quite happy with that state of affairs, as was I. I grew up in a fairly large, comfortable house in Copthorne, in Shrewsbury, a small town on the River Severn in the Welsh border marches, a place of no real significance except that it's the county town of Shropshire. My father paid for me to attend Shrewsbury School as a day-boy, one of the few local boys among a horde of trust-fund boarders. My mother had the occasional boyfriend as I was growing up, but they left me alone, and I completely ignored them for the most part, an arrangement that suited all parties. As a result, I had no other significant male influence except my grandfather, my mother's father, who lived in a huge 18th century former Rectory outside Oswestry, about 20 miles from Shrewsbury. My father married a Japanese lady, Setsuko, not long after he and mother divorced, and about a year later they had a daughter, Teruko, which means 'Shining Child' apparently, and once in a while, (especially when she was younger) I would get exquisite little calligraphic birthday and Christmas cards from her, addressed to 'Revered Elder Brother' and even a couple of photographs of her over the years. I could see why she was called 'Shining Child'. She was very fair-skinned, not that pinkish 'peaches & cream' complexion that some Japanese and Korean girls have, more Caucasian, and she had fine, long, light hair, a dark honey-colour, not quite as fair as my father's, and nothing like mine, which is deep brown, like my mother's. Taken with her big jet-black eyes, she looked quite arresting, a pretty little kid all around. Her features obviously favoured her mother, as I could see no immediate resemblance between her and my father or myself. When I was 18, I managed to pass all my A-Level examinations, and applied to university. I wanted to study Mechanical Engineering at Manchester or Imperial College, London, so I dutifully filled in all my applications and sent them off for processing. I had already applied for funding, so I wasn't going to ask my father; he'd stopped supporting me on my 18th birthday, which was all fine and according to the agreement he and mum had made when they first separated, and it didn't seem fair to put the arm on him again. Now that my finals were over, I had a large chunk of the summer recess to kill, and mother suggested I take a few days and go away somewhere, maybe Ayia Napa or Rimini, or maybe Mykonos, go and party, and blow off some post-exam steam. So I went to Rimini with a bunch of school friends, drank a huge amount, and lost weight through partying excessively round the clock. I arrived back home a week later, oozing alcohol from every pore, to terrible news. My father and Setsuko had been involved in a car accident in Osaka the day before, they both died in the crash, and mum, and I were listed as next of kin. Teruko was only 15, and as her sole relative, I was requested by the British Consulate in Osaka to come and retrieve her. I arrived in Osaka after a flight lasting almost 14 hours, to find an aide from the British Consul-General and an official from the office of the Shusho, the Prime Minister, waiting for me. It was a courtesy, really, for the consular aide to be there. My father had been killed while he was on personal travel, on holiday for a few days with his family. Apparently, they were on their way to collect Teruko from boarding school when the accident happened. As he was off the diplomatic reservation, the Consulate were not able to sign any of the police documentation because he was on leave when he died, hence my presence. The Japanese government, however, were falling over themselves to ease the way for me. It wouldn't look at all good in the international press to have it known that a senior British diplomat had been killed by a Japanese national, hence the Prime Minister's aide. He spent what seemed like an inordinate time apologising for the circumstances leading to the death of my father and his wife, in quite perfect, 'received-pronunciation' English. I put him at his ease, assuring him that I didn't blame him, the Prime Minister, The Emperor, the Japanese people, Mothra, Rodan, or Godzilla; it was a simple, tragic accident, and that these things happen. It seemed to be the only way to calm him down and basically get rid of him. After the usual courtesies and condolences, the Consular aide got down to my reason for being there. "I'll be taking you to see your sister, Mr. Cameron" he told me. "When we heard what had happened, the Consul and his wife picked her up from school and broke the news to her about the accident; she's staying with the Consul and his family, so I'll take you there now; I'm sorry, I really don't envy you right now. Have you met your sister before?" I had to confess, I only had a couple of old photos of her, taken when she was nine or ten, so I really had no idea what she was like or how she'd react to me. When we arrived at the Consul's residence, the British Consul himself, a Mr. Simpson, was waiting for me; he was obviously aware that father had passed away, but so far he'd only told Teruko that they'd been involved in an accident, but hadn't told her the worst part yet; he thought news like that should come from a family member. After some desultory small talk and passing of condolences, he asked me if I would like to meet her. I assented, and he went into the hallway and called out in Japanese, "Teruko, can you come here please?" After a few seconds wait, I saw a slight figure coming down the stairs accompanied by an older woman, probably the Consul's wife. When she came into the room, I got my first look at my little sister. She was smaller than I expected for a 15 year-old schoolgirl; 5'2" or so, slim and elfin, with tiny little hands and big, dark, almond eyes, and that vivid, honey-coloured hair, cascading down almost to the small of her back. She looked exquisite, like a porcelain doll. I was a little unsure how to greet her, or whether she spoke any English; did I hug her, kiss her cheek, or just shake hands? When she saw me her eyes widened, so she obviously recognised me from my photos, and she stopped and smiled hesitantly, before bowing. She then said something formally, almost ritualistically, and I looked helplessly at the Consul for help. "She said 'Hello, greetings to revered Elder Brother'" said Mr. Simpson softly. I nodded my thanks to him. "Teruko, please, be seated, I have very sad news," and the consul translated for me again. Her eyes got even bigger, and tears began to well up, so I gave her my handkerchief. "Your mother and my, our, father died of their injuries, I am so sorry" and once again he translated. Her little face crumpled, and tears rolled down her cheeks. I offered her my arm, and she pulled herself into me, crying silently, sobs wracking her slight frame as I held her to me and patted her gently, not sure how to deal with grief like this. For all I knew, I was now her sole family, and while it was my duty to look after her, I was concerned about dragging her to England when all she knew was Japan. I looked over at Simpson. "What happens to her now, does she have grandparents or family she could perhaps live with here, rather than me uprooting her to a foreign country?" I asked him, and he gently questioned her once she had calmed down and composed herself a little. " Teruko, where are your grandparents?" She looked alarmed, and started talking rapidly. I sat there while she rattled on, Mr. Simpson's face becoming more and more sombre, until she'd finished, more tears rolling down her cheeks. "Jack, she can't go to her grandparents. What she said was, she can't live with them, because she's mixed-race, and because racial purity is so important to Japanese people, she's effectively an outcast, she has no place in their family, and they can't, or won't look after her; it would dishonour them, she's frightened of what they would do to her, and she asks, no, begs that you, her 'Revered Elder Brother' now look after her. I was appalled; I'd never heard anything so medieval and ridiculous. I thought for a second. "Mr. Simpson, I need to talk to my mother. Obviously I can't leave her here by herself. How difficult would it be to get a visa for her to travel to the UK with me?" He smiled. "There's no problem, your father registered her as a British Citizen when she was born, I'll arrange for a passport to be issued to her, she could go with you as early as tomorrow if it came to it; in fact, I could compel you to take her by appointing you her guardian pro-tem; technically, she's a British Citizen and a minor in distress and you are her next of kin, but I don't think it will come to that; will it?" he asked me searchingly. I put my arm around her, held her small frame close to me and smiled at her, trying to convey reassurance and comfort. "Mr. Simpson, please tell her exactly what I'm saying," and he nodded assent. "Teruko, you are my little sister, and I am taking you to England with me, you will be safe there with my family. We will look after you, you will be part of my family now." Simpson spoke briefly with her; she listened carefully, hugged me, and stood to bow again, once more saying something almost ritualistic in its formality. Simpson smiled." She said 'Thank you very much, Revered Older Brother!' Now, if you want to call home, you should probably do it now; we're nine hours ahead here, so it's just about seven a.m. in England, there's a telephone in the dining room if you want some privacy. The international code is 0044 before the number, and these are secured-lines if that kind of thing concerns you." I called home and let mum know what I'd done so far, and that I would have to take Teruko to her home to collect her stuff. Mum had cried a little more; I guess me telling her baldly about the things I was having to do now really drove home to her that he was dead and gone. She and father may have been divorced for many years, but they still loved each other, they just weren't in love with each other, and they were old friends to boot, so the fact of his death had hit her quite hard. I told her what was likely to happen to Teruko if I left her here alone, and that I'd sort of pledged to look after her, and mum agreed: a civilised man doesn't abandon a child like that. For the first time ever, she actually told me she was proud of me, which made me feel good inside. She also pointed out that Granddad would be pleased; Teruko was the grand-daughter of his oldest friend, and he would happily support us if we brought her into our family. The consulate's services group had agreed to arrange the funeral for father and Setsuko, and promised they would be in touch with Teruko's guardian (me, I suppose) or her trustees regarding father's Civil Service pensions, his Death-In-Service benefits, and his property and effects. As I was over 18, and her brother, the Consul-General wasted no time in appointing me her legal guardian pro-tem and releasing her into my care. Going through my father's home with Teruko was a strange and eerie experience. Even though I had no real memory of him, the sense of his presence was everywhere, from his shaving kit laid out the bathroom, to what was obviously his favourite coffee mug on the counter in the kitchen, to the clutter of assorted keys, coins, cufflinks, and other paraphernalia in a tray on his dresser. Teruko mainly wanted her clothes, and I helped her pack a holdall with an amazing number of 'Hello Kitty' and 'Keroppi' T-shirts, windcheaters, and plastic rain capes, although I did grab a couple of padded jackets for her; England can be cold and damply unpredictable, even in summer. She stuffed another bag with a pile of photo albums of her mother and father, and some family memento's. Poor little Teruko was in tears by the time we left, this was her home, but her parents were never coming back, and she was being taken to a foreign country. I didn't blame her for crying, to be honest I was feeling pretty rotten myself by now; I'd never really made an effort to connect with my father, and now I never could. She held my hand all the way back to the Residency, tears streaming down her face, and all I could do was pat her hand... When we got back, we had dinner with the Simpsons, and then Mrs. Simpson took Teruko to her room and got her settled. I was shown to another guest room, where I soon discovered I couldn't sleep, the events of the day playing out in my head over and over again. I tossed and turned for several hours, before finally turning on a bedside lamp and fishing out a book from my flight bag. I had barely begun reading when there was a light tap on the door. I investigated, and there was Teruko, in a floor length nightgown, eyes bright with un-shed tears, looking small and vulnerable. I gestured for her to come in, and she came in and sat on my bed, lip trembling. I sat next to her and tried to dry her eyes, but she buried her face in my shoulder and cried. I don't know how long we sat like that, but at last her tears dried up, and she hugged onto me. At some point she decided she wanted to talk, and she just talked, an endless stream of fluting, liquid syllables, rising and falling in tone, expressive and melodic. Japanese is a nine-toned language, and the constantly shifting tonal phrasing was musical and hypnotic. I began to catch the words 'Haha' and 'Chichi', the words for Mother and Father, so I knew she was telling me about her parents. Her monologue went on and on; obviously she had a lot to tell me, and I was fascinated, and half hypnotised, listening to the cadence of her speech. Obviously I couldn't understand what she was saying, so I began making up stories to myself about what she was telling me, about her parents, school, family holidays, and her friends. She stopped now and then to politely yawn, and I sat more comfortably on my bed, leaning against the backrest with the pillows piled up to prop me up, and Teruko huddled up against me, with my arm around her, still talking, but slower now, yawning very prettily, her speech becoming blurry as she talked herself out. We must have fallen asleep together, and I awoke to find her fast asleep against me, her hand clutched around my arm as she huddled against me under my arm. She looked even younger asleep, her bottom lip pooched-out adorably, and I felt a wave of compassion and sorrow for her. No-one should have to undergo what had happened to her; what would have happened to her if I hadn't turned up, who would have taken her, where would she have gone? I shuddered to think; at least she would be safe with Mother and me, with Granddad as a backup. The funeral was a week later, at the Catholic Cathedral in Osaka, and my father and his wife were buried in the Uriwari Memorial Park cemetery, a non-denominational cemetery for interfaith and non-Shinto burials. It was a strange, almost surreal experience. Mother was unable to attend, her job commitments wouldn't allow it, and the only other mourners were Consular staff who were ordered to be there, plus a few stragglers from the various foreign legations, Charges-d'affaires and Consulates in Osaka. We did get a brief murmured condolence from the British Ambassador from Tokyo, and a tele-message from 10 Downing Street, and that was that. After that, there seemed nothing to do except come home, bring Teruko back to her new life, and hope she could adjust to a new country, a new language and customs, and vastly different surroundings. She seemed resigned, she knew the alternative that waited for her in Japan with no family to protect or shelter her. * Mum met us at Heathrow, with a long padded coat and soft, warm gloves for Teruko; the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and it felt more like late autumn than late summer. She was able to hold a halting conversation with Teruko, her long-ago memories of Japanese gradually reawakening now that she was conversing with a native speaker again. It was dark when we finally arrived back home in Shropshire, Teruko's eyes large and astonished at the size of the house, the number of rooms, and the size of the kitchen and bathrooms. She was a little daunted by the space we had, as houses in Japan, unless you're very well-off, are small, compact, and huddled together. Our house, standing alone with gardens all round it must have seemed impossibly huge to her after the apartment in Osaka. Mum had made steamed fish and rice, Miso soup and Ramen noodles, to give Teruko a taste of home, and it only took a short while to heat it up for dinner. Teruko ate in silence, answering mum's questions but asking none of her own. When she yawned, mum asked her if she would like to sleep now, and when she nodded, she showed her to her room. She was half-way up the stairs when she stopped and looked back at me, saying something. I looked enquiringly at Mum, who smiled at me. "She's asking you to come with her, she's calling you 'Onii-san', it means 'big brother'. You should call her 'Imoto'; it means little 'sister'. It's a lot less formal than using her full name all the time." I followed them upstairs and showed Teruko her room; again she was wide-eyed at how much space she was going to occupy. I showed her how the aging shower unit worked in the family bathroom, and where my room was in case she got frightened or confused, mum translating as best she could. Once she was settled in, I was done; it had been a long flight, followed by a long drive, and I was bushed, so I headed off to bed. Shining Girl Ch. 01 I was awakened in the middle of the night by a persistent light tapping on my shoulder. I turned to see Teruko standing there, looking 12 and adorable in her long nightdress. As soon as she saw I was awake, she clambered onto the bed next to me and huddled up against me, talking softly, probably telling me she'd had a nightmare. I let her talk until she began to nod off, and held her until I was sure she was fast asleep. Once she was sound asleep, I picked her up, amazed at how little she weighed, and carried her back to her room, putting her back in her bed and pulling the covers back up over her. I know she felt comforted by having me near her, I was the only relatively familiar thing in her life right now, but she was a young teenage girl, so it was definitely inappropriate for her to sleep in my bed, for whatever reason, when I was there too. I woke early to the sound of voices downstairs, mum and Teruko chatting in Japanese, Teruko speaking slowly for her benefit. I wondered how school was going to work, or if we should maybe get her an English tutor, let her learn some of the language before unleashing the teeming metropolis that was Shrewsbury on her. I had a quick shower and shave, and dressed in tracksuit top and joggers, to go for my early morning run before the school traffic built up around the Meole Brace and Priory schools down the road from our house. I ambled downstairs and into the kitchen to get a diet cola from the fridge, seeing mother and Teruko seated at the kitchen island with cereal bowls. As soon as she saw me, she slammed to her feet and bowed, intoning "Ohayo aniki." Mum smiled. "She said 'good morning, Big Brother!" You should reply "Ohayo imoto."That means, 'Good Morning, little Sister'." I grinned at Teruko, and did as mother asked. "Ohayo imoto." I sat her back down again, and took her hand and tapped my chest with it. "Jack" I said, smiling, and tapped my chest again and repeated myself. "Jack!" "Jakku-san?" she tried, and I grinned wryly; it seemed I was stuck with Grandad's smelly dog's name. I nodded agreement. "Jakku-san!" I looked over at mum. "Mum, if you don't mind, I'd like to take Teruko over to Grandad's today; I think he'd like to meet his friend's granddaughter." Mum agreed, and called him to say we'd be over later. In the meantime I went for my run, down through Kingsland and over the Kingsland Bridge, past St. Chad's and as far as the Severn Theatre in Frankwell. That was my half-way point, so I turned and ran back over the same route, to give me a solid five-mile run. When I got in, I had a quick shower and dressed and, grabbing a bowl of cereal, I sat and watched the news channel to catch up with events while I'd been gone. I was absorbed with the England v New Zealand Cricket Test-Match highlights when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Teruko offering me a mug. " I made you some tea" I smiled and took it, looked inside, tea, yuk. I thanked her and manfully drank the horrible stuff, trying to look like I was enjoying it, and touched by the gesture. Mum came in as I was finishing my breakfast, carrying a padded jacket for Teruko, and spoke to her in Japanese. "Teruko, we are visiting my father today" She handed Teruko her jacket, and helped her pull her hair out and rearrange it. As she did that her eyes had that faraway look I knew so well. She was about to reminisce at me. "Oh Jack, if only you knew how often I wished you were a girl when you were small, just so I could sit and brush your hair! Now I really can, it's a little fantasy come true for me! When we get back, I'm going to make this little girl sit down and I'm going to brush her hair for as long as she can stand it, then I'm going to plait it!" ++++ All too soon I had to go down to London, to get my stuff set up in my room in the student hall of residence, get my books ordered and delivered, and familiarise myself with the campus in Kensington I would be based at. All this took time, and then lessons and lectures began, and once again I was in full-time education. My studies didn't leave me much spare time, and certainly very few weekends, and besides, I had a weekend job, answering phones in a mail-order warehouse. It was a massively tedious job, but it helped ease the financial burden on mum and grandad. Teruko had been placed in as a day-student in an international Boarding School in Acton Burnell, a short way from Shrewsbury. Mum had chosen that particular school because a large number of the students were Japanese, both overseas students and the children of the directors of the huge Japanese electronics factories in Telford, so she would at least be among children her age with whom she could converse and learn from. Father's estate had been proven, and mum had appointed two legal firms in Shrewsbury as trustees of the money she had inherited. It was a very large sum, easily enough to pay for her secondary and tertiary education, in case she decided to attend university. Teruko and Granddad had hit it off from day one, and she liked to spend her weekends with him, playing with that bad-tempered scruffy mutt of his, helping him with his chickens and naming all the newly hatched chicks. They couldn't understand each other, but they communicated non-verbally through the medium of chickens. What with one thing and another, I didn't get home until the Christmas break. It was a relief; uni was hard work, and working all weekends was mentally tiring, and I was looking forward to a little family time, to a nice festive family Christmas. When I arrived home, Teruko came running out to greet me, first flinging herself on me and chattering in Japanese, then drawing herself up and bowing formally, saying "Welcome Home, Jakku-San!", heavily accented, to be sure, but definitely making progress with her English. She looked better than when I had last seen her, at the end of August, when she had been withdrawn, sombre, quiet, and shy. Now she was bright, cheerful, and happy, completely settled-in in her role as the teenage daughter of a new family. She really had a lovely, dazzling smile, it lit up her whole face; she was a very pretty young girl and one day she was going to be a real heartbreaker. She insisted on helping me bring my stuff in from the car, although I made sure I grabbed the presents before she saw them. As we came in the house, I was greeted by the sound of barking, and a young black Labrador came bounding down the stairs to sniff and bark at me, smiling at me as only Labrador's can, as his tail wagged madly. I looked at Teruko, who grinned back. "Senshi, be quiet, this is Big Brother, Jack!" Mum came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands, and kissed me on the cheek. "I see you've met the latest addition to the family. This is Senshi, Daddy gave him to Teruko because he's gun-shy, and the breeder was going to put him down, so he lives here now." I hunkered down and like all good Labradors everywhere, he came and made friends, then scampered off into the kitchen, probably looking for food, again, just like all Labradors. I took my stuff upstairs and dumped it in my room, hiding Teruko's and mum's presents in my wardrobe, and stretching out on my bed for a luxuriant yawn and stretch. I was just beginning to doze when 35lbs. of young Labrador landed on my midsection and zipper, occupying my attention fully. As I rolled over, gasping, there was Teruko, politely trying not to laugh. She came into the room and pushed the dog to make him jump off the bed, and sat down next to me, patting my back vaguely, trying to help me get my breath back. "So sorry, Jakku-san, dog very naughty sometime, I tell him off next time!" she grinned, and I had to grin back; I was impressed, her English had come along in leaps and bounds in less than four months. "Imoto, do you like your new school?" I asked her, and she smiled, nodding. "Yes, Jakku-san, there are many Nipponjin, many Japanese there, I have many new friends, they help me learn English, my English is good now, but they teach me not good English words, moth-er tell me what good and what not good words to say!" I had to smile; her friends, with all the innocent malice of school kids the world over, had probably told her some of the basest obscenities and told her it was okay to use them all the time, just to see what happened when she did. I'd done that myself, to some of the more gullible overseas exchange students at school... "Are you looking forward to Christmas?" I asked her, and she looked blank. I wracked my brain for the Japanese word for 'Christmas' I had committed to memory earlier. Ah, I had it. "Kurisumasu?" She beamed. "I have Kurisumasu no Okurimono, a gift for you; I will give it to you at...Christ-mas?" I nodded, and she beamed again. Christmas was a happy family affair. Teruko's presence added something that had been missing, and with Grandad and the dogs, it made for a loud, noisy, boisterous time, a big success. Teruko surprised us by knowing a lot of the classic Christmas carols, sung in English, although she'd learned them phonetically, so she had no idea what she was saying. She had a sweet singing voice, and it was a nice touch to hear her sing them for us on Christmas morning. We had all clubbed together and bought her a laptop and Rosetta Stone language software, to help her learn English faster. Mum and Grandad had bought me clothes, as they had both remarked before that I was looking a little threadbare. The best present I got, though, was a hand painted ceramic plaque from Teruko, with a well-known haiku, a poem with 17 syllables that she had written out for me in beautiful calligraphic Japanese ideograms. Sugasugashii (Refreshing) Bofuu no ato ni (After the gale) Tsuki kyo shi (The moon rises, shining) I still have that plaque; it has pride of place on my desk and is a source of much interest from my friends and colleagues, even now. I came home as often as I could over the next three years, always for the Christmas and summer breaks, each time Teruko spoke better English and had more to tell me. She and her dog had become a familiar sight around Copthorne; everyone was used to seeing her walking Senshi at all hours. The boys at the boarding-school were especially interested; she was a beautiful girl, I had to admit, and had been invited many times to Tudor Court, the private club inside the school for the older 6th Form boys. It had taken a couple of calls and a word with the headmaster to drive home that she was off-limits, at all times. Any hanky-panky or wandering hands and I'd personally kick the offender's arse until his nose bled. As I had been a legendary, nay notorious prop-forward for the school's rugby First XV, I was taken seriously. Everybody understood that crossing me when it came to Teruko would mean a brief experience involving extreme pain before everything went dark; sometimes belated big-brother instincts have their uses... When I was home, she'd spend her time exclusively with me, always no more than a few feet away from me, shadowing me, almost haunting my footsteps. If I went to the corner shop, she'd insist on coming with me, slipping her arm through mine, or holding my hand tightly, like she was afraid I'd float away. Many a morning I woke up to find her huddled against me, wrapped in a quilt, fast asleep, Senshi stretched out snoring on the floor next to her. When she was 18, Teruko decided that she wanted to study PPE (Philosophy, Politics, and Economics) in London, so Mum asked me if I would find her somewhere to live, as Goldsmith's College, her university of choice, had only limited student accommodation locally. I suggested she live with me. After I'd finished university, I had found a job with the Ministry of Defence DSG, the Defence Support Group, project-managing armoured-vehicle refits and maintenance. I had kept the flat in Lewisham I had been living in as a student for the previous two years as I was based at the Woolwich Arsenal, not too far from Lewisham. Goldsmith's College, part of univ London, was local to Lewisham, and it solved two problems; I could keep an eye on her, and it wouldn't drain what money she had left from father's estate to shell-out for student accommodation in London, always costly and difficult to find these days. So with little or no fanfare, I suddenly had my little sister sharing my compact two-bedroom flat on Lewisham High Street. Mum had warned me that Teruko had a few...quirks, and she wasn't overly body-modest, so I was advised to keep an eye on her (but not too closely!) and certainly not when she wandered around dressed in bugger-all. We fitted-in well; she never dated, or brought boys over from uni, and I never brought girls back either. You're hardly likely to meet many girls when you're clambering around inside gutted Armoured Personnel Carriers or stripped-down Challenger battle tanks, so we mainly kept each other company in the evenings and at weekends. Teruko was a good cook, and she enjoyed cooking for both of us, and we soon settled into an almost-married domesticity, although her habit of wandering around in a loosely draped towel or flapping-open bathrobe taught me to keep my eyes closed or concentrate on whatever I was doing in case I looked up and saw too much of what I really didn't need to see at all... She still sneaked into my room and huddled up against me at night, though, and I tried telling her it was inappropriate, much to her bewilderment. "Jakku-san, what is wrong with big brother making bad dream go away? I feel safe with you, I like to hear you when you sleep, it help me sleep, too; what is wrong with that?" As she was usually bare naked underneath the throw or quilt she was wrapped in, I felt there was every possible thing wrong with it, but I couldn't explain to her because I couldn't explain my point in a way she could understand; skin meant nothing to her; western notions of body-modesty were a bit beyond my ability to explain, other than to insist it was wrong for her to be in my room while she was naked, which only hurt her feelings. Plus, had to admit, I was getting to like it, which worried me not a little -- this was my little sister, for Chrissake! And so it went on; I would see her out of the corner of my eye, bending over to take something out of the oven, her robe would flap open, and suddenly I'm unable to look away and catching an eyeful or 10 of her increasingly intriguing body. Or she'd come out of her room to wish me good night, and slide down onto the sofa next to me to hug me, and I'd realise that under her short shorts she'd gone 'commando', and her baggy sleep top would slip down over one shoulder and all kinds of things would jiggle around. I began to argue with myself over whether she was doing it deliberately or was she really that unaware of the effect she was having on me? Whichever it was, she was slowly cooking me, keeping the heat turned up to just the right degree, and I was unsure I wanted her to turn it down again; I was actually beginning to enjoy the flashes, the innocent (?) tease of her loose and almost-indecent nightwear, and her seeming blindness to the effect she was having on me. It all came to a head (for me, anyway) when I walked out of my room very early one Friday morning, naked, half-asleep, and bursting for a pee. My morning glory was throbbing painfully, seven inches of uncontrollable flesh pulling me out of bed and into the bathroom with my eyes half closed and gummed up with sleep, no other thought in my mind than to drain the snake and flop back into bed. I stumbled into the bathroom, to stand rooted to the spot, wide-eyed and stunned at the sight of my beautiful 18 year-old sister in the open shower cubicle. She was naked as a jaybird and soaking wet, towelling her hair vigorously, with all kinds of interesting bits jiggling around and glowing pinkly at me. I was literally frozen to the spot, erection suddenly even harder, my need to pee completely forgotten. When it came to feminine curves, either Teruko was atypically Japanese, or her Caucasian genes had kicked in, because suddenly there were more curves in view than a Swiss alpine switchback. I finally realised that my cute little sister was in fact tall, 5'8" or so, beautiful, incredibly well put-together, and wasn't really that little... I was the first to move, my hands trying to cover-up what would have needed a potato-sack by now, my erection not even slightly affected by my own shock and embarrassment; if anything, it grew even harder. She, on the other hand, just looked me up and down, then down some more, and smiled happily. "Not worry, Jakku-san, it normal!" she smiled, and passed me a towel, a small face towel, so hardly adequate to cover the stubbornly swollen evidence of my reaction to her. As I couldn't get it around my waist, I resorted to holding it in front of me and backing away, for all the world like a clothing-optional matador, only this time, the big horn was on my side of the cape... The whole time, Teruko had made no move to cover herself; in fact, she turned away as if the matter was forgotten, displaying the most magnificent bum I had ever seen, and I cursed myself for looking, no, ogling it as I (slowly!) shuffled backwards out of the bathroom. I knew then that I was going to hell for staring at my gorgeous sister's fabulous bare arse (and that's how I described it to myself; my gorgeous sister's fabulous bare arse. Oh yes, I was definitely going to burn, if I'd been a Catholic I'd have been catatonic with fear by now...) Once safely out of the bathroom, I scuttled (really) back to my room to put some clothes on and talk sternly to my raging erection, who'd seen the rabbit and now wanted a bite, at the same time trying to get the image of her naked, wet, stunning body, with her long fair hair hanging wetly down her back, and her nipples and other things jiggling around delightfully as she towelled her hair, out of my head. When I heard her leave the bathroom and close her bedroom door, I managed to wrestle my unruly erection into submission and finally took a pee, and only then, with some semblance of balance returned, could I venture out to knock on her door. "Imoto, when you're dressed, can we talk please?" Her door opened, and I immediately turned my back and shut my eyes, although a large part of me wanted to check out if she was still naked... "What is matter, Jakku-san? What you want to talk about?" I heard her say, and I could swear she was grinning at me, I could hear it in her voice. My mouth was dry, but I still managed to croak out a reply. "Imoto, I want to apologise for...for walking in on you while you were...were..." "While I was in shower, Jakku-san?" she interrupted me. "Not necessary, you did not know I was there, I apologise to you for making you embarr...what is word?" "Embarrassed," I supplied. I always spoke carefully to her, avoiding idiomatic English, which she still had a problem with. "Teruko, you are a very attractive young girl, and you did not embarrass me, but I apologise if I embarrassed you, walking in on your privacy. Because you are a young lady, and to protect your modesty, could you please in future wear more clothes around the house; if people see you wearing few clothes, they might think wrong things about you..." She tapped me gently on the shoulder. "Onii-san, why you turn your back on me? Have I offended you?" she asked me in a soft voice, and I could hear the tears waiting. "I apologise for offending you, I did not mean to, please do not be angry with me!" When I didn't turn around, mainly because I'd been trying, unsuccessfully, to not think of her naked, and had another raging hard-on as a result, she whispered "I am so sorry, Onii-san!" and I heard a sob before her bedroom door slammed. Shining Girl Ch. 01 Great, now I'd made her cry as well, just fucking marvellous, just what I needed to start the day, I'd made my kid sister cry for no reason. I tapped on her bedroom door, and listened, and I could hear the sound of sobbing. I opened the door, to see her, in a large fluffy bathrobe, trying to cram her things into a pair of flight bags, crying as she tried to shove her clothes and shoes into the two bags. Then I remembered; to turn your back deliberately on someone in Japan is an insult, it means that you are shunning them. Oh fuck. "Teruko, what are you doing, where are you going?" I asked her, and she stopped to bow formally. "I have offended you, and angered you, I must leave your house, mum-my will help me find somewhere else to live, I cannot live here anymore..." she whispered, not looking at me, and at that she started crying again. I took her by the hands and sat her down on the bed next to me with my arm around her. "Imoto, I am not offended, or angry with you," I said, "you gave me a surprise, that is all. I want you to live here, I like having you live with me, you are my little sister, and I know you are safe when you are here with me. Put your things away, and we will go and have some coffee, yes?" She looked shyly at me, tears still staining her cheeks and I picked up what I thought was a handkerchief to wipe her eyes, wondering why she giggled. I looked at what I was holding; it was a pair of tiny panties, and I dropped them as though they were red-hot; yes, I was going to burn, for ogling her, for making her cry, and now fondling her underwear; it was just a blessing mum wasn't here to see this and make my downfall complete... Teruko took my hands and said "I apologise for embarrass you, I will be...careful what I wear. Thank you for let me stay, Onii-san!" She smiled at me, and moved to kiss me on the cheek, but something made me turn my head, maybe a combination of all the slow heat over the last few weeks, her closeness, I don't know, but I chose to obey that impulse and intercept her kiss, and her beautiful mouth landed lip-first on mine. She froze, but then, amazingly, she kissed me some more, and not in a little-sister-thanking-her-brother way, either; no, this was a full blown, high-pressure, vacuum-seal-around-my-mouth kiss. I broke the kiss to stare at her in astonishment, my lips tingling from the feel of hers pressed against them. Talk about the biter bit! Teruko looked back, a small smile on her lips and her eyes dancing with...something. "Teruko, why did you..." I began, and she kissed me again, this time with her arms around me, one hand on the back of my head, holding me close as her lips and tongue explored my mouth. And I kissed her back, God help me, I kissed her back with at least as much heat and commitment as she was putting into kissing me. Yes, I snogged my little sister, and I enjoyed it; who wouldn't, it was a hot, arousing kiss from a beautiful girl! My arms went around her almost instinctively, and I just soaked-up the sensation of holding her while we kissed. For the first time in my life, I fully understood the meaning of the word 'nubile'. Teruko was nubile, and she was kissing me, and I had the most painfully solid erection of my entire life; a cat couldn't have climbed it with ropes and a team of Sherpa's... She leaned against me, pushing me backwards until I was lying down, and she was on top of me, her lips still glued to mine as her tongue fenced madly with mine. All thoughts of who she was fled my mind; all of me was concentrating instead on savouring this beautiful girl and her powerfully erotic kiss. At last she lifted her lips away from mine, to smile a little secret smile at me. "That was for thank you, Jakku-san, did you like?" I nodded silently. I liked very much, too much, this was my sister, dammit! Her eyes danced again, and she kissed me again, and once again, I slid my arms around her, and held her tightly against me as I enjoyed every nuance of her kiss. Eventually I had to surface for air, and she moved to straddle me, still smiling that secret smile, like she knew something and was waiting for me to guess it. "Teruko, why did you let me kiss you? I'm your brother, surely you know this is wrong...?" She put a finger on my lips to silence me. "Jakku-san, I am eighteen, yes? I nodded. "And in England it mean I am adult, yes? I nodded again. "So it mean, if I am adult, I make decision as adult, yes?" Again I nodded, concerned where this might be going. "Good, then there is nothing to say; I want do this, with you, and you like do this with me; you say I can do anything I want, and now I want do this!" There was a major flaw in her argument; the whole 'sibling' thing, but right now, with her sitting on the big lump in my groin, her robe slipping open, and her lovely, kissable mouth a few inches from mine, whatever I was thinking with, and it certainly wasn't my brain, could only agree with her. I definitely wanted to do this with her, and more, oh yes! She must have seen the need in my eyes because she leaned down to kiss me again, her tongue snaking into my mouth to fence with mine, while her hand wandered down to rub my raging hard-on. I in turn slid her robe off her shoulders, my hands delighting in the feel of her warm, silken skin as I roamed across her back, eventually sliding down to hold and rhythmically squeeze her lovely, firm, phenomenally sexy bum-cheeks. A small part of me was saying 'no, don't do this, are you crazy, she's your sister, what are you doing, think of the consequences!', while a much larger (and harder) part of me was saying 'YESSS, what a lovely arse, thank you, God!' as I groped and squeezed and fondled her magnificent backside. All the while, Teruko kept up ferociously kissing me, almost eating my face, what Henry Fonda used to call 'Face-Sucking' while her little hand rhythmically squeezed my improbably hard erection. The thought briefly crossed my mind that I shouldn't have started this, that I should be fending her off, maybe talking sense into her, but the other 99% of my mind ganged-up with my libido and told it to fuck off, so it did. She broke away from me, and sat up, still astride me, her hands on my shoulders, as she began to slowly slide back and forth on my cock as it lay ridged behind the zipper of my jeans. This brought those pneumatic boobs within reach of my sweaty little hands, and I took full advantage of the opportunity to hold, squeeze, and rub her lovely bubblies and tasty-looking pale pink nipples, pulling them into rigid little point fully half an inch long. Teruko's head lolled back and her face and neck began to flush as the combined sensations of my fingers and her pussy rubbing against my cock began to get to her. I rubbed and squeezed harder, and she responded by bearing down on me as I pushed back against her. Suddenly her eyes snapped shut as she threw her head back, and her breathing began to hitch and stall, hissing through her clenched teeth. She gave a guttural groan, and I felt sudden warmth across my zipper region as she orgasmed, her juices flooding out of her to soak the front of my jeans as her body shuddered and spasmed above me. She finally stopped shuddering and quivering to slump down onto me, a big grin on her lovely lips as she kissed me. "Thank you, Onii-San, that was very nice, now your turn!" she whispered in my ear as she nibbled my earlobe and kissed the side of my neck, before sliding off me and dropping her bathrobe to the floor. I had to admit, she was stunningly well assembled; it was as though some horny god somewhere had decided what the most alluring package for a woman should be, and had sent her out to test-market the idea. Her breasts were gravity-defying teardrops of pale porcelain flesh, at least 32C, a perfect handful, each tipped with a dainty, pale pink confection. Her stomach was flat and smooth, with just a tiny hint of soft, feminine double-dome roundness around her dimpled little navel, while her tiny waist swooped in and flared-out into gently rounded hips. She had the most mouth-watering bum it had ever been my distinct pleasure to see in the flesh, two round, firm, globes that I had every intention of ravaging as soon as possible. Her pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs was a trimmed silky tuft, and her legs were long, slim and shapely. She was just the most touchable, squeezable, kissable thing I'd ever seen, and my cock took full notice. "Get up please, Jakku-san, must take clothes off now, please!" she cooed at me, and I jumped up to obey, unzipping my jeans and yanking off my T-shirt as I stepped out of my jeans, and tugged off my briefs to stand before her. Teruko moved closer to me and slid her arms around my neck, kissing me and urging me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed, at which point I sat down and she swooped on top of me, bearing me over backwards. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, both hands ending up with a lovely firm bum-cheek to play with. My cock was trapped between us, and she rolled her body to squeeze me, making me gasp with pleasure and anticipation as I pulled her closer to me, kissing her even harder as I squeezed and cupped her wondrous arse cheeks. She broke our kiss to begin kissing my neck and chest, pausing to lick and gently bite my nipples, making me gasp at the sensation, before sliding on down, kissing and gently licking along the plume of hair that ran down between my abs to my navel to merge with my pubic hair. I watched in happy disbelief as she took hold of my cock, and kissed along the length of it, her warm lips and tongue exquisite as she moved from the root to the crown. When she got to the crown of my penis, she lapped gently, lightly, examining the taste, and obviously she liked it because she slipped her lips over the end, sucking slowly as she squeezed and pumped the shaft. An abstract part of me wondered where she'd learned to do this, but the main part of my brain was thinking on two tracks simultaneously; one track was thinking "this is your sister, how could you, you know this is wrong, you should be ashamed of yourself..." However, the other track was thinking "Yes, Yes , I know, but she's so fucking hot, and she's giving you a gobble; shut the fuck up and go with it, what are you, gay?!" Track Two won the argument, and so I leaned back and enjoyed the sight and sensations of this beautiful exotic girl, my sister, with my cock in her mouth, pleasuring me in such an intimate and erotic way. Her tongue lapped and flicked over the crown, sliding through the slit and teasing the hole, my cock giving a lurch each time she did that. Coupled with the delicious suction, I could feel my scrotum tightening, and my sperm rising and I knew I didn't have much time left. "Imoto, I'm...you need to stop...oh God!" Teruko just looked at me and smiled around her mouthful of cock, and with that I came explosively, groaning out loud as spunk barrelled out of me to splash into her mouth in long, thrilling spurts, filling her mouth. I came more than I had ever managed before with any other of my admittedly few sex partners, spurt after spurt of spunk blasting out of me, until I had no more to give, but I filled her mouth to overflowing, as the drips running down her chin mutely testified. She swallowed as fast as I came, until I stopped shooting and only a trickle bubbled from the end of my cock. She sucked every last drop out, and dried off the head with her tongue, before lifting her mouth away from me and smiling brightly, dazzlingly, at me, licking her lips and using her finger to wipe the runoff from her chin and lick it off. "You enjoy, yes, Jakku-san? Feel nice?" she asked, and I could only agree with her. "Yes Imoto, it was very nice, it was wonderful, thank you, thank you!" (I fervently believe in thanking a girl as properly and enthusiastically as possible for sexual favours rendered; that way you stand a better than fair chance of actually getting some more at some point in the not too-distant future...) She smiled happily and scooted up to lie next to me, my arm going around her to automatically cup and jiggle her bum cheek. I had to know, though, why she'd done this with me; not that I was complaining or anything, but it had kind of come out of nowhere. I turned her face to me and kissed her lightly, and asked "Little Sister, why did you do this with me, and why now?" She grinned happily. "I have wanted to do this for long time, see picture, read book, want to try with you, could not do it before, now you say I am adult, so I can do it. Did you not like, want to do again?" I grinned. Boy did I want to do again! She continued. "When ryoshin, my...parents, die, I was alone and you came and save me, so I not have 'Haji no jinsei' -- a life of shame. You give me your Haha to be mine as well, so now I have family again. Now I am belonging to you, not for repayment, cannot repay, but because I love you, and want you belong to me. I pick university because it near you; can study same subject at War...wick University, close to home, choose Goldsmith in London so can live with Onii-san, be near him always. Did I do wrong, Jakku-san?" I was more than a little nonplussed, which is not to say I wasn't extremely aroused at the same time, having so much marvellous teen female flesh at such proximity. I had watched Teruko mature, and had always thought she was a beautiful girl, but had never, until fairly recently, thought of her in a sexual way, not until all the relentless teasing, provocation, and slow-burn arousal had begun. At home she'd always just been my little sister, quiet, studious, absorbed with her dog, her studies, mum, and her pet chicks at Grandad's place. I had always felt protective about her, prepared to commit mayhem if anybody had done with her what I had just done, so the way she described feeling about me puzzled me mightily. I had never considered myself particularly desirable. Tall, yes, well-built, playing rugby for seven years will do that to you, brown eyes, brown hair, forgettable, regular features, definitely nothing to indicate I was love's elusive dream. No obvious clues at all as to why a knockout like Teruko would find me so irresistible... "Teruko, you are Imoto, my little sister, you should not be feeling his way about me, I'm your brother, and this is wrong, what I did was wrong!" I tried, not wanting to say it but feeling I should. She dimpled at me, looking even more beautiful than ever. "Cannot help how I feel, it not feel wrong to me; you do what you wanted to do, so did I. Now I will always belong to Jakku-San; and Jakku-san belong to me!" she finished, eyes flashing. Oh well, I'd tried, I'd gone once more unto the breach, done my best for God, King, and Country and it hadn't worked, I'd run out of arguments, and there was only one thing left to do. "Come here, you!" I made a two-handed grab for her, making her shriek and giggle as I pulled her closer to me so I could kiss her this time. Last time we kissed, she'd made all the running, now it was my turn to show her what I could do. I kissed her soundly, starting with her lips, those lovely coral-pink, smiling lips, made for kissing, and my tongue made short work of parting them to fence with hers, gently sucking her tongue before moving down her neck and throat until I reached her perfect breasts. I kissed and licked her nipples, making her sigh and giggle as I licked, sucked, and nibbled them, pulling them into hard rubbery little peaks, and enjoyed the sensation of flicking them with my tongue while sucking them. At the same time I squeezed and pulled her bum cheeks apart and squashed them together, enjoying the feel of the firm, satiny flesh as I played with it, rubbing a finger lightly over her slit as I tickled her rosebud with the side of my thumb. She obviously enjoyed it, if the flush on her face and throat was anything to go by, and the sensation for me, squeezing and fondling her while I licked, sucked, and nibbled her nipples, was out of this world. I'd been seeing more and more of these beauties over the last few weeks, and it was still hard to believe I actually had them to myself, right here, right now. Eventually I moved on, I could come back to these lovelies later, I had a different destination in mind right now. I kissed and licked down her abdomen, pausing to lick and blow into her navel, causing her to giggle and murmur something in Japanese, then I was kissing and licking further on down. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a small V-patch at the very apex of her slit, but her labia had been waxed or shaved to leave them denuded and pink, the lips tightly pressed together with just a hint of honeyed nectar oozing out to torment and tantalise me. She smelled heavenly as I moved between her thighs to gently poke and prise my tongue between her lips, searching out her clitoris in its hood. As I flicked my tongue-tip over that place, she jumped, and sighed, and her labia began to swell and darken under my tongue, shell pink giving way to deep coral and engorging as she became aroused again. I continued to lick and probe with my tongue, sliding up and down the crease between her lips, licking from her little anus to the apex of her slit, enjoying the little start she gave every time I flicked my tongue tip over the brown, tightly creased rosebud of her tight little anus. She was starting to breathe deeply now, and her hips were beginning to thrust up against me as I licked and sucked her pussy, Teruko forcing her vulva against my mouth as I nibbled, licked, and teased. I licked and sucked her clitoris, tonguing the hard little fingertip of dewy flesh, and her knees suddenly clamped against the sides of my head, locking me in place as she rolled and gyrated her pussy against my ceaselessly licking, probing tongue. Her hands twined into my hair as she began to buck, making loud mewling noises. Suddenly she spasmed, her back arching as she orgasmed, gasping something obviously heartfelt in Japanese, her eyes clenched and her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath. A flood of her juices poured out of her and washed across my mouth and chin. I kept lapping at her, drawing out her orgasm, enjoying the taste of her, the soft, slippery feel of her succulent pussy against my tongue and lips, the sweet, tangy, musky scent of her arousal. At last she slumped back down, eyes opening for me to see the tears glimmering in the corners, mute evidence of the strength of her orgasm, and a soft, sleepy smile for me as she looked into my eyes. "Thank you, Jakku-san, that was...very nice!" she understated, a grin spreading across her face and lighting up her eyes. I rubbed my face quickly on the bed sheet before sliding back up to lie next to her and take her in my arms, and kiss her all over again. "Will Jakku-san keep me now?" she asked me, a cheeky grin on her face as she slid her arm across my midriff and pulled herself closer to me. "Imoto, I want to keep you always!" I told her with perfect honesty, kissing her full lips as I squeezed and fondled her squeezable, designed to fondle, arse. The whole brother/sister/half-sibling/whatever thing was no longer of any great interest to me; all I knew was that I wanted her as much as she obviously wanted me. I thought about how she'd come into my life, and absently squeezed and caressed her phenomenally pneumatic, springy little arse cheeks as I thought back, eventually falling asleep again. I woke several hours later, from a dream about Teruko, to discover the reality was even more captivating; she was here, in bed with me, fast asleep, naked, and desirable. The feel of her body next to me, the smell of her, the sound of her breathing, and the sight of her beautiful breasts rising and falling as she breathed was a powerfully erotic combination, and I felt myself hardening again, need ramping up inside me. She must have somehow sensed me looking so appreciatively at her, as her eyes fluttered open and she smiled softly at me. Shining Girl Ch. 02 Many thanks to Mriceman1964 and Firefly for putting up with me and being gracious enough to tell me what they really think of my efforts, and most especially to Ryan K. AKA FCMCSI on the site, who gave me the storyline almost in passing, thank you for your inspiration; without your ideas, I really don't know where I would have gone with this. I like the ending of this chapter, and what comes next, I hope you do too! Please don't judge until you've read the next part; you know I like cliff-hanger endings, go with it, I hope you'll think it's worthwhile! As always, if you like it, please vote for it, if you don't, please tell me why; I do answer all feedback, except the loony, scary or just plain weird ones, and if you want to post just nasty comments with no foundation, I'll delete them, I can do that, it's allowed... beachbum1958 ______________________________ I was dreaming about Teruko, shopping with her in Tokyo, in one of the boutiques on Shinjuku, and she looked so adorable, not to say hot and desirable in the little skirt and sailor shirt she was wearing, like a fantasy Anime princess, and I had to kiss her, but as I leaned down, she touched my lips with her finger tip, gently stroking my bottom lip. "Time to go now, Jakku-san, we must go, it getting late!" she smiled, and with that I came fully awake. "You awake now, my husband?" she grinned, "It early but getting late, we must go soon, must call mummy first, please!" I shook my head to clear it of the cobwebs of sleep still surrounding it, noting sourly that Teruko was obviously a very early-morning kind of person; how depressing... She climbed off the bed and retrieved my handset from my trouser pocket, handing it to me. "Call now, please, must go soon, miss traffic!" Mum was a little surprised to hear from me so early, immediately panicking and wanting to know what was wrong. I reassured her that nothing was wrong, that I was calling so early because we were coming up for the weekend and Teruko wanted to leave early to avoid the Saturday morning traffic on the M40 motorway out of London. Once mum was calmed down, she wanted to know what had brought this on, and I had to do some nifty footwork to avoid blurting out the real reason for our visit; that I was busy rumping my little sister, and I wanted her blessing, or at least to look the other way... Instead I told her that Teruko was homesick and missing her, something guaranteed to make her all eager and motherly -- God, I'm so manipulative sometimes... I had a quick shower while Teruko made breakfast, and we sat and ate together before she went to take her own shower. I sat with my cup of coffee, thinking about her, alone in that big scary shower, all naked, and wet, and slippery, and helpless, and needful, and considered whether I should offer to protect her from anything that crawled out of the drain-hole; of course, that meant I had to be in there with her, but sometimes a man's got to do what a man's got to do... I debated with myself over what I should do; leave her in peace to have a nice invigorating shower, or slide in there and introduce her to Jack junior and his two dangly friends. Decisions, decisions, but eventually the part of me that was currently doing most of my thinking said 'okay, she's wet, she's slippery, she's got a body made for sin, and she's obviously in dire need of some inflation from that very handy pump you've got there, what are you waiting for, a damsel in distress awaits, fucking get on with it, she'll be done soon...' My conscience pricked at this point. What was I doing, she was my little sister, for God's sake! And that was when the real me chimed in. "Oh yeah? Really? That didn't stop you yesterday, all day and half the fucking night! You went at it like a pair of energizer bunnies on Meth, you just kept going, and going, and going, so it's a little late to be thinking 'she's my sister'! Either you want this girl, and let me just remind you of what she looks like naked...there, got that, wasn't that nice?...in which case get in there and bang her the way she likes it, or strap your cock to your leg, find a Trappist monastery, put on a hair shirt, and shut the fuck up for the rest of your life; make up your fucking mind, Jackie-boy, I think she's about to go 'Ding'...!" Arguing with myself, horny and conflicted, definitely not a good state of mind. In my head I sounded like a screenplay for a Woody Allen film, so I let my instincts make an executive decision about what to do next. They made me drain my cup, check junior was ready to rumble, yep, all working there, and sneak up to the bathroom. Grinning like a circus chimp, all doubts now resolved, or at least cuffed and gagged and shoved in a trunk, I slid silently through the door, dropping my robe on the floor and easing the shower-cubicle door open, basically intending to pounce on her unsuspecting, hot little body, but she was waiting, one eyebrow raised, smiling brightly. "I wait for you, I want see how long it take you to make up mind! Now you here, do back, please, my husband!" I needed no second invitation, taking the shower gel and pouring a liberal handful on her back, taking my time to rub it into her soft shoulders and sleek, sexy back. I worked my way down, admiring the way the suds ran down her back as the warm water drummed down on both of us, eventually reaching my first target, her spectacular backside. I took my time to massage the gel into her firm springy cheeks, pulling them apart as I gently rubbed her anus with a soapy finger before sliding it into her. Teruko giggled and pushed back against me, arching her back to make her jutting breasts even more prominent. I pulled my finger out of her and slid my hands up her ribcage to enfold her magnificent tits, feeling the nipples turn to pebbles under my fingers. Oh yes, she was into this alright! (and by the way and just to clarify things; some girls have breasts, some girls have boobs, and then some, a few, a lucky, lucky few, have tits; magnificent, malleable, made-to-manhandle tits; Teruko was very definitely in the third category...) She turned around to face me, wrapping one leg around me, which made the tip of my erect cock brush her pussy lips. A grin played on her lips as she rubbed her slit lightly along my cock head, watching the sweet agony building in my eyes. I held her tightly by her waist, and pushed back against her, the tip of my cock only just parting her lips and wringing a sighing groan from her. "Down, please Jakku-san, please to kneel down...!" she gasped, and I obliged, sinking to my knees, my cock standing loud and proud as it jutted up, purple and swollen, ready for her. Now Teruko straddled me, slowly sinking down to take hold of me and guide me between her labia, then suddenly dropping down, impaling herself on me, drawing a loud gasp from both of us. I held her by her sides as she leaned up over me, her hands stroking and caressing my face as we kissed like demons, wild, savage kisses, our lips pressed together in a tight seal as our tongues fenced and wove around inside each other's mouth. All the while, Teruko humped and ground herself on me, her pussy rhythmically clasping and releasing my cock as she hammered herself onto me. The delicious squeeze and release sensation was driving me mad with lust, all I wanted was to hear her scream in orgasm as I pummelled her pussy into submission and filled it to the brim with my spunk. She seemed to have the same objective in mind, and so we hammered and pumped against each other, slamming our sexes together, fucking like two jungle animals, lust and desire bursting out of every pore. At some point we ended up on the floor of the shower with me on top of her, slamming my cock into her as hard as I could while she humped her pussy against me with equal vigour. She came with a scream of release, her pussy clamping down on my aching cock as she shuddered and trembled against me, obviously having an epic, monumental orgasm, which was all I needed to blow my stack. My cock lurched as spunk roared out of me in an unstoppable jet, hosing into her, the feeling so intense I blanked everything except the feeling of being inside her as I came, and the incredible tightness of her pussy clamped around me, milking my pulsating cock. Teruko slumped down as I collapsed on top of her, her heart hammering in time with mine, her chest heaving as she slowly recovered. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around my still-hard cock as mini-orgasms and aftershocks flared inside her, finally dissipating to leave her limp and sated underneath me while the warm water sprayed us both. Finally she leaned up and kissed me once, very tenderly, a thank-you kiss. "That so good, Jakku-san, but now we are late! I like you make me late like this!" she grinned cheekily, kissing me once more on the tip of my nose, and slowly, slightly unsteadily, getting to her feet to wait for me. I stood up, a little creakily; that orgasm had wrung me out like a dishrag, and I leaned back to let the needle spray wake me up a little. Teruko stroked my face with her fingertips. "Poor Jakku-san, so tired, I help you!" I should have heard a warning note in her voice, because she stepped out of the cubicle and turned the thermostat all the way down. I yelled as a blast of icy water hit me square in the chest; that woke me up in a hurry! Choking and spluttering, I finally managed to find and hit the button to shut off that barrage of frigid water, my pale, sunshine-deprived body a distinct shade of blue, not quite Smurf-like, but definitely on the way there. Teruko stepped back into the cubicle with a large bath sheet to wrap around my shivering pale blue wreck of a body. "Jakku-san awake now? Cold water after hot shower very good for you, you very awake now! Why you funny colour?" All the while she was talking, she was towelling me, trying to hide a grin while she dried me off, gradually restoring feeling as my nerve-endings woke up again after going into some sort of thermal shock. I promised myself a fitting revenge for that, although I couldn't work out what; anything I could think of doing to her she was liable to come back and ask for more, with extra ketchup... When she'd finished, she kissed me lightly on the lips, her lovely tight body moulding itself to mine, and I instantly forgave her; hell, with a body like that I'd forgive her if she was a mass-murdering, cat-torturing, nun-poisoner, or even collected Barry Manilow records... The drive home to Shrewsbury was pretty uneventful; even with the interlude in the shower we still managed to get across London and on to the M40 in good time and with relatively little stress, Teruko gawping like a tourist as we drove along the Embankment, past the Houses of Parliament acros the river on the north bank, excitedly pointing out the Elizabeth Tower that houses Big Ben, and the giant arc of the London Eye. We made good time home, mainly because I'd flatly refused to let her drive; Teruko drives like a Messerschmitt pilot during the Battle of Britain, eyes narrowed and eyebrows knitted, her knuckles white on the wheel, and I wanted to arrive home alive and in one piece, in that order. Mum was all over Teruko, a quick peck and a "Hello Darling!" for me, but the full production number for Teruko; you'd have thought she'd been off pioneering in the waste spaces of the world for years on end, not 150 miles away for a few months! Eventually all the 'Oh my baby, I missed you so much, I'm so glad you came home, come and tell me all about London' etc. abated, leaving me feeling more than a little guilty over what we were here to tell her. Senshi the dog was just as manic, almost bowling Teruko over in his eagerness to lick her face; believe me, I knew how he felt... Mum had made breakfast, the full English, so we tucked-in, and I have to say, having brekkie made by your mum is one of the little things that makes life worth living. While we ate, we chatted about life, university, classes, my job, small talk, but I could see mum picking-up on an undercurrent; all her 'Okay,what have you done now, Jack?' instincts were twitching, so, after clearing up and putting all the dishes in the dishwasher, we joined her in the sitting room. She waited until we'd made ourselves comfortable, Teruko sitting next to me, which was her usual place whenever I was home for a visit, with mum in her favourite chair opposite us, looking at us quizzically. "Okay, darlings, it was sweet of you to come home and see me, I've missed you both terribly, and even Senshi's been moping around, so tell me; what brought this on?" Teruko and I exchanged glances, and she moved a little closer to me on the couch, her fingers twining in mine. Ordinarily, this wouldn't have raised an eyebrow with mum; it was how she usually sat with me, but this time mum picked-up on something different. "All right, Jack, what's going on?" she asked, her eyes flicking from me to Teruko, and back to me. I swallowed; this was it. Teruko smiled at me and nodded, so I cleared my throat and began. "Mum, we, I have something to tell you. There's this girl, she's beautiful, smart, everything I want, and I'm in love with her, and I sort of asked her to...marry me...and she said yes..." Mum leaned back in her chair, one eyebrow raised. "Well, carry on, just exactly who is this girl?" she asked, and I lifted our joined hands and kissed Teruko's hand. "Mum, Teruko and I, we sort of...found each other, and I love her, I think I always have, and she loves me, and we want to get married one day and start a family. Say something, please!" Mum leaned forward, her eyes narrowed. "I see. Teruko, go to your room, please, I want to speak to your brother in private!" Teruko stood up, suddenly looking apprehensive, my squeeze of her hand not cancelling out the raised eyebrow from mum, or the expression on her face. "I wait for you call me, Jakku-san!" she smiled, her bottom lip trembling slightly. Mum watched her leave the room and climb the stairs, Senshi bounding ahead of her, and then rounded on me. "So mister, do you mean to tell me that while your sister was living with you, supposedly being looked after by you, what you were actually doing was...was...I don't even want to think about what you were doing! I expected better of her, and I certainly expected better of you, John Cameron, although God knows why. First and foremost, she's your sister, which in my day actually meant something! Secondly, it's illegal, or were you so busy yanking your pants off that it never occurred to you wonder whether or not incest is against the law? Jack, she's your little sister, are you out of your bloody mind?" That put me on the defensive right away. "Look mum, this is something we both want, and it just...happened, it was meant to be, that's how we feel!" My mother snorted derisively. "Jack, she's only eighteen, she's still a child, how can she know what she wants? And you, you're a grown man, you should have had enough restraint to walk away, not just stand there and unzip! I really expected better of you, I really thought you'd matured; apparently I was wrong! You were supposed to take care of your sister, not seduce her! You've disappointed me deeply, Jack; you went to a place you're supposed to avoid at all costs, for some very good reasons, and you took your sister there with you. Do you know how angry that makes me? You brought her here to England to keep her safe, we made her part of our family, and now you go and do this? I'm ashamed of you, Jack, you should have known better, you're bloody well old enough to know better!" A movement caught my eye, and mum turned her to look where I was looking, to see Teruko standing in the doorway, tears running down her cheeks. "Please do not be angry with Jakku-san, haha, and do not be angry with me; I love Jakku-san, he love me, we are together now, for always. This is what we want, please, do not hate us, haha!" Mum turned away from her, her mouth twisting. "Baby, you're not old enough yet to know what you want!" Teruko shook her head, tears glittering on her eyelashes. "Mummy, I have always known, and I am old enough to know this now!" Mum looked closely at her, her eyes flinty. "Baby, are you sure about this? Is this really what you want?" Teruko nodded, her eyes shining. love him and I want to be with him, please do not hate me, mummy!" Mum's expression softened, and she beckoned her closer, to hold her close and murmur in her ear "Since you came to me, you have been my beloved daughter; I will never hate you!" Mum hugged her for a few more seconds, then held her away to look in her in the directly in the eye. "Baby, you're still only a young girl, please think about this..." Teruko looked back steadily, and kissed her once on the cheek. "Please mummy, this is what I want." She whispered Mum looked squarely at me. "If this is what you want, and you both say you know what you're doing, all I can do is remind you of what I just said; Teruko's your sister, Jack, not some girl you met at a party, she's your flesh and blood! But I can see that whatever I say, nothing is going to change your minds, so I'll only say one more thing; she's my little girl, don't you dare hurt her, Jack Cameron, do you hear me?" I nodded, and then I noticed the tears glimmering in the corners of her eyes. Teruko saw them too, and reached up to wipe them away, kissing her once on the cheek. "Do not cry, haha, I will look after Jack! Your children will always be here, I promise!" Mum smiled, and kissed her back, then stood up and hugged me. "I suppose congratulations are in order, after all, you just got formally engaged!" She smiled sadly as she said it, and a great weight seemed to lift off my heart as she did; she'd accepted it, fighting it all the way, but she'd accepted us! She looked narrowly at me. "One thing, though, don't let it go to your heads, both of you; while you're here I'll have no bed-hopping, do you understand? You may or may not be shacked-up in London, over here you're still brother and sister, at least for now, remember that, and try and not let your urges get the better of you!" She hugged Teruko one more time then left the room, trailing her hand over my shoulder as she left, tapping once, lightly, with her finger as her hand brushed my shoulder, a code to follow her, so I did, while Teruko opened the French doors and followed Senshi out into the garden. Mum led me to her room, sitting me down on the bed while she rummaged in the bottom of her closet, eventually pulling out a beautifully lacquered Japanese casket. She opened and tipped it out, jewellery cascading out onto the bed. "These were my mother's, things I bought, things your father gave me. One day it would have all gone to you, or Teruko I suppose, so pick a piece, pick out something suitable for me to give your fiancée on the day of her engagement!" I looked through all the conventional rings and bracelets, chains and pendants, and then a piece caught my eye; a beautiful, exquisitely carved milky jade pendant of two rats manhandling an egg; the carving was breathtaking in a piece no bigger than the end of my thumb, the feeling of antiquity radiating off it in waves. Mum smiled as I picked it up, admiring the quality and detail of the carving. "Well done, you picked a lovely piece, Edo period, the man at the British Museum dated it to about 1760, one of my favourites, and appropriate; rats are symbols of prosperity and increase in Japan, Teruko will appreciate that. Your father gave it to me when I left Japan with you, so it's only right I give it to her." I looked closely at her. "I'm sorry we sprung this on you like this, mum, honestly; I thought by now you'd be loading the shotgun, or at least booting me out the front door, but you've got me picking out bride-pieces! What am I missing here?" Shining Girl Ch. 02 She grinned knowingly at me. "Jack, of course I'm angry, I never wanted this to happen, but that was just a hope; I knew, deep down inside, that this was always going to happen, one way or another. Come with me, I think you need to see something!" I followed her down the corridor to Teruko's room. I'd never actually been in inside her room before, and at first glance it looked like what I supposed a fairly ordinary teenage girl's bedroom would look like, lots of soft toys, ranks of shoes, books and magazines piled everywhere. There was a hanging rack full of outfits, too many to fit in the closet, CD cases scattered around on the dresser, and photographs, lots of photographs, on the walls, on the dresser, on the nightstand, dotted around everywhere I looked. As I looked closer, I saw they were all of me, with Japanese characters scrawled across them. Mum picked up one at random. "Look; 'I love Jack!', or this one, 'Jack 4 me 4 ever', or this one, wild horses couldn't drag out of me what THIS says! And then there's my favourite, 'My darling husband'! I think she forgot I read Japanese better than I speak it! I've been watching her watching you for years now, all those adoring looks and happy little sighs, always hoping she'd grow out of it. That's why I wasn't really surprised, I knew this was bound to happen, I just hoped it wouldn't!" "She's been in love with you for years, Jack, you never picked up on it at all, even with all the heavy hints she's been throwing at you all this time. The fact is, I was starting to relax about the whole thing, because I was convinced you'd never discover how she felt about you!" I was taken aback. "So now it's happened, what now? Are you going to tell me that now that the inevitable has happened, you don't really disapprove?" Mum looked sideways at me. "Don't be so bloody stupid, of course I disapprove; my kids are breaking the law! What I want to do most in the world right now is give you a bloody good kick up the backside, then knock both your heads together for doing what you've done, but what good would that do now? The fact is, you need her, you always have, and she needs you, and I won't do anything because I love you both, even if the reason why temporarily escapes me!" She grinned, looking a lot less annoyed than she had a few minutes earlier. "On the plus side, at least I'm not losing my kids to strangers who I'll get to meet once or twice a year. I may not be her birth-mother, but Teruko is my daughter, she's my little girl, and I want only the best for my little girl. I think she found that in you, and no, that's not just a mother talking; you've always been the best, most normal thing in her life, ever since you brought her home and made her a part of us, and yes, I'm angry with both of you for doing this, but I can't deny that a part of me is also happy for both of you." She sat back down on the bed and absently trailed her fingers through the mound of jewellery. "Your grandfather will be happy, at least; he's known for years how she feels about you; Teruko and he are a lot closer than you think, and more than anything he wants her to be happy, so when you tell him, he's going to be over the moon; his oldest friend's granddaughter and his own grandson? He'll be ecstatic! He already loves her like his own granddaughter, he absolutely adores her, and the only thing he wants for her is that she be happy, so if you plan on going through with this, you'd better make sure you get it right, or you'll be answering to him!" A question I had never bothered to ask her suddenly popped into my head. "Mum, why did you and my father get divorced?" Mum started scooping the jewellery back into the casket, stopping now and then to polish or admire a particularly fine piece. "I thought you knew; he and I got married because our families thought we should; his father and daddy were boyhood friends, they went through the war together, they were best friends. When Georgie, your father, and I started going out, we were just going out as friends, but both families decided it was a love-match and pushed him to propose, so he did. To this day I don't know why I said 'yes', but as soon as we got married we realised what a huge mistake we'd made; we tried to make it work, we had you, because we thought a baby was what we needed to cement us together, but we weren't able to connect in that way, we were friends, best friends, even, just not in love. You know what happened, but part of the reason Grandad loves Teruko is that she's Georgie's daughter, and he loved George like a son. You've got a lot to live up to, Jack Cameron!" Mum gave Teruko the pendant, making her cry, and then she joined in, and by now even the dog was looking a little teary, so I decided to take Teruko up to Oswestry to see Grandad and break the news to him. He was delighted, as mum had predicted, insisting on lugging out a bottle of his prized vintage Medoc and presenting it to us an engagement present, cue more hugging and blubbering. After they'd dried up, or at last dried-off, he and Teruko went out to see her chickens, leaving me to ponder what to do next. I felt a little sandbagged by everything; I'd been gearing up for a fight, or at least accusations and recriminations, and mum's pragmatic attitude had completely taken the wind out of my sails. Her injunction that we refrain from Hanky-Panky was not unexpected, but I was planning on taking Teruko out that evening, maybe we could find somewhere quiet for a little Hanky at least, possibly working in a little Panky too... We eventually left once Teruko had rounded-up and hugged all her pet chickens, although how she could tell them apart was a little beyond me, they all looked exactly the same to me, like chickens everywhere; beady-eyed, mad little stares, running around with that 'my panties are falling down' bounding run that all chickens have, and making that guttural scraping sound that makes my blood run cold and is guaranteed to drive me completely loopy; the only way I can tolerate chickens is on a skewer with yakitori sauce... At last she'd had enough of hugging those wretched creatures, so we headed home to get showered and changed; I was taking my girl on the town! I took her to Beach, a beach-themed club in the centre of town, where we were able to blend anonymously into the crowd; I was fairly sure that no-one I knew would be there. I wasn't ashamed of Teruko; far from it; she looked spectacular in a short, tight, slinky dress, exotic and hyper-sexy; I just didn't feel like explaining to anyone we knew what my sister was doing rubbing herself all over me... All was going well, and we'd had a few drinks, Teruko discovering that she liked Moscow Mule's, when there was a tap on my shoulder, and when I looked up, there was Jack Fineman, of all the people I didn't want to see, class creep and world-class pervert, grinning down at me and flicking the occasional covetous glance at Teruko, who was sitting on my lap feeding me Japanese rice crackers from a giant champagne glass and giggling. "Hello Cameron, that's a very friendly sister you've got there!" he smirked, leering at Teruko's chest. I slapped his hand off my shoulder. "What do you want, Slimy? We're out having fun and I really don't want to see your ugly pan ruining my evening. Now we're busy, so do me a favour and fuck off!" Fineman stayed where he was, grinning like he had a plan, pissing me off just by his presence; he was a creep in school, I'd avoided him like the plague when I was there, and I didn't really see why I should tolerate his presence now when I was out with my girl. To my huge annoyance, he sat down opposite us, at our table, and leaned on his elbows, grinning like a Cheshire cat, arousing in me the almost irresistible desire to punch his creepy face down his neck and out of his arse... "Yep, that's a really friendly sister you've got there; I wonder, do you think she feels like being friendly to me?" My blood boiled at the thought of Slimy Fineman touching her, and I held my temper in with difficulty as I leaned forward to stick my face in his. "In your dreams, Slimy; the only thing you'll ever get from my sister is her foot, shoved up your arse. Now fuck off before I hurt you!" He leaned in even further. "I don't think so; I think she'll look great in, say, my bedroom, so what say; she comes home with me, we have a little 'adult' fun, and it all ends there; or, all these good people here get to hear how the tall guy in the corner is fucking his chinky little sister? How would that stuck-up, snooty mother of yours feel once it gets around town that Mr. Clean, Big Jack Cameron's been shagging his little sister? Make up your mind, Cameron, clock's ticking!" Promising myself the leisure to dismember him for what he'd called Teruko, I stood up, helping her to her feet and walked away. We'd gone a few paces when I turned and looked at him. "Come on then, you want your fun, come and get it!" For the gloating expression that crossed his face, I promised myself a further few minutes alone with him in a locked room, but for now I tried to look as non-threatening as possible as I walked out behind Teruko, Slimy trailing after us, probably congratulating himself on how well his sick little plan had gone. As we exited the club he tried to put his arm around Teruko, probably already seeing himself as some kind of winner here, a player/playboy/man about town, but I intercepted him, holding his arm twisted as far up his back as I could shove it, ignoring his gasps of pain and threats until we were away from the club, then spun him round and clothes-lined him as hard as I could. I was the best Prop-Forward the school 1st XV rugby team had brought on in years, and I'd forgotten none of that, and 'Slimy' Fineman did a complete back flip as I gave him the full Monty, a full straight-arm with extra top-spin. He landed face down on the pavement, and I hauled him upright, meaning to give him a couple more, but he was out cold, limp and bleeding copiously from his nose where his face had smacked the pavement, so I ripped the front of his expensive shirt clean off him and wrapped it around his head, not wanting to get any of him on my car. I slung him over my shoulder for the short walk to Rowley's car park. Once there, I threw him unceremoniously in the back seat of my Vauxhall Frontera 4-wheel drive, although what I really wanted to do was throw him off the Welsh Bridge and play pooh-sticks with his carcasse... I drove out of town and along the A528 Ellesmere Road, fuming mad, wanting nothing more than to stop the 4x4, haul Slimy out and just beat seven shades of shit out of him for trying to blackmail me into giving him my beautiful sister; after I'd finished with him tonight, maybe I would anyway... Teruko hadn't said a word since we left the club, just looked at me in silent apprehension, now she decided to break that silence. "Jakku-San, what happen? Why you so angry you hit that man, what has happen? This is not way home!" I told her, as simply as I could, what had happened inside the club, her beautiful big eyes getting even bigger as I told her the whole thing. When I finished, she leaned closer and kissed my earlobe. "Thank you for not hurt him, he not worth trouble with police, yes? Where we go now?" I told her, and she agreed, she didn't want 'Slimy' coming anywhere near her again, this seemed like a good way to make sure that never happened. We drove in silence, Teruko wisely not distracting me, as the Ellesmere Road is an unlighted two-lane country road, and it was almost 20 miles to my destination. We finally arrived in Ellesmere, swinging off the main A528 into Church Hill and then Birch Road, another unlighted country lane, this time with a drop-off on one side, so I drove down it extra cautiously until I reached the Fineman family home, a large Victorian house set well back from the road. Slimy was coming round by now, so I hauled him out, slapped him a few times (not too gently, either) to wake him up properly, and rang the doorbell. His father answered, a look of concern on his face at the sight of me holding his bloody, dishevelled son up with his arm twisted up his back. I knew Mr. Fineman well; he'd been my Classics master in school, which was the reason Slimy attended there; the sons of teachers got free places; it was also the only thing that had stopped me pounding Slimy into a flat sheet and draping him over the garden wall... "Jack? Jack Cameron? What happened, why...? he began, before I gave Slimy a push that sent him sprawling through his front door. "Hello Mr. Fineman, I brought Little Jackie home, he tried to blackmail my sister into bed, so I taught him some manners. If he ever comes near her again, I promise, what I'll do to him won't be pretty, but it'll be lasting, are you listening, Slimy?" Mr. Fineman looked at his son with an expression of distaste. "What exactly did he do this time, Jack?" I told him, in detail, exactly what his son had threatened, his face getting darker by the instant, while Slimy tried to deny and cover-up. I learned that he'd tried the exact same trick on Harry Waterfield, my classmate, friend, and captain of the school rugby team, and Harry had given him a scientific beating that should have taught him a powerful life-lesson; apparently he didn't learn very well. I knew Harry had a very pretty half-Chinese sister; her name had slipped my memory, had he...and whatshername...? No, not likely, what was I thinking, not Harry... When I'd finished, Mr. Fineman rounded on his son, who was hunched over against the wall, perhaps understanding that he had no friends here right now, not even his own father. "Still up to your nasty little tricks, eh? You never learn, do you? After what Harry Waterfield did to you, I thought you'd have learned your lesson; apparently I was wrong. Get your stuff and get out, I won't have someone like you living under my roof. You had your chance, and now this is how you pay me back. Get out! You can call for a taxi, you can walk, or you can try thumbing a lift, but I want you gone tonight!" I took my leave of Mr. Fineman, who apologised profusely for the anger, embarrassment and offence his son had caused, and also thanked me for not hurting him this time. As we were leaving he nodded at Teruko. "Jack, I'm not implying you have, but if you did...you know, with her, I wouldn't blame you in the slightest, she's exquisite!" During the drive back to town Teruko was disappointed the evening had ended so early, but I had one more ace up my sleeve; a room booked at the Premier Inn back in town, a surprise she was grateful to have sprung on her! When we got into the room, she pounced on me, her appetite obviously honed by a whole day of having to keep her distance. I wasn't complaining; I had what felt like the most imposing erection of my life, I was literally sweating sex hormones, and the object of my desires and affections was over there, wearing not very much at all, so I grabbed her, running my hands over every delectable inch of her I could reach. She was busy too, squeezing and rubbing my crotch as we kissed like a couple possessed, lips glued together and tongues fencing in the heat of our need. I stepped back and pulled her dress over her head in one movement, and oh joy, she wasn't wearing panties, just hold-up stockings; my erection stiffened another notch, something she took immediate note of. I pulled my shirt and trousers off, flinging them over a chair; fuck folding them, I had no problems going home rumpled if it meant I got naked faster. My shoes and socks followed, leaving me in just my jockeys. Teruko moulded herself against me, her mound rubbing against my cock furled up inside my shorts, and as I grabbed and squeezed her perfect bum, she slid my shorts down enough to release my cock and let it rub against her juicy little muff. My hands groped and plundered her cheeks, sliding all around those warm, firm globes, until my probing finger slipped inside her tight little hole, making her gasp and giggle. At the same time, she grasped hold of my stalk and rubbed the dripping head against her equally juicy pussy, the heat from her against the sensitive flesh of my cock head almost enough to make me come there and then. I moved her back toward the bed until the backs of her knees hit the bed, and she went over with me on top of her, although I did break my fall with my forearms; crushing her half to death wasn't part of the evening I had planned for her... Teruko wriggled out from under me and pushed me over onto my back, grinning as she did so. She then threw her leg over me and straddled me, her soaking pussy lips sliding up and down my straining cock as she rubbed herself on me. The feel of her doing that was almost more than I could stand, and she grinned to see the effect she was having on me. "Jakku-san like, yes?" she smiled, and I could only gasp back a hurried "Yes!" as she threatened to make me shoot my load there and then. Teruko smiled and slid back and forth even slower, grinding her hot wetness against me, tantalising me even further; my only recourse was to hurriedly do 3rd order differential equations in my head to avoid the inevitable outcome of having such a hot naked girl do what she was doing to me; it was a stop-gap, but it served long enough for me to decide I couldn't take any more of this, take her by the hips, and lift her enough to jam my bloated cock into her as hard as I could. This of course was what she'd wanted all along, and she sank down on me with a contented groan, her hips slowly gyrating as she licked and lightly kissed my lips, then lifted her torso so I could hold and squeeze those lovely protruding tits and rock-hard nipples. I was trying desperately not to come too quickly; having her here like this was torture, but it was a torture I wanted to last as long as possible, so while I squeezed and pinched and sucked those centrefold tits of hers I was busy resolving polyphase matrices for military sub-band coder designs to back me off from the inevitable just a little longer... Alas, even the most mind-bendingly dull of mathematical problems were no match for the feel of the lovely vibrant girl writhing on top of me, and when she began to ride me like a bucking bronco I just let myself go and held on for dear life as her pussy sucked and squeezed at me like another mouth working away at my cock. The feeling was incredible, and Teruko was obviously enjoying herself immensely, judging by the sighing and moaning as she worked herself up higher and higher. The end came with her slumped down against me with a loud hissing groan, her tight pussy convulsing around my tortured cock. The squeezing of her pussy set me off, and I too came with a loud groan, calling her name as stream after stream of spunk jetted into her as I emptied myself into her. I couldn't believe I had so much to give her; it felt like we hadn't fucked in weeks, not just that morning; she truly was addictive, the more I had of her the more I wanted, no, needed. I stopped shooting ropes of spunk into her, my cock twitching as I emptied out, the last few jets nothing more than an anaemic trickle bubbling out of me. My balls felt like the speed-bags in a boxing gym, my heart was pumping like a piston, and my chest felt like it was going to burst from the intensity and power of my climax, and Teruko was in no better condition, her pussy still clenching and twitching around me as the aftermath of her orgasm rolled around inside her, and I could feel her heart thudding against mine as she lay slumped on my chest. She raised her head and smiled sweetly at me. "Husband enjoy, yes?" and I nodded; of course I enjoyed, it was fucking amazing, as always! I wrapped my arms around her as I slid my still engorged cock in and out in tiny movements, letting her know I was still game for more, bringing a cheeky grin to her face. Shining Girl Ch. 02 "Husband still want to play! Good, I will have shower, very quick, then husband play some more, yes?" I clamped my hands on her bum; I didn't want to let her go; the feeling of my rigid cock shoved far up inside her while I played with that incredible arse was just too good to let go, even for a short while, but I knew Teruko; if she decided to have a shower, she was going to have one, no matter what, so I reluctantly unclamped my hands from her firm, luscious little bum to allow her to dismount. She slowly slid herself off my solidly erect cock, teasing and torturing me as she disengaged from me, a flood of mixed spunk and her own juices pouring down her inner thighs, making her giggle. "This why I need shower, my husband!" she laughed, pointing at the spunk dripping out of her, "I wash, come back very quick, we play some more, yes?" So saying, she leaned over and took my throbbing erection in her mouth, sucking the mixture of sperm and her own tangy juices off the shaft and crown, cleaning me and stiffening me even further, if that was possible. "There, now husband ready, not go away, I back soon!" she smiled, and padded away into the bathroom. I did consider sneaking in there and ambushing her, but those Premier Inn bathrooms didn't have shower cubicles, just a shower head above the bathtub and a shower curtain, not easy to sneak into without slipping on the smooth surface of the tub and either crushing your nuts on the tiled floor, or bashing your erection on the disabled rail and putting a bend in it you'd never straighten out... After about 3 hours (or maybe 10 minutes, my time-sense was a little skewed with an erection that swollen using up so much of the spare blood in my body) she came out again, showered, dried, moisturised, powdered and smelling like a peach sundae, and Jack Jr. sat up again, his object of adoration back in view and ready for some serious wrestling. She paused with the bath towel draped around her, with that smile on her face again, and let the towel drop to the floor, revealing all over again her spectacular body. She hip-swayed over to me where I sat on the edge of the bed, draping her arms around my neck as she kissed me softly, gently, lovingly, and so, so erotically. My erection, which had been flagging slightly while she was showering, perked up all over again and nudged her in her soft midriff as she pressed herself against me. My hand slipped over her back, my two index fingers circling her lumbar dimples before sliding down to cup and squeeze her delightfully round and firm, shapely, buttocks. As we kissed I massaged and kneaded those juicy mounds of flesh, my hands delighting in the feel and texture of her skin and the warm satiny slipperiness of her, and the firm, slightly gelid feel of her as I gently jiggled and bounced her bum cheeks. I concentrated on lifting and separating them, sliding my fingers deeper into that shadowed cleft between them, until my fingers were tracing a path, one after another, over the taut, crinkled little hole concealed between those gorgeous, firm cheeks. Teruko sighed and pushed back against my hand, indicating that she wanted me to explore further, so I kept one finger gently circling her secret place while my other hand slipped further under her to trace a line along the crease between her labia. That was all the encouragement she needed to climb onto my lap, straddling me, and slowly sliding down onto me, the tightness making me groan along with the feel of the wet heat enveloping me. She slid up and down a few times, then raised herself up, allowing my erection to slip out of her. She immediately took hold of me and began rubbing the slick head of my cock against her tight little anus, slowly working me into that hot, tight, moist little hole. At last the head slid into her, wringing a popping little 'Oh!" from her, her ring immediately clamping down on me, and she began to slowly slide herself further and further down onto me, until she was completely impaled, my cock buried to the hilt in her tight anus. All the while her soft lips were exploring mine, her tongue darting around in my mouth as we kissed and tasted each other. I began thrusting into her, and she responded by pushing back against me, grinding her pussy against the base of my cock and gyrating her hips to work my cock in and out of her tight hot little hole. I lay back and reached out to hold and squeeze her beautiful breasts, distracting myself from the feel of her hot, tight rectum squeezing my cock so wonderfully by palming and rubbing her stiff rubbery nipples, and kneading her firm, globular breasts, making her gasp and smile as she rode me. Now she began to move faster, her face flushing as her arousal built toward that final peak, the squeezing of her rectum even more pronounced as she ground and slid up and down on my length until she came at last with a hissing scream, her head thrown back as her anus clamped down on me, her pussy squirting a spray of hot liquid over my lower belly as her pussy quivered against me. Her rectum squeezed and sucked at my cock in time to the fluttering of her convulsing cervix against the thin membrane separating it from her rectum as her orgasm rolled on and on. It would have taken a better man than me to hold out against such an assault on his senses, and I came with a heartfelt groan, my spunk blasting out of me and into the depths of her hot bowels, the feel of my swollen cock wedging tight in her arse and the fluttering of her cervix wringing jet after jet of spunk out of me and into her. I saw stars, my eyesight dimming and my ears popping with the force of my climax as I poured myself into her, and she fared no better, sobbing and gasping with the intensity of her thunderous orgasm. We both slumped back down, our bodies twitching and humming in adrenaline aftershock after that peak we'd ascended to, our hearts hammering together. Teruko lifted her head to clamp her lips against mine, her small hands holding mine, our fingers intertwined as we kissed like possessed creatures, the aftermath of our intense sex no less intense as we kissed hard, almost brutally, feeling only the need to remain in contact in this way. The mood eventually passed, to leave Teruko lying flat on me, her arms around my torso and her heart beating against mine as I breathed in the delicate peach scent of her hair, her body, her sweet breath, a dozen small, subtle scents that immediately indentified her to me. My cock softened and slid from her tight hole, followed by a small cascade as my spunk poured out of her gaping anus and drenched my cock and balls, making her giggle. "Jakku-san so naughty, make big mess, need shower, I help you!" I was in two minds about that, considering what had happened the last time she 'helped' me in the shower, but right now all I wanted to do was lie there holding her tight to me by her marvellous buttocks, her breasts crushed against me with her stiff nipples poking deliciously into me, and her soft lips in easy reach if I needed a quick fix. She also seemed to be in no rush to shower and leave, apparently quite content to lie there with my hands clamped to her bum, occasionally murmuring happily as I jiggled or squeezed her firm globes, her face lifting now and again to lick or softly kiss my eager lips. At last, reluctantly, I let go of her and slid her off me, taking the maximum opportunity to grab as many outlying areas as I could, then, taking her by the hand, I led her into the bathroom to take a shower with me, both of us standing close together inside the not overlarge bathtub and actually having a shower for a change, not just using it as a staging-ground for more wet 'n' wild nookie. The best part for me was towelling-off her pneumatic body afterwards, holding all those glorious curves and protruding bits, watching her grin and bite her lip as I rubbed a particularly tender or interesting part... We eventually arrived back home at about 3 a.m., grabbing one last opportunity for an extended snogging session in the porch before going in, and trying to sneak in so as not to disturb mum, although with all the suppressed giggling and heavy breathing I'm surprised they didn't hear us half-way across town. I saw the light go on upstairs and inwardly groaned. I'd been harbouring hopes of sneaking Teruko into my room, my promise to mum notwithstanding, but I guessed that plan was shot, so we flopped down on the couch, hearing mum's light tread on the stairs as she came down, Senshi pattering down ahead of her and leaping on Teruko; lucky him, I thought sourly... Mum took in our generally slumped condition and asked if we wanted any cocoa or milk or anything, I declined, but Teruko joined mum in a cup of cocoa, and when she moved her mug down from her lips she had the most adorable cocoa moustache; I wanted to lick it off her, and when she flicked her tongue out, licking her lips and crossing her stocking-clad legs while grinning at me, the whisper of the sheer material encasing those long, perfect legs clear and loud to my ears, I had to suppress the urge to bang my head against the wall and howl. I groaned again, mum smiling at me, her expression telling me she knew exactly what was going through my mind, and what we'd been doing; I swear she could see every mucky, grubby little thought I was having, and she was enjoying every second of this. So we sat, Teruko crossing and re-crossing her legs, mum grinning at my growing discomfort, and me slowly working into Roman-candle mode. I swear testosterone was leaking out of my ears on one side of the room as I contemplated all that exotic feminine gorgeousness sitting tantalisingly out of reach on the other side, with my mother as a sort of de-militarized zone in the middle enjoying every tortuous second of it. I was also developing another problem; Jack Jr. had decided to make his presence felt, and try as I might, thinking of all the non-sexiest things I could imagine was having no effect. My zipper was under intolerable strain, and I actually had to grab hold of the chair arms to restrain myself from leaping up, dragging Teruko out of her chair and up to my room, and going seriously King Kong on her. And so we sat there, making small talk in the gutter of the night, Teruko and I exchanging glances that drew smoking lines across the room, and mum sat there in the middle, deliberately making sure that I didn't leap on my sister in a hormone-fuelled frenzy and shove various parts of me into various parts of her, smirking at me, watching me slowly baste in my own juices, a fog of testosterone enveloping me. Eventually she must have taken pity on my strangulated expression, standing up and stretching and giving me the dirtiest smile and the most knowing look I'd ever seen. She leaned down and pecked me on the cheek. "Good night, dear, sleep well, and Jack...?" I looked at her through a haze of frustration and thwarted sexual ambition, expecting a renewal of her injunction to behave and keep it in my pants. "Yes mum?" I managed in a strangled croak. "Both of you, try and keep the noise down if at all possible, we don't want the neighbours complaining!" What the fu...? Did she just say what I thought she said? I looked at her in incomprehension, and caught a resigned, indulgent smile from her. "Honestly, Jack, you carry on like your generation invented sex! How do you think I got you, for goodness sake, digging under a gooseberry bush? I know what you want to do, both of you, you're as subtle as a sledgehammer, so you might as well get on with it, I'll get no peace until you do!" Oh. My. God. She did, she really did say it; she said it, and then she left, waving good night to both of us, while Teruko and I looked at each other in blank incomprehension. For about two seconds. Then it was a mad scramble to see who could get whose mouth on whom first. I won by the simple expedient of wrapping both arms around her and pinning her arms while I worked her face like an amorous dredger hose. We broke off our frenzied kissing to look into each other's eyes and saw the same word there; 'Upstairs!' I dragged her into my room, as I had a bigger bed, plus the thought of those myriad pictures of me in her room gave me a major case of the willies, and wasted no time in getting down to basics; you'd have thought we'd been abstaining for weeks, not continuing a session from two hours earlier, the way we went at it. As I closed the door, Teruko pulled off her dress, leaving her stockings in place, while I yanked off my trousers and shirt, levered off my shoes and socks and slipped my jockey's off, confronting her with a truly bone-chilling erection; it felt like it was cast in titanium, it was that painfully solid, and longer and fatter than I'd ever seen it; all I wanted to do was shove it in her somewhere wet, and I knew she wasn't too particular where, she was as ready for this as I was, believe me! We closed and kissed, it seemed the natural thing to do, after all, we didn't have to do this quickly, mum had given us carte blanche, so there was time to take a little time. As I kissed her, my hands explored her taut, springy buttocks; those firm globes filled my hands wonderfully, the feel of them as I weighed them making my already tense cock even harder, if that was possible. As I lifted and separated them, she rubbed her mound against my cock as it lay pressed between us, the warmth of her wet labia transmitting all the way through my body to my brain, where it exploded in waves of desire for her; I had to have her again, she was the object and focus of all my desires now, and I needed her again. Our tryst earlier had just been a warm-up, now I wanted her for real, in my bed, where she belonged. She sensed this, breaking our kiss to smile up at me before sliding to her knees and taking me in her mouth in one smooth movement. I took hold of her hands, our fingers twining together as she licked and sucked me, her talented tongue wringing feelings and sensations out of me I'd never experienced before as her head bobbed up and down, gently suctioning me as she licked and teased. I could only take so much of this; I wanted to make love to her, feel myself inside her, not finish like this, so I stepped away from her, making her mew in surprise and look up at me questioningly. I nearly blew my load there and then; she looked like a Hentai fantasy fuck-doll with her stunning figure and beautiful face, long, honey-tinted hair, perfect breasts, and huge dark eyes, and I had to look away hurriedly before I lost it completely. I took her hand and helped her to her feet, kissing her as soon as she was in range, covering her face, her lips with kisses as my hands roamed over her back and clenched her magnificent backside to pull her against me. Teruko grinned and rubbed her mound against my cock, making me groan with need and anticipation. She saw this, and grinned wider, pulling me to the bed and gently urging me to sit then lie down. As I did she sat astride me, shuffling up until she was directly above my aching cock, then, taking hold of me, she slowly lowered herself, impaling herself on me with a long-drawn out hiss. I reached out to hold and squeeze her lovely nipples, lightly pinching them and drawing little cries and yelps from her as we worked ourselves up. She began to slide up and down, rhythmically squeezing my cock with her inner muscles as she rode me slowly. I continued to squeeze and fondle her breasts, tweaking her nipples to feed her arousal, occasionally slipping my hands around her flanks to squeeze her enticingly firm buttocks, enjoying the feel of those perfect globes flexing as she rode me so well. Being ridden like this, there was only one possible outcome; Teruko began to speed up, her beautiful face flushing as she approached orgasm, and I wasn't far behind her, my own release only held back by my determination not to come before she did, to give her what she wanted before I took what I wanted as well. Her movements became more pronounced, more energetic as she pounded herself against me, until I felt her pussy clamp down on me, the muscles squeezing me as she climaxed, her head thrown back as she moaned and shuddered on me. The sudden constriction of her pussy pushed me over the edge, my balls tightening as I sprayed spunk into her deepest recesses, long, satisfying ropes bulleting into her, Teruko responding to the sensation of me shooting inside her with moans and even more convulsions of her tight little pussy around my already tortured cock. She slumped down on me, her heart hammering as she sobbed for breath. I clamped my hands around her inviting little backside, once again marvelling at the texture and firm springy bounce of those glorious globes even as my cock began to soften and slip from her. She lifted her head to kiss me lightly, grinning that sexy little grin of hers before sliding off me and pulling herself into my side, her arm around me as I pulled the covers over both of us. "Goodnight my husband!" she murmured, her hand flat on my belly as she rubbed my lightly, "sleep late tomorrow, Jakku-san, we have long drive in evening, must get rest now. I love you, Jakku-san!" I turned to face her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close so I could kiss her once. "I love you too, little wife, sleep well!" I whispered, getting a sweet smile as a reward before she burrowed down into me and closed her eyes. She was asleep in seconds, and I lay there for a few minutes admiring her, listening to her soft, even breathing, enjoying the feel of her warm softness under my hands. We left Shrewsbury in the late afternoon, promising mum we'd be back as soon as Teruko had some free time from uni, and made good time back down to London, arriving a little after eight o'clock. We debated whether we should go out for dinner or raid the fridge, but the consensus was that neither of us wanted to cook after a four hour drive, so Teruko drove us to a Burmese restaurant I'd heard about in Greenwich, not far from the Royal Observatory, where we feasted on Ohno Kaukswe, a spicy chicken and coconut soup with noodles, Ameh-Hna, a red-hot Pork and King Prawn curry with jasmine rice, and Akau-Khe, crispy, flame grilled marinated belly pork strips on a bed of pickled shredded green papaya, prawns, peanuts, and crushed chilli's. Teruko was wide-eyed at the variety and taste of all the different dishes, and amused at some of the expressions on my face when I picked up and chewed an innocuous-looking morsel only to discover its predominant taste was heart-stoppingly hot and spicy! All in all, it was a successful evening; plus, she was getting admiring, envious, and downright lustful looks from everyone in the place; my girl really was a head-turner! We eventually got back to the flat late, which was not a problem; we both had a free day the next day, and I had plans to seriously ravage my fiancée, which was how I thought of her now, nice and early as a 'good morning' present, and so we tumbled into bed, both of us worn-out by the weekend and just glad to be back in our own little refuge. I was awakened by the phone ringing, I looked at my watch, almost 8 a.m., and somewhat groggily picked it up, wondering who it could be as I didn't recognise the number. "Hello?" I croaked, and a voice I hadn't heard in several years suddenly took me right back to my school days. "Jack? Jack, it's me, Harry! How are you doing, big feller?" Harry Waterfield. I hadn't heard from him in years, and now, not two days after talking about him, he's calling me at eight in the morning; this had to be more than a coincidence. "Harry!" I said, "To what do I owe the pleasure? I was talking about you a couple of nights ago to Mr. Fineman, and now you're calling me. What's up?" Shining Girl Ch. 03 This is a direct follow-on from Part 2, so it would probably help to read that and Part 1 before ploughing through this segment. As before, I would like to point out that while this story takes place in what purports to be the real world, it isn't, it's my version, and while there are simiarities between the two, they're not the same place. Any weight or credence the reader wishes to give to this version of reality exists solely in the mind of the reader, and any realism or reality the reader wishes to invest it with is similarly the reader's own responsibility; or perhaps this is the real world, and you are all just living in the dream.... Everyone here is over 18, participating in sexual activites appropriate to consenting adults. Anyone who is shocked or offended by the subject of incest would be best advised find a genre of erotic fiction more appropriate to their leanings and tastes. As always,if you liked it, please rate it, if you didn't, please tell me why; all comment is regarded as fair comment, only the loony, scary, pointlessly nasty or hopelessly weird comments are deleted (unless they make me laugh...) __________________________________________ ALL MY SINS REMEMBERED... Jack is gone; it has been so many months now since my Jack was gunned-down, but it still feels like it happened only yesterday, I remember it like it was only yesterday. I cannot stop the nightmares and the remembering; I hear that loud noise, and Jack looks at me, his eyes fade and darken, then all the blood, my Jack's blood, all over his lovely face, my hands, his life pouring out of his head and soaking into the station floor. I scream and scream, but no-one helps me, no-one wants to get involved; instead they stand back to give him air, and stare, and take pictures on their mobile phones and to send to their friends; the death of my life and hope is just another bad thing that happened today, in a city where bad things happen all the time, but it is the end of all for me. I wake up crying, knowing it is no dream, there is no warm hand on my hip, no soft breath against my cheek, no-one to break and banish my loneliness, no Jack, just remembering, and loss, and tears. Jack is gone, and I still see their blank faces; don't they know this is my world pouring away in crimson rivulets on the concrete floor? I ask and beg and plead for help, and blank stares and shuffling feet are the only answer until at last policemen come, and with them ambulance men in green jumpsuits, they try to take Jack away, but I can't let him go, they are supposed to make him wake, and smile, and breathe again, but he is not breathing, he is not moving, his blood is all over me, the floor, his face, in his eyes, but he doesn't blink, he does not flinch, how can he be alive, when his lifeblood is all over me, and the floor, and still more is pouring out of his head? The police are kind and gentle, not like the police back home, they try to make me go with them but I will only go with him, I promise whoever will listen that I will give him my heart if it will make him live, I can see he is not breathing, I can feel no heart beat, that man took my Jack away from me for no reason, and now he has no heart left to beat for me, his chest is still and silent, and no breath escapes from his mouth; I hold my Jack closely and my world has stopped; so much blood, all of his heart's blood is here, how can he live when there is none left for him? Jack is gone, he is already in the dark, he has made no preparations for the ancestors, has sent no word ahead for them to prepare the way, how will they know he is looking for them? If I could take my heart out of my chest and put it in with his so he can live again I would do it, but now I see him with tubes in his head, and in his nose, in his arms, a mask on his face, his eyes closed, not moving, the only sound is the sound of the machines, machines to breathe for him, machines to give him blood, machines to feed him, machines to make his heart beat. But Jack is gone; he is not there, his soul has passed through the gates into the darkness, it is all machines mimicking him, trying to convince me he is still here, to give me false hope. Jack is gone and there is only a shell left, soulless flesh fading away day by day until there is nothing left; he is lost, and I cry every night when I sleep, I hear the shot again and I wake up, and I cry again for the life together that will never happen, for the children who will never be, for the loss of my love. Jack is gone, and when I wake in the morning and see that he is still not here, I know and understand that he is gone, finally, beyond all hope of recall. I have prayed daily and made offering to Daigan Jizo-Bosatsu to force open the gates and bring him back from Hell, to Amida-nyorai to give him protection while he is in the land of the dead, and grant him forgiveness for anything he may have done to deserve this (but he found room in his heart for me, he brought me here to keep me safe, and gave me his family, what could he have done to deserve this?) and to Emmah-Oh, to grant me my revenge on the man who did this, to let him stand before me so I can tear out his heart, and take his head, and gnaw on his entrails, to take blood for blood, as is my right... Jack is gone, and the gods of my people have not answered me, they have abandoned and shunned me for what I have done with my brother; but how can that be wrong? The world was made when Izanagi and Izanami, brother and sister, took their pleasure of each other and made all that is in the world, me, Jack, everything. But they have allowed my Jack to fall into the eternal darkness; how can this be right? I scream out for revenge, but they give me none, and no way to exact justice and punishment for what has been done to my world, so I must follow him instead, to atone for my guilt for making him love me, for condemning him to the darkness when he is innocent. Jack is gone, there is nothing of him here now, my tears have not swayed the gods to help me find him and bring him back, they are not listening, and they will not allow him to return, and when the people who think they are helping him understand this, and switch off the machines, and take away the tubes, I will follow him; I will choose an eternity of death if I am joined with my beloved jack, not an empty lifetime without him... ______________________________________________________________________ I could hear voices. Loud, bellowing, frightening voices, disturbing me as they spoke, meaningless conversations in echoing, thundering vowel sounds, no sense or order, just sounds to disturb and terrify me, rumbling basso-profundo, piercing contralto voices, everything in between, bellowing, barking, trilling and shrieking at me, the symphony of the damned and forgotten, light-blurred faces softly bellowing into mine, hands touching me and leaving pain traces a million years long, making me scream at them to stop, they were hurting me, but they kept doing it. I had no defence against their violation of me as they scraped and wore away my skin and raked sharp fingernails through my nerve endings to scrape along my bones in an agony so complete I had no way to vocalise it. Someone is talking, the words seem real, but they mean nothing in my muddled state; "He's waking up, Mrs. Cameron; I think, on some level at least, he's already aware of us. His pupillary response is good in both eyes, and all his EEG's show a steadily increasing EP in response to various stimuli; he can hear us, and he's beginning to respond; in layman's terms, he's at a stage something like a very deep sleep, with the added benefit that he seems to have begun dreaming again; all his monitoring team have been reporting a dramatic ramping-up of normal REM sleep, and extended bursts of Delta-rhythm, and have also noted that he's transitioning from Stage 4 to Stage 5 sleep for longer and longer periods. He's no longer in complete somatosensory lockout, instead he's experiencing longer and longer periods of deep-dreaming REM sleep interspersed with more even Alpha rhythm; sometimes, it's almost as though he's lying awake with his eyes closed, then he transitions rapidly into Stage 4 then Stage 5 sleep again with the associated rapid eye movements of dreaming sleep." "He's definitely more asleep than comatose, which is a very hopeful sign. He's exhibiting ERP's, telling us that he's responding internally in more varied and complex ways to complex external stimuli; it's another indicator of increasing cognitive ability and a start of normalisation of frontal lobe and cerebral cortex activity. The short story is: he's almost back, hopefully in a few days we'll be able to tell with more certainty what's going on in his head. It's been a while but I think there's a distinct possibility that he may well regain full consciousness. When he does, however, there remains the possibility of him entering a fugue state, given the type of physical trauma he's undergone, along with dissociative amnesia, which is something we may have to watch out for. If this is the case, we have to go carefully, as there may be partial or complete systemic amnesia for the entire period, and perhaps even temporary personality changes. To be on the safe side, I'm going to have him lightly restrained; one of the characteristics of Fugue is the uncontrollable urge to go wandering, usually with no destination in mind, so we will need to keep him as locked-down as we can to prevent that happening, until he's at least aware of what's happening with him, anyway." ****** My eyes were open for a while before I thought to remark on it to myself. I was awake, and I was in a white room. Why? Surely I should be...where? Where was I supposed to be? My head was full of that feeling, the one you get where you want to respond to a statement but the opportunity is gone, and yet you know that what you were going to say would change the world forever, but now the opportunity to say it was gone forever. Something significant had happened, but what? I lifted my arm to pull away something resting on my top lip, discovering it was an oxygen cannula looped around my ears as well. Oxygen! Was I sick? What happened, I didn't remember getting sick...wait, a pain in my head, darkness, dreams about...something, as I tried to hold onto it, it drained away, leaving me empty again as I realised I didn't know who I was, I knew there was an 'I', but who was I? As I began to panic, I saw an IV cannula taped to my arm. Just what the hell had happened to me? I sensed movement behind me, and turning my head to look, jags of pain briefly shooting up my neck and into my jawbone and making me whimper. I saw a figure silhouetted against the window, my pupils contracting painfully at the sudden influx of light and tears squeezing out of my abused eyes. A soft hand gently wiped the moisture from my cheeks, followed by a pair of soft lips brushing my cheek gently. "Husband come back to me! I wait for him, always wait, I not think he come back, now he here, with me, again. I am so happy!" said a soft voice, the merest hint of tears in it as she spoke. Husband? I had a wife? Who? I opened my eyes properly to look at this 'wife' of mine. She really was exquisite, Japanese, maybe, with long straight dark golden hair, floating around her like spider-silk, big dark eyes, very fair skin and the deepest ruby lips. This beautiful creature was my wife? She couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen, but wait; how old was I, why didn't I know, why didn't I know her, what had happened to me? I was starting to panic, but I couldn't move, my legs were immobilised, and there seemed to be some sort of restrain around my midriff, but I couldn't find out how to release it; I was spooked now, I just wanted to run out of that scary white room, from that 'wife' of mine, whoever she was, just run until I found something I knew for certain, something that would give me something to cling to while I tried to figure out who I was, what was happening to me, and why. "No, Jakku-san, not to do that, you not well, please to lie down, stay still, please!" begged that beautiful girl (my...wife?), her soft cool hands on my face, and she did calm me; I felt an instant connection with her, an almost-memory, I had been here before, with her hands on my face like that, I was certain, but the memory was too elusive, and I gave it up as a fantasy. But she had the loveliest, softest hands, and she was beautiful; perhaps she really was my wife? I could do worse, a small part of me prompted from deep down inside. As I looked more closely at her, I saw the tear tracks on her cheeks, the quivering of her bottom lip; she was crying, and smiling, and she had lovely soft little hands, three things I now knew for certain out of a whole world that was a complete mystery to me. "Who...what...my name, what's my name?" I finally managed to croak out, my voice sounding rusty and querulous. The girl looked quizzically at me, as if she hadn't heard me correctly. "My name, please what's my name?" I asked her again, and now I saw a look of alarm on her face as she backed away from my side, retreating all the way to the door, to tug it open and start screaming for a doctor. A man in a dark suit came almost immediately, pausing to have a quick word with the girl, my...wife, then came up to my bedside, a smile on his face. "Hello Jack, how are you feeling?" he asked me as he took my wrist and looked at his watch Jack, my name was Jack, so far so good. My turn. "I feel alright, except...I don't know why I'm here, or where this is, or my name, or ...anything. Who am I, what am I doing here, why can't I remember anything?" I was beginning to panic, and he reached down and patted my arm, then pulled down my lower eyelid and flashed a tiny torch in it, doing the same with the other eye. "In answer to your question earlier, your name is John Cameron, but everyone you know calls you "Jack"; does that ring any bells?" I shook my head, feeling the panic start to rise up faster now, and he put his hand on my chest, gently but firmly pushing me back down again. "That doesn't matter right now, Jack, just relax, you had a serious head injury, and things are a little jumbled right now, but I hope your memories will begin to return as your recovery progresses. How do you feel, any pain or headaches, or anything else you want to tell me about?" I shook my head as I asked him; "Who are you, where am I, what is this place?" He began to examine my eyes, shining a tiny torch in each one as he pulled down the lower lids. "My name is Michael Hunter, I'm Head of Neurology and Neurovascular Medicine here at The National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery, in London. You were brought here after a head trauma, and have been here ever since. You've actually been progressing remarkably well; you've been slowly waking up for several weeks now, but this is the first time you've actually been lucid." Several weeks? "How long have I been here?" I asked, almost afraid to ask, but I had to know. He looked at me levelly. "You were brought in here on Friday 22nd June. Today is the 10th of December, a day your young lady's going to mark in her calendar! She's been here every day, waiting for you to wake up again, and now here you are. Welcome back!" I wasn't listening. Six months, I'd been here six months! What the hell had happened to me, and why couldn't I remember it, or her, or me, or anything? Dr. Hunter leaned over me. "Listen, Jack, I know this feels strange and upsetting, but we're going to do our best to straighten this out and have you back on your feet, but I can't make you any promises. You had a serious injury to the temporal lobe, and it seems to have disrupted your long-term memories; hopefully that will begin to resolve itself; Retrograde Amnesia such as yours is often temporary, and your injury doesn't seem to have damaged the basic functioning of how you process memory storage; you can still remember how to speak, understand English, move, feel curiosity, basic functions, but encouraging." He tapped his teeth pensively with his pen as he wrote notes on a clipboard hanging on the foot of the bead. "Your emotional responses seem to be at optimal, so none of the things that make you "you" have been severely disrupted; what seems to be inaccessible to you right now is your long-term memory. This may well be a temporary traumatic reaction and may dissipate as memory begins to reassert itself. Right now, though, your semantic, procedural and episodic memory seem to have been impaired, which is why you have no recall at present, but memory is a funny thing; not much is known about how it works, but current thinking is that it's distributed throughout the entire brain, so there may well be a slow return to an almost complete recall; we don't know for certain, but the fact that so much else of your memory encoding seems to be unimpaired is a good sign; you still remember how to talk and so on. Click your fingers for me, please, both hands." I did so, and he smiled. "Good, now close your eyes and point at your ears." Again I did so, and he patted my shoulder. "Okay, Jack, that's good, open your eyes now. Your procedural and sensory memory seems to be functional, as is your spatial awareness; you remembered how to carry out a simple action without hesitation; It's a crude test, but always a good sign, but what it means is, if for instance you could ride a bike before, or play the guitar, or paint, you probably still can. We'll see if we can work out a way to get you back the rest of what you've apparently lost, but, and this is a big but, there are no guarantees; there may be lasting short-term memory retention or formation issues, we just don't know; if you can remember this conversation tomorrow, we'll know for sure. One of my professors used to say that if the brain was simple enough for us to understand it, we'd be so simple we wouldn't be able to!" He smiled encouragingly. "There are no physical effects of your injury, other than you'll probably feel a little wobbly for a few days until you get used to walking again; your motor skills are fine, just rusty, and you have inevitably lost a certain amount of muscle mass and tone through being immobile for so long, but after we've run a few tests, I see no reason why you can't go home in a few days. However, I would like you back here as soon as you're up to it so we can continue our investigations. And now there's someone here who's been waiting to see you again for quite a while now!" He leaned forward and whispered "her name's Teruko!" As he made to leave I plucked at his sleeve. "What happened to me? What kind of trauma? Was it an accident?" He looked grave, his lips pursed as he thought. "You were mugged; you tried to fight back, but the mugger had a gun, he...shot you, and the bullet struck you low in the left Temporal Lobe, before lodging in the cerebral cortex, traumatising the Reticular Activating System, which regulates sleep, arousal and the sleep-waking transition mechanism; a traumatic injury such as the one you suffered is what triggered the coma; in effect, it flicked a switch and shut off the lights. Luckily for you it was probably a defective round; if it had hit any harder we wouldn't be having this conversation. I was the one who removed it and closed, but the resultant trauma was what kept you comatose. However, the brain is a remarkably resilient organ, and as we monitored you we were able to track changes and improvements along the way as the RAS gradually reasserted itself. I know it sounds trite, but, given the circumstances, you were remarkably lucky, or maybe there is a God, I'll have to let you work that out for yourself!" Shining Girl Ch. 03 Lucky? Six months in a coma, and who the hell was I and what did I do now? He patted my shoulder again. "Rest now, your young lady wants to see you. Don't go away now!" He left the room, and the girl (Teruko?) shyly approached the bed, to take my hand and press it to her cheek. "Husband come back to me, now I happy again!" she smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks. She really was stunning, and I could feel a powerful attraction to her; obviously somewhere deep inside I had some kind of a connection with this beautiful girl; God, if only I could remember her! She leaned over me to once again stroke my face, and I could tell there was a great deal of pent-up emotion there, she was almost memorising my face with her fingertips. I reached up to take her hand and felt her small slender fingers, but no ring. "Are you really my wife?" I asked her, and she smiled at me, a really beautiful, dawn-is-breaking kind of smile. "Jakku-san ask me marry him, we not yet have chance to get ring, he say he want special ring for me; I have this until then!" She showed me a pendant, a milky, pearlescent jade carving no bigger than the end of my thumb, of two rats rolling an egg, the detail truly incredible, and I felt a small but powerful shock of recognition; I knew this piece, I'd seen it before! I held it in my hand, knowing it was more than just a déjà vu illusion, willing myself to know more, but it was gone, but I felt unaccountably closer to her now; she really had been with me, now I had to work out how. Teruko leaned closer to hug me, her arms cradling my head as she trembled, and I realised she was crying. I automatically curled my arm around her, my forearm circling her buttocks as my hand clamped hold of her hip, pulling her closer to me, again feeling that connection, utterly without foundation as it was, but deep and powerfully felt all the same. I stroked her hair as she wept, her sobs silent but powerful, shaking her whole frame as she surrendered to the emotions I'd sensed earlier. "Jakku-san, I wait, I wait so long for this, every day I kiss you and call you back, now you came back, but you not come back yet! I help you, I make you well, mummy help, we bring you back home, Jakku san, my husband! Mummy, grandad, all you friend want you back, we all help you!" I had a mother, a grandfather, I had family, there were people who could help me put myself back together again, that was something at least. The panic that had been bubbling in the background subsided a little as I realised this beautiful girl in my arms was even more frightened than I was, that she'd been wearing herself out waiting and hoping for me to come back, and I felt a little humbled at the devotion that implied. That I could feel like that also puzzled me; obviously I knew this girl in a special way, the feeling bearing out in some small way what she was telling me. She looked up into my eyes, her huge, beautiful eyes clouded with tears. "I know Jakku-san not remember me, it not matter, I love him, and he love me once, he will love me again!" She said it with utter conviction, belief ringing in her voice. I had to admit, it would be easy to love a girl like her, shapely, beautiful, devoted, and possessed of the deepest kind of love and belief. She dragged her hand across her glorious eyes, and smiled brightly at me. "Every day I make offering and ask Daigan Bosatsu-Kami to rescue you and show you way home, he is God of travellers and all who lost, and he bring you back! I make offering to ask for help, now I ask again, ask him help you find way back to me! I call mummy, she coming soon, be here few hours time, you must rest now, I will stay with you, I want see your eyes, it been too long since I see them look at me, and now you can see me again!" She sat on the bed, and without thinking I moved over as much as I could to make room for her. She swung her legs up and stretched out next to me, her eyes fixed on mine as she put her arm across my chest. It felt normal, uncomplicated, to have her here with me like this, and on impulse I put my arm around her. Teruko smiled as she wriggled contentedly. "So long, my husband, it been so long, I miss you..." she whispered, pulling herself even closer to me, and snuggling her head down against me with a contented sigh. It felt good, and right, and familiar; somewhere a memory was chiming that we'd done this before, and it was good to do it again. After a while I realised she'd fallen asleep, poor thing, she must have been worn out. I felt protective and caring toward her, and a part of me wondered; was I reacting like that because she was so beautiful, and so obviously into me, or was my hidden inner self trying to tell me something about her, and me, about us? I felt like I was in free fall, there was no-one or nothing to hold onto, perhaps I could start with her, maybe she could help me rebuild the part of me that was missing (which was most of me, I realised. I had my sense of self; I knew there was a "me" to rebuild, I knew my language, I knew I wanted to get out of this hospital soon, and I briefly wondered how I knew what a "hospital" was, when I didn't know jack-shit about anything else...) I shifted slightly, and Teruko's eyes fluttered open. "Please to rest, Jakku-san, mummy be here soon, must rest so not fall asleep when she here, she wait and cry for you so much, she want see and talk to you very much!" Teruko pulled the covers up over me, then sat up next to me, her arm through mine as she stroked my hair. I looked at her and was surprised to see tears trembling on her eyelashes, and without thinking, I reached up and wiped them away with my thumb. "Why are you crying? I asked her, and she smiled brightly, but more tears gathered in her eyes, brimming and trembling on the brink of running down her soft cheeks. "I so happy to hear Jakku-san talk, I thought I never hear husband voice again, for so long he still and silent, now he talking to me, eyes still beautiful, still have same smile, so I happy!" I smiled at her happiness at something so mundane, and again, and even more powerfully, I felt that connection, that sense that we were part of something, sure that this was more than just common or garden attraction and horniness on my part; I knew this girl, I knew her well, I was sure of it! All I had to do was recapture her, maybe if I could, I could find enough of me to recognise myself. Teruko slid back down the bed to lie against me, her arm warm and comforting around me, the peach scent of her hair suddenly familiar, evoking blurred images of her smiling, standing with wet hair in a shower cubicle, and making me think of...a hotel. Why would I associate the smell of her hair with a hotel room? Was it a real sense-memory, or just random associations triggered by a random stimulus? Whatever it was, there was no escaping the fact that she was soft and warm against me, and another reflex kicked in, obviously so. My body may have been tired-out, but a certain part of me didn't care. Teruko felt it prodding her in her stomach, and she looked up at me and smiled. "Husband better already! Must rest now, sleep, Jakku-san, mummy come soon, be ready for her, she very happy now, so sad for so long, now she happy again!" As she spoke her warm little hand stroked my face, smoothed my hair, and rubbed my back between my shoulder-blades, the feeling restful and relaxing, easing me into sleep. I woke refreshed, Teruko's eyes fluttering open as mine did, and a ghostly half-memory of seeing this before flitted across my mind for a second before it was gone, but once again that sense of connection persisted, more than just déjà vu. I felt something on my wrist and looked, to see my battered old military watch strapped on my wrist, and out of habit I shook and twisted my wrist to seat it more comfortably, while Teruko looked strangely at me. "Why you do that, my husband?" she asked, and I replied without thinking. "I always do that when I put my watch on......" before I realised what I'd said. Teruko grinned at me, and lifted my wrist to kiss the watch and the palm of my hand. "Husband always say this his lucky watch, now I know it true!" I looked at the watch, at my wrist and replayed what I'd said and done. I'd done it because it was second nature to me; did that mean more would follow? What other habitual quirks and behaviours would resurface? I was excited, in a low-level way. Maybe what Mr. Hunter had said about recovery was already happening; the amnesia really was only temporary, maybe it was already beginning to play itself out. I hoped like hell it was; I really wanted to remember my life, this girl, what had happened to me, everything that was missing before I'd woken up a few hours ago with an indelible blank stretching back in time where my life used to be. My mother arrived about an hour later; it was a very strange meeting, for me, at least; here was this person I'd known my entire life, and I was struggling to make contact with her, because she was nowhere in my head or current experience. I could see how distraught she was, but there was nothing I could do to ease her distress; she was a complete stranger, and her distress only fed mine. What tipped me over was when she was leaving, she hugged me and stepped back to tip my head up to look into my eyes, her own eyes brimming with tears. "Jack, my baby, my own little boy, what has he done to you? I thought we'd lost you forever, wherever you are, please come back, darling, please!" The raw emotion in her voice was too much for me, and I began panicking again as I finally understood what my being in this room meant, how much harm had been done to everyone in my family, even if I didn't know them at all. Teruko hit the alarm button, and a few seconds later a nurse was injecting something into the cannula on the back of my left hand, and very shortly after the room began to go dim as the sedative took effect. I woke in the bright sunshine of early morning, the clanging of the breakfast trolleys jarring me awake. Teruko was stretched out next to me, her arm thrown across my chest and her head lodged in the crook of my neck. Once again, as my eyes opened, so did hers, and she smiled to see me awake. "Good morning, Jakku-San!" she smiled, and I grinned back, wondering if they were going to give me any food. Sometime during the night, the feeding tube into my stomach had been removed, my navel sore and itchy where it had obviously been in place for a long time, and I felt ready for some solid food. I was just drinking-in the sight of this beautiful girl next to me when the door opened and Mr. Hunter came in. After a few pleasantries and the obligatory prods and pokes, he took my pulse, temperature and blood-pressure, and shone a light in my eyes again, before making some notations in the file clipped to the foot of the bed. I asked him what came next, and he paused, tapping his pen on his teeth. "Right, Jack, I'm sorry, no breakfast for you just yet, we have an MRI scheduled for you for this morning, you can have something after, I've left a note at the Care Station, and you have a CAT scan this afternoon before lunch, and barring any major mishaps or discoveries, I think we may be able to let you go in a few more days; so far, your MRI's have shown no anomalous structures, lesions or anything except the expected scarring, and other than the amnesia and a little weakness from your long immobility, there's really nothing wrong with you, but I want to keep an eye on you for a little while longer. Once you leave, the desk will give you a list of follow-up appointments, it's essential you attend here for them." As he spoke, the orderlies came to take me down for the scan, Mr. Hunter telling Teruko she might as well go home and freshen-up, as I was going to be in Radiology and Imaging for most of the morning, and she couldn't be in there with me. Teruko told me she'd go home, grab a quick shower and a change of clothes, and be back to wheel me down to the cafeteria for a late lunch. And so it went; when I first woke up, they'd told me they didn't know anything about what was going on with me; ten days later they told me they didn't know anything about what was going on with me, at which point I decided that as I apparently had a home to go to, I was going there. Teruko had been a complete star the whole time, helping me to regain facility with walking and my balance, encouraging and supporting me, soothing me when the periodic bouts of self-pity almost crippled me, holding me tight when I raged at my inability to remember anything about anything, wheeling me around the hospital gardens, and just being there to be the only tether in my free-fall existence, a crutch for me to lean on, and a soothing presence to ease my fears. I was no nearer resolving who I really was, no memories had returned except ghost flashes and meaningless images of people, places, and things, and increasing bouts of déjà vu, but I was collecting a whole new set, of Teruko, her loveliness, her calm stoic belief I would completely recover, her boundless patience, and, increasingly, thoughts and fantasies of what she would look like naked. Apropos of which, one strange dream unsettled me, because I wasn't certain it was a dream; it felt more like something that had actually happened, in fact I was certain it was a real memory; if it was, it was a corker, believe me! In the dream, I was in a room (hotel room? Couldn't be sure...) with Teruko, she was naked, and smelled of peaches. She was caressing me as I reached out for her and then my hand slipped over her back, my index fingers circling her lumbar dimples before sliding down to cup and squeeze and jiggle her shapely buttocks. As we kissed I gently jiggled and bounced her bum cheeks, concentrating on lifting and separating them, sliding my fingers deeper into the cleft between them, until my fingers were tracing over the taut, crinkled little hole concealed between those gorgeous, firm cheeks. Teruko sighed and climbed onto my lap, straddling me, and slowly sliding down onto me, the tightness making me groan along with the feel of the wet heat enveloping me. She slid up and down a few times, then raised herself up, allowing my erection to slip out of her. She immediately took hold of me and began rubbing the slick head of my cock against her tight little anus, slowly working me into that hot, tight, moist little hole. At last the head slid into her, her ring immediately clamping down on me, and she began to slowly slide herself further and further down onto me, until she was completely impaled, my cock buried to the hilt in her tight anus. I began thrusting into her, and she responded by pushing back against me, grinding her pussy against the base of my cock and gyrating her hips to work my cock in and out of her tight hot little hole. I lay back and reached out to hold and squeeze her beautiful, firm, protruding breasts, making her gasp and smile as she rode me. Now she began to move faster, her face flushing, the squeezing of her rectum even more pronounced as she ground and slid up and down on my length until she came at last with a hissing scream, her head thrown back as her anus clamped down on me, her pussy squirting a spray of hot liquid over my lower belly as her pussy quivered against me. Her rectum squeezed and sucked at my cock in time to the fluttering of her convulsing cervix against the thin membrane separating it from her rectum as her orgasm rolled on and on. I came with a loud groan, spunk blasting out of me and into the tight depths of her hot bowels, the feel of my swollen cock wedging tight in her arse and the fluttering of her cervix wringing jet after jet of spunk out of me and into her. I saw stars, my eyesight dimming and my ears popping with the force of my climax as I poured myself into her, and she fared no better, sobbing and gasping with the seismic intensity of her thunderous orgasm. I awoke from the dream gasping, my heart hammering with the realism of it, the vivid quality of it convincing me it was a memory, but when? Did this mean my memory was beginning to return? And had I done things like...that...with her? Why did I feel a trace of guilt when I thought of the dream, most of it already fading, but the memory of Teruko's face in her sexual ecstasy remaining vivid and lasting. I'd completely accepted her assertions, borne out by my mother, that she was my intended bride, and I was determined to find a way to remember why I'd chosen her (or if, as seemed more likely, she'd chosen me...), although I was already falling under her spell. What Teruko had stated as a fact when I first awoke was coming about; I was falling in love with her again (or for the first time, take your pick), and it was the only thing stopping me giving up and fading away. Coming home was an anti-climax; I'd hoped that being surrounded by the familiar would somehow jog things into place, but nothing happened, no sudden flash of returned memories, no emotional reunion, nothing. When Teruko asked me what I wanted for lunch, I had to be truthful and ask her. "I don't know; what's my favourite lunch?" and the sudden flash of loss in her eyes as I said it reminded me how much she was missing as well, that I had to ask her what my favourite foods were, where the toilet was, what was my favourite shirt, a million things I suppose other people take for granted. I realised that I was missing a lifetime of memories and associations that you don't even consciously think of as memories, just the things that form that great big holographic image of your world in your head. I no longer had that image, or maybe I still did, but it was locked away; either way it made no difference, I couldn't access it anymore. We sat and ate my favourite pizza, something I had no memory of ever eating before, but it was delicious, especially after the hospital food, which all tasted as though it had been boiled in a sock, and chatted about the hospital, my treatment, how I felt, because we had nothing else to talk about; I had no experiences, no day to talk about, no common experiences to talk and laugh over, something I'd seen people doing during the car journey across London. Young couples with their arms linked, laughing and talking, looking into each other's eyes, a world of shared experience, of a life lived, between them, and all I could do was reflect on my loss of that. I had no single thing in common with Teruko yet, and the barren landscape of my world frightened me. Teruko sensed that I was becoming morose and self-pitying again, and put down her plate to snuggle up against me. "I not want you come home to empty house, so you friend Harry and fiancée come to see you later. Harry come to hospital nearly every day, he at school with you, he play sport with you, he is your best friend!" I was interested to hear that one of my friends would be coming over to see me, maybe he could help fill in some of the blanks for me. As I was thinking about this impending visit the doorbell rang. Teruko jumped up and took the plates into the kitchen, then answered the door, the sound of a male voice and another girl's voice sounding in the hallway. I started to stand up as they came into the sitting room, but the man who came in, a young man about my age, seriously good looking, with chestnut hair falling over one eye, made a patting motion with his hand, instead walking over to shake my hand. The stunningly beautiful young girl with him was obviously of mixed Chinese/European parentage; Harry and I obviously shared a taste for the same kind of girls! "God, Jack, it's so good to see you up and about!" he grinned, and the girl hugged me, which caught me off-guard a little, patting my back as she hugged me. Shining Girl Ch. 03 "We were so worried! Poor Teruko's been wearing herself to a frazzle, sleeping in that awful chair next to your bed every night for the last six months in case you woke up and she wasn't there! How do you feel, Jack? Honestly?" I looked at both of them as they waited for my answer. "Physically, I feel fine; a little wobbly now and then, but the hospital assures me that's purely due to being immobile for so long, and should pass. As for the other thing; I have to be honest, you both seem like really nice people, and you obviously know me well, and I don't want to offend you, but I can't remember either of you at all; hell, I can't remember anything prior to ten days ago!" The girl, who'd introduced herself as Sai Fong, looked at me sympathetically. "It's okay, Jack, we're not offended. Harry and I were so worried for you, and for Teruko, she's been almost out of her mind; the only way we could get her to leave and get something to eat, or get some proper rest, was for one of us to wait there at your bedside. We saw you like that, so now that you're back with us, we'll take you as you are; we're your friends, always remember that, and you can't offend us!" I was almost overcome; tears seemed to come easily these days, had I always been such a cry-baby? Harry sat down next to me and put his arm around me, hugging my shoulder briskly. "What Sai says is true, Jackie-boy, we'll be there, and maybe we can find a way to get this fixed together; all your friends are worried sick about you; we're just the tip of the iceberg, don't forget that! If I have to take you every place you've ever been, I'll do that if there's a chance it'll help you regain your memory. I've spoken with Doctor Hunter, and he believes that your amnesia is temporary, and perhaps it only needs one trigger to unlock your memories, we'll look and try anything until we find one, if that's what it takes; you're not alone, old boy!" Harry spent the rest of the afternoon talking to me about school and rugby, escapades we'd had (which sounded fun, I really wished I'd been there!) mutual friends, general conversation which did a lot to flesh out my world-picture, showing me pictures of us together, I presume in school, pictures of me in a rugby strip, one picture of me holding up a large trophy with him. Harry was good company, and he genuinely seemed to like me, which disposed me well toward him as well. Sai Fong was a delight; warm, funny, witty, acerbic, a perfect foil for Harry's serious-minded attitude; the fact that she was also a complete knockout didn't escape my notice either! I was sorry when they had to leave, but Sai Fong said they'd be back in the morning; she had a free day from university, and Harry had to be at somewhere called Woolwich Arsenal, which sounded vaguely familiar, which was not far from the flat, so he'd drop Sai Fong off to spend the morning with Teruko and me, and he'd be along later. Bedtime was a little embarrassing. Teruko had shown me my room, and after showering and drying-off in the bathroom, I walked into my room in just my shorts, with a bathrobe over, to find her in my bed. "I'm sorry, I...I thought this was my room...?" I faltered, but she just smiled. "It our room, Jakku-san, this our bed. Come to bed now, you must rest, you still not strong. I want to rest next to husband again, it has been too long since husband sleep in own bed!" I gingerly slipped off my robe, conscious of the fact that I only had shorts on under the robe; I'd not expected company, and I was a little flustered, not to say a little embarrassed too. Teruko looked at me, her eyes sad as she slipped out of bed and held her hand out to me. She was wearing 'Hello Kitty' pyjamas that were slightly too big for her, and she looked absolutely adorable, as well as sexy, a hidden, deeper part of me noted, a definite stirring inside me at the thought. "Jakku-san, you are so thin, you must eat, be fit again, I help you, my husband. Now husband come to bed, you look so tired, please come, sleep now!" Somewhat hesitantly, I slid under the covers, lying back and pulling them up around me. Teruko fussed with them a little, tucking me in properly, and then surprising me with a small kiss on the side of my mouth. "Sleep well, my husband!" she murmured, her fingers tracing my jawline for a second, her eyes clouded as she lay on her side, her eyes fixed on mine. On impulse, I took her hand and squeezed it gently to thank her for looking after me so kindly, and she slid herself up against me, her head fitting into the hollow of my neck as she hugged me gently. "It okay to put arm around me, Jakku-san, you not hurt me!" she murmured, and I could hear the sadness in her voice; almost without thinking I slid my arm around her, holding her properly for the first time. It felt good, actually, it felt great; she was soft and warm, and she fitted against me as though she was a part of me, and once again that sense of déjà vu permeated me; I'd definitely done this before, with her, it felt so right. I felt her warm little hand on my back as she gently rubbed between my shoulder-blades, relaxing and calming me as she lovingly rubbed and caressed me. She looked up at me, a bright, happy smile on her face. "Sleep now, my husband, in morning we will talk, you ask, I will tell, but now you must rest, please to go to sleep!" I smiled at her expression, and lay back, unconsciously pulling her closer to me, but enjoying the warmth and feel of her as she curled up inside my arm. I awoke in the dead of night, wide awake from a confused dream of faces and places, the images already fading, but one image remained clear; Teruko, much younger than she was now, sitting on a bed with me with a large black dog sitting up at her feet; she'd called the dog "Sinai" or "Sensei", something like that; it was vivid and unfading, and I knew that I was remembering her as a young girl, which raised yet another question; how long had I known this girl? Were we childhood sweethearts? Where did I meet her, and when? As I pondered, I slowly became aware of where my hand was; somehow, while I slept, my hand had found itself inside the back of her pyjama pants and was clutching her firm, warm, rounded buttock. I was stunned; what was I doing? I had no business touching her so intimately, and I tried to stealthily slide my hand away from the forbidden territory, but even that was enough to wake her. I tried to take my hand away, spluttering apologies, but she stopped my hand by putting her hand on mine, and touched my lips with her fingertip. "Sshhh, Jakku-san, it okay, you my husband, you allowed to hold me like that! It nice, please do not stop! Husband can hold me closer if he wish, he not hurt me, I would like him to hold me close again!" All the while, she'd been gently undulating against me, and now that involuntary reaction was happening again; I looked at her in ashamed embarrassment, but she just smiled at me and ground herself against me a little harder, her hand going around the back of my neck to gently pull my head down so she could kiss me lightly on the lips. "Husband and wife do lot of things together, all good; it part of love, Jakku-san want me show him how again?" she breathed, and I could only nod, my mouth suddenly too dry to speak. Teruko knelt up on the bed, switched on the bedside lamp, and began slowly unbuttoning her pyjama top, smiling gently all the while. I watched half in anticipation, half in trepidation, wondering what she was going to show me, or if I was even capable of understanding what she wanted us to do, a strange, not uncomfortable tightness beginning to make itself felt in the base of my scrotum as my erect penis suddenly throbbed insistently. She undid the last of the buttons and pulled off the top, her breasts spilling out into the lamplight, perfectly formed, opulent without being excessive, with beautiful, pale brownish-pink nipples, solidly erect in the lamplight. Suddenly, unaccountably, I had the urge to suck and squeeze those delicious looking nubs, and Teruko smiled as I reached out, almost mesmerised, to hold and feel those magnificent orbs. I suddenly looked into her eyes, realising what I was doing, and made to pull away, but she took my wrists and pulled my hands back onto her fabulous breasts. "It is allowed; you are my husband!" she grinned, her eyes twinkling as she smiled, and so I once again took those beautiful breasts in my hands, feeling the stiff firmness of the nipples against my palms, hearing her soft sigh as I gently rubbed them as I slid my hands all over those alluring breasts. I hadn't realised I'd moved closer to her, close enough to lean down and gently suck one of her nipples into my mouth, feeling the texture of the firm rubbery flesh against my lips as I nibbled, sucked and licked it, instinct filling in where knowledge lacked, my erection growing even harder and more insistent as sense-memories awakened, the almost cellular awareness that this was something I had done before, many times. Without even realising it, my other hand took hold of her other breast, and began twirling and lightly pinching the nipple in time to my sucking and nibbling of the one in my mouth. Absently I felt her hands on my head as she twined her fingers in my hair, holding me against her as I suckled and teased, her sighs and soft rippling murmurs letting me know that I was doing it just right. I felt her hand under my chin, and I looked up at her, to see her deep ruby lips smile invitingly, and instinctively, impulsively, I leaned in to kiss those curving red lips. As my lips brushed against hers, the sudden urge to kiss her rose up inside me, and I pulled her closer, her lips suddenly irresistible, my need to kiss her deeply suddenly almost overpowering. Teruko wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back just as enthusiastically, her tongue slipping between my lips to brush and wriggle against mine, the feeling hot, and clean, and very, very sexy! I broke off for air, to see her smiling happily at me. "Now I know Jakku-san not forget how to kiss me!" she grinned, and I had to grin back; with the golden lamplight bathing her skin in soft light, and her nipples glowing like dark coral jewels, she was beautiful and desirable, and something deep inside me was clamouring for her, a voice I could almost hear... Teruko slid of the bed, and turned slightly away from me to pull down the pyjama pants, wriggling the tight waistband over her shapely hips, her naked, beautifully firm buttocks jiggling delightfully and her breasts tolling like bells with her motion. She turned to face me again, her grin still very much in evidence, and her spectacular breasts now revealed in a their naked glory as she posed in front of me, her long, lithe legs and flat stomach a poem of symmetry and grace and feminine beauty. Her firm, protuberant breasts crowned with two stiff nipples atop delicious coral caps, her tiny waist and smoothly flaring hips curving round to her tight buttocks and inviting lumbar dimples, all formed an image in my mind that edged tantalisingly close to memory and recall. Her flat, taut belly rounded down to a crease of folded flesh between her slim thighs, a glistening mystery that made my heart slam and pound in my chest, but why I couldn't say. She was everything, and more, that I had imagined, and to now have her here, with me, ready to take me wherever I wanted to go, that thought was almost too much; how could I deserve something as gorgeous, as beautiful, as innocent as this? My penis was now almost unbearably hard; my scrotum, normally so loose and flaccid, was a tight saddle under the root of my cock, the pressure on both of them urgently needing to be released, to be relieved somehow. Teruko held out her hand to me, inviting me to join her, and I wordlessly slid off the bed, taking her hands as she gently teased me closer, finally curling her hand around my neck to gently, sweetly, but oh! so erotically, kiss and nibble my bottom lip, my nose full of the peach scent of her, and another, musky, tangy-sweet scent hovering just on the edge of perception, the smell of her own arousal. As she kissed me gently but firmly, her free hand brushed against my rigid cock in my shorts, my cock twitching and jumping as her hand brushed it again, this time the fingertips lingering for a second, feeling out the shape and texture of my erection. Teruko broke our kiss to look up at me and smile gently. "Husband excited, can I see please? I not hurt you, if you not like, I stop, I promise! " I swallowed again; I wanted her to hold me like that, to help me relieve the pressure inside me, to make this feeling, this sweet agony dissipate somehow, but I was scared and embarrassed too. Her gentle question helped to quell that, and I found myself nodding apprehensively, although a part of me wanted that very much indeed. She slid her hands down to my hips, and without taking her eyes from mine, began inching my shorts down, waiting for me to say 'stop', but I didn't; she was all I knew in the world, right now she was all I had, and I trusted her. At last my waistband slid over my hips and my shorts dropped to the floor. I looked away, biting my lip, in a fury of embarrassment at being naked in front of this beautiful girl, but Teruko gently turned my head back to her, her sweet smile still in place. "It is all right, Jakku-san, not look away! There is nothing to feel shame for, look, I am naked too! This normal, it proper for you and me. One day, you will be my husband, I will be your wife, so there can be no wrong thing between us." I looked into her eyes and saw the truth of what she was saying. My erection, meanwhile, had paid no attention to my inner turmoil, and stayed stubbornly, resolutely firm and unflagging, and now her warm little hand wrapped around the base, to give a gentle squeeze. I nearly fainted with the sensation; it felt strange, wonderful, and intense, plus a welter of other things I had no name for, all of them pleasurable, all of them centring on this girl who held me so intimately. Her hand began to pump gently, the sensation almost making me pass-out, it felt so good. She looked deeply into my eyes, and once again I was compelled to kiss her. While we kissed, and as she pumped my cock, her other hand began gently stroking and caressing my balls, making my eyes widen as the sensations inside me ramped-up, the need inside me growing huge and unmanageable any longer. I cried out as something inside me reached a crescendo, white hot waves of pleasure radiating out from my groin as my cock suddenly spurted on her, long jets bursting out of me to splash on her belly and between her breasts in a fury of release. Teruko continued to pump and squeeze my cock, urging more and more out of me, the thick, translucent spray splashing and running down her torso in thick, viscous rivulets. I stopped ejaculating, my cock still hard, still twitching, but that feeling of tension, of unbearable pressure had been relieved, and now I just felt relaxed; too relaxed, in fact; I was swaying with weariness, my knees feeling weak and my body almost overcome with fatigue. Teruko urged me onto the bed, where I flopped down, suddenly realising my heart was beating like a trip-hammer. I tried to catch my breath, and Teruko slowly inched me back onto the pillow, to lie prone while she wiped her torso with her pyjama top before climbing into bed with me and pulling the covers over both of us. I was tired, true, but I had some questions, and now, as I had her full attention, it seemed like a good time to ask her. "Teruko, what just happened? What was all...that...just now?" She looked at me calmly, and began to explain, as well as I could understand, the facts of life, or some of them, anyway... "So that stuff makes babies, yes?" I asked her, "So, are you going to have a baby then?" She grinned at me. "It need to be inside me for that, Jakku-san! I show you that soon. I not have baby yet, not until you ready for me have baby, but it nice to practice! In morning, if you ready, I can show you how, you like?" I nodded, and she smiled, her face lighting up. "Jakku-san not forget everything, I think! In morning will be better, must rest now, husband very tired, we have visitor tomorrow, so wake up early, yes?" Again I nodded, and she smiled. "Good, sleep now, my husband, dream of me, I dream of you every night, now dream come true, and I am so very happy! Goodnight Jakku-san, love you very much!" I hugged her close as she moulded her lovely naked body against mine, her lips brushing mine before she nestled her head into the hollow of my neck and closed her eyes with a happy sigh. When I awoke, I was surprised, and gratified, to discover I had a rigid, and rather impressively erect, penis poking solidly into Teruko's rear as she spooned against me. As I woke, her eyes fluttered open as she turned her head and gently stroked the side of my face with her fingertips. "I see Jakku-san truly not forget everything!" she giggled softly, her voice soft and melodic, musical and sweet. On impulse I nibbled her earlobe, and she giggled again. "That nice, I like that, do some more, please!" so I did, listening to her sighing as I gently licked and nibbled her earlobe. I could see her nipples erecting as I licked, and again, responding to some inner prompting, I slid my hand over her ribcage to cup and squeeze her breast, feeling the nipple firm and rubbery between my fingertips as I teased it to a solid rigidity. Teruko sighed, pushing her soft, yielding backside against my hard cock, the sensation awakening other promptings, urges that made me kiss and nibble her neck, her shoulder, and finally, as she turned to face me, her soft, invitingly red lips. As we kissed, the sensation feeling clean and safe, and exciting, her hands drifted down my now rigidly erect cock, taking hold of me as she had done the previous night, and rubbing the head of it as she squeezed the shaft. Her hands were sending electric jolts though my body, the pleasure mounting up my spine until it grounded in my brain, and a light went on as I realised what she wanted to do with me. Almost without thought I moved between her wide-spread thighs, supporting myself on my knees and elbows as she kissed me hard and urgently, at the same time gripping my now painfully rigid cock. As I thrust forward slowly, I felt the tip of my cock encounter a soft, warm heat, and a sensation almost like moist lips caressing me, and I realised I was almost inside her, something she wanted, by the look of encouragement, love and sheer need she gave me. As I dithered at the entrance, she slid down, her action causing my cock to slip inside her all the way. Teruko groaned, as did I at the tight, hot sensation of being so deep inside her, at the feel of her heat enclosing me, the firm, moist clasp of her pussy around me almost making me go off again like I had the previous night. Teruko smiled and pulled me gently down to her, kissing me softly, and I kissed her back, her lips and the feel of her skin awakening things inside me that wanted her this way. I began to move, instinct awakening again and showing me what to do, and she encouraging me, gently thrusting back against me, her pussy squeezing me in time to my thrusts into her. She smiled at me, and tears ran from the corners of her eyes. I stopped, panicked, thinking I was somehow hurting her, but she thrust back at me and urged me on, smiling and wiping the tears away. "Husband remember, Jakku-san remember how to make love, I so happy, I never think I make love to husband again, now he is here, he make love to me again, I am happy again!" The sight of her here, under me, her breasts pale and firm with her stiff nipples pressing into my chest, her sleek thighs wrapped around me, and her soft, inviting lips parted as her face slowly flushed, all these were awakening memories, other times we had done this. Shining Girl Ch. 04 Firstly, many thanks to Mriceman1964 for his editing and reality checks, all the good stufis, as usual, down to him, so kudo's to you, Mike! Thanks also to Unicorn64 for her thoughts, feelings and honesty! This is the last part of Jack and Teruko's story. As always, I caution the reader that this isn't the real world, it's just a reasonable facsimile thereof, my version in brief, so there are differences, some glaring, some not so obvious. Any reality the reader wants to invest in this story is entirely their responsibility, your interpretation of things is bound to be different to mine, so please, if you want to complain, do it about the pace, dialogue, content or premise, that's what the story is about, after all. I take all comment seriously, except for those that are from the obviously deranged or the truly disturbed; all other comment is treated as fair comment. I'm not here to censor your opinions, just to learn lessons if an obvious mistake has been made, and I do welcome fair and valid points about the work I've posted here. If you liked it, please rate it, if you didn't please tell me why. All the nasty for the sake of being nasty comments will get deleted, unless they make me laugh... beachbum1958 ______________________________________ Harry and I arrived back at the flat a few minutes after Sai Fong and Teruko. As I climbed out of the Jeep, Sai climbed in, kissing her fingertip and tapping me on the forehead with it. "See you about four o'clock, and pack warm, it's snowing all the way home!" With that she slammed the car door and the Jeep pulled away, the two of them heading back to their place in West London to pick up their bags for their weekend trip home. Teruko led me back indoors and disappeared into her old room, lugging back a wheeled suitcase, which I took away from her with an enquiring look. "We stay few days, so take warm clothes, mummy say it very cold now, must stay warm!"she smiled, looking hot, and sexy, and very appealing. Without thinking, I pulled her in close to me, enjoying immensely the feel of her against me, the scent of her hair, and the feel of her lips on my neck as she nibbled and grazed lightly on me. Teruko could feel my arousal as I held her, her own groin grinding deliciously against mine as she wriggled slowly against me. I looked down at her to see her looking up at me, her eyes huge and expressive as she smiled up at me. "Jakku-san relax now?" she asked softly, again rubbing herself against my straining cock before letting her hand trail down from my waist to brush against my throbbing erection. My own hands slipped from her waist to cup and squeeze her buttocks, hands instinctively remembering what my head had forgotten as I squeezed and kneaded her firm cheeks as I pulled them apart. Teruko responded by curling her hand around my neck, pulling my head down to kiss me on the lips, her tongue insinuating itself between my lips even as her other hand grasped and squeezed my cock through my jeans. Teruko abruptly broke our kiss and pulled back from me to look into my eyes. "Jakku-san still love me?" she asked, her face serious, and I nodded. "Yes, I still love you, Teruko, very much!" I grinned, and she grinned back, her small hand on my cheek. "Good, Jakku-san, I am happy, now show me!" I kissed her, a little tentatively at first, then more strongly, with more conviction as she kissed me back. Her hands fumbled with my belt as I slid my hands down inside her jeans to fondle and squeeze her tight, globular buttocks, enjoying the silky feel, and the springy firmness of them in my hands. Teruko tugged my belt open and popped the button on my jeans, tugging down my zipper to release the pressure against my suddenly raging cock. As she pushed my jeans down, I popped hers and pushed them down as well, running my hands over her smooth, silky thighs, the warm flesh exciting and arousing me as I continued to push her jeans down. Teruko stepped away from me to pull her jeans off, then pulled my sweater up, helping me pull it up over my head, along with my polo shirt. She then crossed her arms at her waist, and in one move pulled her sweatshirt off, revealing her tightly fettered breasts in a gauzy mesh bra, her nipples clearly visible through the filmy fabric. Her panties were a match for the bra, a few inches of lace-trimmed fabric that that swooped down to barely cup her pussy and disappeared into the cleft between her cheeks; wearing that ensemble was more erotic and arousing than if she'd stood before me completely naked, and I could feel my body responding in all sorts of ways to the beautiful sight before me. I kicked off my jeans, levered off my shoes and yanked my socks off, to stand before her in just my shorts, my arousal clearly visible to her. Her eyes glittered as she closed with me again, one hand around my neck as the other slid into my shorts, making me gasp in anticipation as her fingers encircled my rigid cock, a smile of anticipation on her lips. My response to her was to dip my head down and catch her erect nipple between my lips, feeling the firm rigidity of it through the material of her bra, making her gasp in return. As I gently nibbled her, I slid her panties down to catch and squeeze her buttocks, before sliding one finger between her slim thighs, rubbing it along the crease between her labia and feeling her sharp intake of breath as I slipped inside her. Teruko began pushing back against my hand as slid my finger in and out of her, following instinct, as I really didn't know what I was doing here, only that whatever it was, she liked it and definitely wanted more. As I increased the speed of my fingering, she did likewise, her hips thrusting her wet pussy against my hand faster and faster as her body responded to what I was doing. Her nipples were rigid, like two fingertips, pressing solidly into my mouth as I nibbled harder, alternating between both nipples and lightly tugging the stiff, rubbery flesh with my teeth through the mesh fabric of her bra. At the same time, her hand around my cock tightened its grip as she pumped me faster and faster, her movements in sync with mine, each of us driving the other on, our breath loud in our ears as we touched and rubbed so intimately. Teruko suddenly released her hold on me, and stepped away from me, her eyes mysterious, and a small grin on her lips. "Not like this, husband, this not way; it will be better here!" she whispered, indicating the bed. I nodded, sliding my shorts down to be fully naked, and hooking her panties as she turned away from me, sliding them completely off her to bare her spectacular backside in all its glory. I pulled her back against me, suddenly needing to hold those superb breasts again, my arms around her as my hands fondled her tits, my thumbs flicking her nipples through the damp cups of her bra where my saliva had soaked through when I was nibbling her. Teruko gasped and pushed herself back against me, slotting my aching cock into the cleft of her glorious bum, the cheeks cool and soft and firm against my overheated flesh. My hands slipped under the cups of her bra, to lightly pinch and squeeze her solidly erect nipples, Teruko gasping again and pushing herself even harder against me, my cock now a nexus of sweet agony at the touch of her, the feel of her, and the scent of her honey-dark hair as I kissed and nibbled her earlobe and her soft, delicate neck. We never made it to the bed, not really, not then; Teruko reached behind her and unclipped her bra, letting the garment hang from her shoulders as she leaned forward, one hand on the bed, the other holding my drooling cock, rubbing her thumb in the clear liquid pouring from the end, spreading it around the head. She took hold of me and rubbed me across her slit from the back, my cock jumping as the sensation of wet heat jolted through me. As she held me in place, driven by instinct and no certain knowledge of what I was doing, I pushed forward, both of us gasping out loud as my cock slid into her tight sheath. She let go of me as I drove forward, sliding in her to the hilt, then withdrawing, to slide in again, pumping my bone-hard erection into her enveloping warmth, little tremors running up and down my length as her cunt rippled around me. Teruko rested both hands on the bed, pushing back against me as I rammed forward into her, my hands around her hips to give myself purchase as we fucked standing up. I felt her hand underneath us, and realised she was rubbing herself even as I jammed myself into her, the tremors in her tight pussy becoming more marked a she approached the point of no return, the knowledge making my orgasm even more imminent. Her orgasm hit her like a hammer-blow, making her scream in release as her pussy squeezed and rippled along my length. The sensation was overwhelming, the newness of all this still resonating in my mind, and I couldn't hold back any longer, much as I was enjoying myself. I came with a loud gasp, a wordless groan of release as I exploded inside her, my seed bursting out of me in white hot streams, spurt after spurt as I poured myself endlessly into her, her pulsating sheath squeezing and milking my cock as I pumped my sperm into her. I could barely see or hear her for the roaring tumult in my head as the almost overwhelming orgasm exploded inside me; all I knew was the unimaginable sensation of release from that ball of tension that had been building in my groin, the apex of my thighs, and the pit of my stomach. My knees sagged as my orgasm vented itself, the flood of sperm dying down to a trickle inside her. I released her hips, and Teruko leaned forward to collapse on the bed, groaning as my cock slid from her, and a fat trickle of spunk running down her inner thigh, mute testimony to the amount of sperm I'd pumped inside her. As she lay on the bed, panting, she turned her head to look back at me, giving me a sweet, happy smile, and reaching back to take my hand. She turned to lie on her back, and held her hands out to me, calling me to her, and I couldn't resist her; this beautiful girl loved me, was in love with me, and I was in love with her, sister or not. I knelt on the bed, pulling her up to me and sliding into her embrace, her lips soft and warm, needful and hungry as they fluttered and drank in mine, and her tongue was sweet and warm as it darted between my lips, rubbing and touching mine and stirring something deep inside me. As we kissed, her hands roamed gently over me, touching my back, my shoulders, my chest and sides. Each touch of her hands sent a thrill through me, and an answering thrill at the apex of my thighs. Even after coming so hard, my erection hadn't really abated at all, and Teruko made an appreciative noise as her hands found me. It was my turn to groan, now, as she wrapped her small hand around me and squeezed as she slowly pumped me as she kissed me. As our kisses increased in fervour, she pushed me gently backwards, urging me to lie back, until I was flat on my back, her lips glued to mine as she pumped and squeezed me, making me hot for more of her. Teruko broke our kiss to sit up and swiftly throw her leg over me, straddling me. My hands instinctively reached down and caught her firm bum cheeks, squeezing, kneading and savouring the taut flesh. Teruko sat up, then, with her hand still wrapped around my cock, slowly rubbed the wet, sticky head across the wet lips of her pussy. The sensation of wet heat as she did that felt amazing, Teruko holding me in place, aiming me, as she slowly sank down, impaling herself on me. Once again my cock slipped into the hot, smooth, tightness that was her pussy, the feel of her enveloping me almost indescribable as she sank down on me. When I'd bottomed-out in her, she leaned forward, placing her hands on the bed on each side of my head, and dipped down to kiss me, slowly rocking her hips as she did so. As she lay along my chest, her lips glued to mine, her nipples poked solidly into me, and when she sat up again, I reached up to squeeze and lightly pinch those nipples, enjoying the firm feel of the stiff nubs between my fingers and against my palms as I cupped and fondled her spectacular breasts. Teruko held my hands against her as she rose and fell, her pussy clenching and releasing rhythmically as she pumped. My hands slipped down to her waist, holding her as she ground against me, our world narrowing down to the just the two of us as we moaned and gasped and whispered as we made love. Teruko stopped abruptly, her breathing heavy but not yet blown and breathless. I opened my eyes to see her smiling secretly at me, her eyes dancing. She slowly raised herself up, holding me as I slipped from her, then once again holding me in place as she slid down on me again, but this time it was different, harder to penetrate her, her entrance now suddenly tighter and more sinewy. I suddenly realised what she was doing, where she was putting me, and my surprise must have shown in my eyes, because she smiled and leaned down to lick my lips. "This was Jakku san favourite way, this a good way, make Jakku san feel very good!" she smiled as my cock slid slowly into her glove-tight anus. When I was all the way in, she began sliding herself up and down on me, her rectal tube gripping me tighter than her pussy had, her anal muscles milking me even as she slid herself up and down. I began lifting up to meet her, pumping into her as she ground down against me, my hands clenched tight around her superb buttocks to pull her into me as I pumped into her. Teruko smiled at me, and suddenly stopped grinding against me. "There is better way, Jakku san, please to wait!" she whispered, sliding herself off me, my cock slipping out of her anus with an almost audible 'pop'. She lay on the bed, lifting her legs behind her knees to pull her pelvis up, her stretched little anus winking at me. "Now Jakku san continue!" she grinned, and, moving like a man in a trance, I shuffled between her outstretched legs to push my cock against her tempting anus. Almost immediately, the head of my cock slipped into her, past her already open sphincter, and, as I leaned up over her, all the way back into her beautiful arse. Teruko slipped her calves over my shoulders, the backs of her thighs virtually against my chest as I leaned over her until we were almost nose to nose. My penetration felt much deeper in this position, and I was able to pump into her harder, something I wanted to do so badly. "This feel so good, husband, please, do harder, it feel good...!" she gasped as I hammered into her, her tight anus rippling and sucking at my cock as I jammed it into her for all I was worth. I was fucking her hard now, no gentle love-making this, no, this was raw fucking, primal, animalistic, something out of the blood and the bone and the dark forests of the hind-brain, primitive and instinctual. Deep down inside, I knew I was claiming her for myself, as mine and mine alone, my woman, my mate, the instincts and drives of a million years pushing me to sate myself with her, to imprint myself on her and mark her as mine, and keep her at all costs. Teruko was gasping as her cervix clenched and fluttered inside her, beating against the thin membrane separating her pussy from the place I was fucking, orgasms rippling and chasing through her as we fucked wildly. Her round creamy thighs pressed up against me, her lovely face contorted in the rictus of orgasm again and again, and her proud breasts and stiff nipples danced as we pumped and hammered against each other. I came with an animal roar of release, my cockhead swelling to wedge inside her as what felt like gallons of spunk bulleted out of me, splashing inside her in long thick jets of man-syrup, coating her bowels with my tribute. Teruko screamed as she came, the sensation of me exploding inside her setting her off on her own gargantuan climax, her entire body shuddering and spasming as wave after wave of pleasure roared and rushed through her. I slumped down on top of her, Teruko holding me tight as she spasmed and shuddered in aftershock, her own storm ebbing and gradually dying away. We rolled onto our sides, my cock sliding from her easily, lubricated by all the sperm I'd pumped into her as it trickled out of her to drip and pool on the bed. Teruko finally opened her eyes to smile at me and kiss me gently, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "That is how husband make love to wife, my husband! You are truly my husband, and I am your wife, and now we go home and be with family. This is what we must do, it is right thing, yes?" I suddenly realised that I did indeed want to go 'home'; she needed that other part of her family, and I had been too churlish and self-involved to understand that until now; everything Harry had said to me came back into focus as I realised how right he was, and how wrong I'd been, and selfish, and cowardly. My girl wanted me to take her home, so home was where I would take her, and I would just have to rely on her to guide me around my mother, trusting her to make sure I didn't put a foot wrong, the thing I was most concerned about. It was fine, and warm, and loving, to lie there holding her, seeing her glorious eyes light-up and sparkle as she laughed and smiled, her beautiful, generous mouth with its natural smile curve, her cute little button nose, and the cascade of dark honey-blonde hair, long and glossy, and fine as spider-silk, a gossamer net of spun burnt gold that veiled us both when she leaned over me to kiss me. Eventually, though, we had to stop; we needed to have showers, pack, strip the bed and throw the sheets into the washer for a quick cycle (and after what we had been doing, they needed it!), make sure all the windows were locked, and all the appliances off and unplugged. Teruko did all that while I was having a shower, then she ran in while I was drying-off and getting my stuff together. I didn't know what to take; so much of my stuff was for someone bigger-built than me, so I just pulled everything out of my wardrobe and waited for her to come out of the shower to help me choose. We were all packed long before four o'clock, Teruko helping me pick out and pack the warmest clothes I had that actually fitted me, and a pile of thick sweaters and winter socks. She'd packed a selection of jeans and T-shirts, and her suede Ugg boots, ugly, graceless things, but very fashionable, and apparently very warm. She'd chosen to travel in tight, bright red ski salopettes and a light sweater, with a red North Face snow jacket over the top, Salomon snow boots and a red Peruvian felt hat, and with her long dark-gold hair in two braids ended in Christmas bows hanging down under it, she looked cute and adorable, like one of Santa's Little Helpers, and delicious enough for me to take a large bite; perhaps I would, when no-one was looking... Harry arrived not long after four, helped me stow our case and flight bag with the few Christmas gifts Teruko had managed to find for our mother when she wasn't sitting her vigil by my bedside, and we set off, Harry driving with Sai Fong in the front passenger seat, and Teruko holding me tightly in the back seat, all smiles now that she was going home again for the first time in months, since my...'accident', in fact. The drive home was uneventful. The roads were mostly clear until we were outside Bicester in Oxfordshire, when the snow, a minor annoyance on the motorway for most of the way, began to make itself felt, occasionally so thick that Harry had to slow to a crawl. We could feel the Jeep shuddering as the wind slammed into it, the snow at times flying almost horizontally ahead of us. Sai Fong flicked on the radio, tuned to BBC Radio Oxford, and pressed the Radio Data System button. We immediately began to hear snow reports for most of the county, blizzard conditions and treacherous road conditions as far as Birmingham; the M42 Westbound, the M5, and the M40 were all being closed, so Harry had to take a long, looping, eastward detour to pick up the M1, which was still open, as was the M6, which would then give us a clear run West to Shropshire via the M54. Shining Girl Ch. 04 The going got steadily worse, the Jeep skidding and slewing in the slippery new snow piling up ahead of us until Harry finally shook his head and stopped, cranked the car into neutral and engaged the 4WD, before starting up again and putting her into gear. The car immediately lightened as the 4-wheel drive engaged, and Harry looked back over his shoulder to grin at me "You know, Jack, I was going to buy a Bronco, but it had manual hubs, so right now, you and I'd be out in that, trying like buggery to rotate the free-wheel hubs to lock them! Thank you Chrysler for Shift-On-The-Fly!" I had to grin, he seemed so happy, although I hadn't a clue what he was talking about. But whatever the difference was between this 'Bronco' and the Jeep we were in, at least now we weren't skidding and sliding, the car seemed sure-footed again, and we were actually making some headway against the weather conditions. Teruko was looking sleepy, so I undid her seatbelt and urged her to lie down on the seat, taking her jacket off and wadding it up as a pillow for her on my lap, and covering her with my warm Barbour jacket. As she lay down, she slipped her hand under my thigh, holding herself against me on the seat. "Thank you husband, I sleep for little while, wake me, please, when we get home?" I stroked her hair, enjoying the feel of the silky strands, and she smiled at me, yawned and sighed, and fell asleep almost immediately. The car was warm, and I was unoccupied, there was no scenery to see, just snow falling in the dark and the lights of cars going the other way, and I must have fallen asleep myself, lulled by the muted growl of the Chrysler V6 up front, because the next thing I knew the car was cornering, shaking me enough to wake me up. I looked blurrily out the window, seeing street lights and houses, traffic, and no sign of snow. Sai Fong looked back at me, smiling. "Welcome back, Jack, you've been out like a light for three hours! Nearly there, we're just at Frankwell, so two minutes and we'll be back at your place. You might want to wake Teruko up...?" I took the hint, and kissed Teruko on her ear, making her smile as her eyes fluttered open. "Wake up, little sister, we're nearly there!" I breathed into her ear, and she turned to look at me, smiling. "Thank you for let me sleep, Onii-san, it very nice to sleep next to you, you are very warm, most comfortable!" She sat up, yawning and stretching, the sight of her thrusting breasts as she stretched making my cock stir in my jeans, and shrugged her snow jacket back on just as we turned into Kennedy Road, where Teruko told me I had grown up. None of it looked familiar, nor did the high-walled series of buildings and rolling ground I could see. I asked Teruko what that was, and she looked sadly at me. "That where you go to school, Onii-san, it where you play rugby for school, and for county, you love rugby more than anything, you still not remember?" I drew a complete blank; nothing here was familiar, nothing was giving me any flashes or images. As I stared out the window, Harry pulled into the drive of a large detached house, light flooding out as a door was suddenly opened and a figure stood silhouetted there. Teruko was opening the door even before the car came to a halt, flinging herself into the arms of the tall woman who stood there, my mother, a large dog by her side with its tail wagging hysterically at the sight of Teruko. Sai Fong joined her, my mother hugging her as well, while Harry helped me bring our stuff in, spits of snow beginning as we walked to the door. My mother smiled at me, and I saw fleetingly my resemblance to her, my eyes looking back at me from her, then haltingly, tentatively, she hugged me, almost as if she was afraid of me; and she was, but not of me; she was afraid I would reject her, that I would resent a stranger being so familiar with me. Teruko was watching me hopefully as my mother and I embraced, waiting for a sign that something had changed. But I had no sudden flash of returning memory; I still didn't know this woman, and it must have shown in my eyes. The look of hope faded, to be replaced by one of disappointment, and a momentary sadness, before she smiled again, pleased that at least I hadn't pulled away, hadn't rejected her out of hand. I went to pet the dog, a large, muscular-looking black Labrador, but he backed away from me, tail low and rigid, a warning growl rumbling in his chest. Teruko looked shocked. "Senshi, no! This Jakku-san, you know Jakku-san, what wrong with you? Bad dog!" The dog looked at her and whined unhappily, backing up against her legs to place himself between us, his hackles still raised and threatening, obviously not at all happy about me being there. "I sorry, Jakku-san, not know why he do that, he bad dog!" At her feet, the dog whined again at the tone of her voice, but refused to sit or leave her side. While this by-play was going on, Harry dragged in the suitcase from the porch and put the flight bag down, my mother smiling at him. "You must be tired after that long drive, Harry! Please, stay for dinner, you're both very welcome, you know that!" Harry grinned his thanks at her. "Thank you, Mrs. C, that's very kind of you but we really have to be going; Dad's expecting us, and the snow's coming on; it's a 25-mile drive home, so we really need to get a move on!" She hugged him, and then Sai Fong again, then waited while they clambered back into the Jeep. Harry started the engine then wound down the window. "See you in the morning, Jack, weather permitting! The girls want to go shopping in Telford, so we'll be here early. See you then!" He wound the window back up and backed out onto the road, turned, and was gone. Mother shut the door and ushered us into a large, comfortable sitting room with big, soft couches and armchairs, and a large fire burning in the hearth. She had to take the dog by his collar, though, and drag him into the other room, as he wasn't happy about me being anywhere near Teruko, his growl a continuous threatening rumble in his throat, the kind of growl that ended in someone's throat... Teruko was at a loss to explain it; the dog's behaviour had unnerved her, and she took pains to reassure me that he was never aggressive and must be unwell, that was the only possible explanation. Mother came back and sat down, asking me about the drive up, if I was comfortable, if I'd like a hot drink, small talk and pleasantries, doing her best to put me at my ease, bless her, but it wasn't necessary; this room was somehow immensely comforting, and I already felt at ease. I leaned back into the couch, following my mother's injunction to 'relax, don't be so formal, this is your home, you know!', and found that I did indeed feel at home. Teruko snugged herself up against me on the couch; she'd removed her salopettes, and was wearing a short, knitted sweater dress that she must have had on underneath the whole time; it was tight and very brief, barely covering her bottom. She sat with her legs folded and her delicate little feet tucked underneath herself, resting her head on my shoulder, leaving me to admire her sexy knees and long, shapely thighs. After chatting for a few more minutes, mother excused herself, Teruko following her, to get dinner on the table while I sat and looked around the room, examining somewhere that had once meant so much to me, but was now completely unfamiliar, not even one of those little twinges of memory I was becoming so used to hinting that I had been here before, that this was where I was from. I was still gazing around when the door, into the dining room, I assumed, opened and Teruko popped her head in. "Please to come, Jakku-san, dinner ready now," although the delicious smell had already alerted me. Teruko directed me to the cloakroom to wash my hands, and I followed her to the dining room. Mother had cooked what she assured me had been my favourite, Cottage Pie, and it smelled wonderful, and suddenly, now , here were those little twinges of memory, telling me that I had indeed eaten this before, here, cooked by her. Someone once said that smell is the most evocative of all the senses, that a single smell can recall a whole lifetime of experiences; I can attest to the truth of that; nothing here had seemed familiar, but now, the smell and taste of my mother's cooking were flicking switches I wasn't aware I had, and now that sense of home was growing, that feeling of near-familiarity, stronger and with more associations than déjà-vu, the feeling of recall tantalisingly out of reach, but near enough to sense and feel the reality of it; these were not phantom memories or fantasies; this was me, still buried deep down, but awakening, I was sure. The meal was fabulous, hot and savoury and delicious, and all the way through it I was remembering those aromas, the tastes and textures, the other associations crowding closer and closer, almost, almost, bursting through. I now had no doubt that this was my home; every sense I had was screaming at me 'you know this place, you've been here before, you've done this, you've sat here before, this is yours, this is your home!' Everywhere I looked, almost-memories pushed at me, things catching my eyes and beckoning me, pleading with me, shouting at me, shouting 'look at me, Jack, remember me, you know me, Jack, it's me, remember me, try, jack, try!' It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on eating; whatever was happening in my head was too deafening, too much was trying to happen, overload was setting-in, making me dizzy as I spun and reeled in the midst of a chaotic swirl of the almost-familiar. I stopped eating to rest my head in my hand, a pounding wave of dizziness making the room waver, and suddenly my mother was there, her hands soft on me, hands I could almost recall, the feel of them warm and reassuring; she was my mother, this was my home, I belonged here... In the distance, from wherever he was confined, the dog began barking, a continuous high-pitched excited belling as he gave voice, something disturbing him, his clamour adding to the pounding inside my head. I was only hearing him with one corner of my mind; everything else was being swamped by waves of something like, and yet somehow completely different to, déjà-vu, my head swimming as my brain tried to cope with the sensory overload. A blizzard of half-remembered feelings and blurred images was unreeling relentlessly in no sense or order, a meaningless jumble of fragments, but an avalanche of them, blotting-out the room as they roared into me. "Jack, darling, what is it; you've gone pale, are you alright? Jack, what's wrong?" The concern in her voice sent another jolt through me, another tumult of almost-memories making my head spin again, making me groan as the room orbited around me. My stomach lurched, teetering on the edge of violent nausea for a second, before backing down again as a fresh wave of dizziness flooded through me. "Teruko, get his jacket! Jack, I'm putting your jacket on you, try and help me here, we have to get you to Accident and Emergency, can you stand up?" "No, no more hospitals, please!" I managed to gasp out. "I just need to lie down, must be tired, please, just let me lie down!" Somehow, and I have no clear notion how, my mother and Teruko managed to get me up that one short flight of steps and into the bedroom at the top of the stairs; I felt gentle hands unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my snow-boots off, and the covers being pulled up over me, the room spinning and gently revolving around me as whatever was happening to me ran its course. I tried shutting my eyes, but it didn't help. I tried focussing on one thing in the room, something to fix my attention in an attempt to brake the spinning room, and an oblong plaque on the dresser caught my eye. It was a ceramic ornament of some sort, but even as I stared at it, I could feel more prickles of memory popping and fizzing like microscopic bubbles against the surface of my mind, as it too began to shout at me, demanding that I recognise it; and I did, in a shock so profound that the room slammed to a halt as I saw Teruko give me that plaque, and once again heard her read it to me, mother, and an elderly man, my grandfather, there in the room, dancing firelight, the smell of pine needles and...and... I woke with a start in my bed, and glanced at my dresser clock; almost 2 a.m. and I was starving. Teruko was lying next to me, deeply asleep, wrapped in my bathrobe and thick fluffy slippers on her feet, so I eased out of bed and slid my jeans on, wondering why my snow-boots were next to the bed, why my jeans were so loose and having to pull my belt in another notch past the usual buckle-hole, and briefly, why the dog was lying across the door; usually, if Teruko fell asleep in my room, or anywhere in the house, for that matter, Senshi would be found stretched out snoring on the floor right next to her; he was never more than a couple of feet from her, but now he was all the way across the room, lying like one of Landseer's lions in Trafalgar square, in the classic 'couchant' position, on his stomach, paws stretched out in front of him, his head up and watching me closely. Odd, I thought, and then dismissed the thought as my stomach rumbled again. I slipped on a pair of loafers and a sweater, and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, Senshi watching me and making no effort to move out of the way, forcing me to step over him. When I looked in the fridge, oh joy, mum had made Cottage Pie, my favourite, so I spooned some onto a plate and popped it into the microwave, then wandered into the living room to wait while it heated-up. I sat down and picked up the TV remote, Senshi suddenly appearing from nowhere to jump up on the sofa and huff gently at my neck, looking for a share of my snack, no doubt. For some reason, he seemed intensely interested in me; normally, once he'd figured out I had no snacks for him, he buggered off back to wherever Teruko was, as I was no longer important enough for his attention. He was a one-woman dog, and yet now he was all over me, sniffing and nipping at me, licking my face, which I hate (only one person on this entire planet gets to lick my face, and he didn't look anything like her...), and sticking his nose in my ear. I kept pushing him away, but for some reason he'd suddenly decided I was irresistible; mum had one unbreakable rule; chairs are for humans, and dogs belong on the floor, and if she'd seen this idiot dog trampling all over her couch there would be things said, I knew that for a fact. "Down boy, down!" I shouted softly, anxious not to wake everyone else, but Senshi wasn't having any of it, he was excited about something, and he wanted me to share in it with him. Eventually I gave up, unable to push him off the couch: it's quite difficult to budge an 80lb Labrador when he doesn't want to be budged, so I settled for clamping his head under my arm to stop his incessant attempts to lick my face. I flicked on the TV and the satellite box, and turned to the news channel, to watch in puzzlement and growing alarm as weather reports started talking about blizzard conditions in the Midlands and across the Oxfordshire plain, road closures, downed power lines; in June? What the hell was going on? And then that damned dog decided to start barking at me, his 'play' bark, the one he uses when he and Teruko are outside with a tennis ball and his squeaky rubber chicken, a huffing, breathy bark, high-pitched and attention-seeking, his tail going like a propeller as he barked happily at me. I wrestled with him, trying to grab his snout and clamp his mouth shut, confident that he wouldn't bite me, he wasn't that kind of dog, and finally succeeding, hopefully before mum or Teruko heard him and came to see what was going on. I picked up the remote to turn the volume down even lower, and my eye caught the date at the bottom of the screen. I froze in disbelief, the pit of my stomach dropping away as though I'd swooped down a fairground slide; December 21st, not June, not summer at all. I dropped the remote in shock, staring at the screen, knowing it couldn't possibly be right, but the evidence of my eyes was irrefutable; it was there on screen; news reports, pictures, and that shocking date at the foot of the screen impossible to argue with. Where the hell had six months gone, where the fuck had I been, what was going on? Answers, I needed answers, mum would know, she'd tell me. I ran upstairs, the dog racing after me, my hunger forgotten, to knock, and knock again at my mother's bedroom door. I guess I knocked louder than I knew, because suddenly Teruko was there was well, looking sleepy, and rumpled, and delicious. Mum opened her door and saw the look on my face. "Jack, what's the matter, what happened, how are you feeling, is something wrong?" I was nearly gibbering with panic now, trying to make things come out right in my head. "Mum, what happened to me, where's six months gone, why don't I remember them, what's going on?" Mum had started when called her 'mum', a strange look in her eyes as she looked closely at me. "Jack, you...you know who am, don't you?" she whispered, and I nodded. "Of course I know who you are, what kind of question is that? Tell me, mum, please, what's going on, where's the year gone, why is it nearly Christmas, why don't I remember anything, how did I get here?" Mum was crying, as was Teruko, and no-one was answering my questions, until she took my hand and led me into her bedroom, sitting me down on her bed. She kept hold of my hand as she sat next to me. "Jack, what's the last thing you remember?" I looked at her sideways; what was she on about now? "That's easy, mum, Teruko and I were planning on having Harry and Sai Fong over for dinner...so how did we get here? I don't remember driving up here at all! What...?" Mum squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. "Jack, you've been...sick, since June. Harry brought you home yesterday, both of you, to spend some time with me. How much do you remember, of anything? What's the last thing you remember, seriously?" I had to think for a few seconds. "Going shopping in Lewisham, I parked-up behind the Matalan store, and we took a short-cut through the Docklands Light Railway station. Harry and Sai Fong were coming to dinner and...and that's all I remember. What happened to me, how did I get sick? Why can't I remember anything else? Tell me, please!" Mum looked away, her lip trembling, picking her words carefully. "Darling, you were...mugged, in Lewisham Station, the boy had a gun, you tried to get to Teruko, and...and, he...shot you...oh Jack, we thought we'd lost you, it was so bad, you lost so much blood, they got you to hospital in time, but the damage...the bullet...!" She was crying again, obviously deeply distressed, her grip on my hand like iron. I could only sag in shock; I'd been shot? Why was I still alive, HOW was I still alive, if that were true? My total shock and confusion must have shown on my face, mum taking my face between her hands to look into my eyes and speak slowly, calmly as I flinched in shocked reaction. "Darling, you were in a coma, in hospital in London, since June; Teruko stayed with you the whole time, six months day and night. You finally woke up almost two weeks ago, but you had amnesia, almost total retrograde amnesia, they called it; you didn't know me, Teruko, Harry, anybody, nothing about your life, your job, nothing; it was like losing you again...! Harry brought you home hoping that this would happen, that you'd remember us, everything..." She paused to wipe her eyes. "This evening, at dinner, you got sick, confused, we put you to bed, do you remember any of that?" I shook my head numbly, too stunned to think coherently. Shining Girl Ch. 04 Teruko climbed into my lap and laid her head in the crook of my neck, her arms like a vice around my neck as she cried silently. I tried to make sense of all this, to try and make things match-up and come out even, but even in the extremity of my shock and disorientation, I couldn't help but be hotly aware of how beautiful a girl I was holding on my lap, and I suddenly realised just how it might have been for them. For me, no time had passed, I had lost six months, but they hadn't, they'd had to wait for me, perhaps waiting for me to die, and yet mum, and Teruko, especially, had never given up, they'd waited and hoped and now I was back. Perhaps I should wait to find out what came next; right now my mum and Teruko were crying, they needed me, and I needed them if I was ever going to get past the shocks of the last few minutes. Something she'd said was troubling me... "Mum, you said I woke up two weeks ago; what have I been doing, where have I been since then?" Mum smiled at me through her tears, her fingers warm against my cheek. "You didn't exactly 'wake-up', it was a lot slower than that; it took several weeks, first your eyes opened, then they started moving, vague and unfocussed, to be sure, but it was a sign that things were returning to normal with you, then your arms and hands. The hospital said the biggest breakthrough was when Teruko woke up one morning to find you'd turned over in the night and were lying on your side." "When you were fully awake they kept you in hospital while they ran their tests; you only came out a couple of days ago. Your specialist at the hospital warned us that what was likely to happen after you woke up would be that you would enter what he called a 'fugue' state; I didn't really understand, but he told me one of the characteristics is sudden unplanned travelling or wandering off, which is why Teruko stayed by your side twenty-four hours a day. Mr. Hunter also said that the fugue would pass, but it could be days, weeks, or even months, but when it did pass, there was usually no memory of anything that took place while you were in that state. I suppose you've come out of the fugue now, but we still need to get you to the Royal Shrewsbury in the morning; you really frightened us this evening!" Teruko loosened her hold on my neck and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Please to forgive, Jakku-san, I am sorry, please forgive me!" I stroked her hair as I held her tightly against me, brushing her hair out of her eyes as I looked into them.. "What is there to forgive, Imoto?"I asked, watching the tears gather again. "When you...when you in hospital, I wait and hope and pray, I beg the ancestors, make offering to the gods to help you, bring you back. Every day I ask, every day they not help, they not bring you back, I stop hoping, and I give up, I pray that you go, so I can follow you. I give up, Jakku san, I lose hope and wait for you to die, I am sorry!" She was crying now, hot tears streaming down her cheeks, tears I tried to wipe away, but I was shaken by her confession, that she'd lost hope and planned to follow me when I died, and I hugged her fiercely, feeling her soft yielding body mould against mine. "You would do that, little sister?" I whispered in her ear. "My life for you, Onii-san, only for you, cannot live without you!" she replied, her arms tightening around me again as she hugged herself even closer, her lip still quivering. Mum straightened up and brushed my cheek with her fingertips. "Jack, darling, I know you're feeling confused right now, and you have every reason to be, but you're home now, and I want you to stay for a while; will you do that? You need to have someone look after you for a while, someone who can answer your questions, and you need to recuperate. Teruko's been doing an incredible job, you'll never know what she went through, but she's close to the edge herself, she was too young to take on so much, and she's almost worn-out; she needs some proper rest and care before she has a breakdown. Before all this you originally planned on going back after Christmas, but I really think you should wait until after the New Year. Will you do that for me? Will you stay and let me look after you? Please?" She had tears in her eyes when she finished, and I could only do one thing when she put it like that. "I'd like that, mum, I really would, and thank you; it will be nice to be home again for Christmas!" Inside I was still reeling from the shock; half a year, gone, it made no sense; for me June was yesterday, and suddenly I'd stepped through a door from summer into the deep mid-winter, the calendar in my head spinning crazily as it tried to account for the lost time. I needed to sleep on this, I wanted to think, but most of all I wanted to find that magic door back into summer, before all this weird nightmare ever happened... "Mum, what about my job, do I still have one, what am I going to do?" She smiled gently. "It's okay, Jack, you're on Sick-Leave, you have been since you were first injured. General Sullivan has been in constant contact with me, so he's fully up to speed on developments, you saw him this morning, but of course you don't remember that, do you? As far he's concerned, you're no earthly use to him or yourself until you've rested and recuperated fully, so you're on the sick list for the next few months, on full pay, of course; there are still some benefits to being a Civil Servant!" I felt quite indignant. "I feel fine, how can they put me in dry-dock like that, I have rights...!" Mum held up her hand to silence me. "Darling, look in the mirror, please..." Puzzled, I did as she asked, pulling the cover off her dressing mirror, and reeling back in shock; who the hell was that? Not me, surely! I looked again, and the gaunt figure in the mirror aped my movements, his eyes deep-set and ringed with dark circles, his cheekbones standing out in high-relief, his cheeks sunken and pale, and deep hollows at the temples making his face look harsh and angular. I was shocked and appalled at my appearance; I'd lost so much weight I could barely recognise myself, I looked like I'd just come off a radical crash-diet, or something that lived in a crypt and only came out at night; my skin looked dry and sallow, my hands were like skeletal claws, the tendons in my neck were taut and clearly visible, and my hair was lank and lifeless. Teruko slowly pulled me away from my horrified study of myself, slipping the cover back over the mirror; now I really believed mum's story, now it all seemed real; no wonder none of my clothes fitted! "You not need mirror, you still my Jakku san, eyes not changed, still beautiful, still Jakku san eyes! Everything else need time only, you are back, and you are well, that is all I need. I help you, mummy help you, all your friends help you, very soon you be OK again, I promise!" Mum and Teruko led me back downstairs, where my food was waiting for me, almost forgotten in the shock of discovering what had happened to me. Mum's Cottage Pie was as savoury and delicious as it had always been, and I stuffed unashamedly, mum filling plate after plate as I wolfed it down; I was owed this, I rationalised; after having been fed God knows what for six months in the hospital, mum's cooking was a joy and a feast for the senses! As I ate, mum filled me in on what had been happening while I was busy being comatose; she told me about Harry and his unflagging faith that I'd pull through somehow, of grandad and his distress and despair, tugging yet another string in my heart, of Teruko's months-long vigil by my bedside, heartbroken, but undefeated, that small spark of faith and optimism guttering low but never quite extinguishing, keeping her there by my bedside even as hope languished and despair crept in. I looked at her, unable to believe how lucky I was to have her for my own, Teruko turning away and blushing as she saw my thoughts in my eyes. Eventually I'd had enough, mum and Teruko grinning as I finally pushed my plate away, stuffed to the gills and satisfied in a way that I couldn't remember being for a very long time. Teruko stroked my face as I finished eating. "It good to see you eat well again, I have missed you do that, I never thought I see again! It is good you eat well now, Jakku san, you must put weight back on, you must exercise, but not now, gradually, little by little. Headmaster at school say you can use gymnasium there if you wish, he is happy to hear you getting better, all school send good wishes for you!" While Teruko and I talked, mother had poked the fire back up in the living room, and now she beckoned us through, a single table lamp and the fire filling the room with a soft golden glow. I plumped down on the couch in front of the fire, Teruko taking up her usual place huddled against me, her feet tucked up under her and her arm through mine. We sat there companiably, mum smiling happily as we talked in low voices about what came next, our immediate plans, such as they were, and how we were going to celebrate Christmas, normal, family things, no more trauma and weirdness, well no more than usual, given the history of my family... Finally, mum yawned for the last time and stood up, wrapping her robe tightly about herself. "Kids, I'm going up; I can barely keep my eyes open, don't forget to put the fire-guard on when you go to bed. Goodnight, darlings!" She trailed her hand across my cheek then stroked Teruko's hair and went upstairs, leaving the two of us cuddled together on the couch, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the softness of the couch. The shock was receding as I began to emotionally accept that I had lost half a year, my rational side gradually overruling the emotional side, some sort balance beginning to assert itself. Eventually Teruko climbed off the couch and pushed the fire-guard into position, making sure it was locked in place, then took my hand. "Come Onii-san, it is very late, must get rest. I am going to Telford in morning with Sai Fong, you cannot come, please to spend time with mummy, I will not be long! Come, bedtime now!" With that she took my hand, and I willingly followed her, switching off the lamp as we passed, and looking around the room in the warm firelight, my home. Teruko went to go to her room, but I pulled her into mine, listening to her suppressed giggle as I gently tugged her along the corridor. Mum knew about us, she had no real problem anyway, as far as I knew, so I saw no harm in having my girl stay with me for the rest of the night. She seemed to feel the same way, dropping my robe from her shoulders to stand before me in just a bum-skimming Tee-shirt and tight panties. I was almost drooling when I saw this, it was my favourite sleep-wear, apart from her bare skin, that is, and her cheeky grin only served to make her look even more desirable and, to be honest, madly fuckable. I beckoned her closer and lifted the hem of her Tee, Teruko lifting her arms so I could pull it over her head to leave her standing there in just her little pussy-cupping panties. As I slipped my hands around her to clench and squeeze her lovely, firm bum cheeks, she grasped hold of my almost supernaturally hard cock and squeezed, making me groan with the need to unload something inside her, soon! Teruko unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper, her hands slipping inside to squeeze me through my shorts. That did it! I pushed down my jeans and kicked them off, tugged off my sweater and pulled her close, my hands pushing down her panties and pulling her cheeks apart, making her gasp into my mouth as our lips crushed together. My steely cock was trapped between us, something she took into account as she began rolling her hips from side to side, rolling my cock between our bellies as we kissed like mad things, consumed with lust and need. Her hip motion was torturing me, inflaming me as images of us making love, of the things we'd done, and still wanted to do, rose up and danced in my head; right now, I wanted to fuck her in every hole, I wanted to fill her up as never before; they'd told me I had been in stand-by mode for six months, but I was awake and aware now, and that meant I had a lot of catching up to do; Teruko said I needed exercise; good, right now I knew exactly what exercise I wanted to do the most! Teruko felt my cock stiffening even further as I thought about her and what we could do, and broke our kiss to turn to the bed, obviously intending to climb in. I had other ideas, snaking my hands up her torso to cup and squeeze her breasts, feeling her bullet-hard nipples as I pulled her in close to me, kissing her neck and nibbling her ear as I groped and plundered those spectacular breasts. She moaned and pushed back against me, trapping my cock in the deep, warm valley between her cheeks. I could only hold her like this for so long; I wanted more, I wanted her, I wanted to be inside her, making love to my love, and so, reluctantly, I released her, leading her instead to the bed. As soon as we climbed under the covers, Teruko turned to me, pulling me in for a fierce kiss, her arms locked around my neck. She surprised me with the intensity of her kiss, but I kissed her back with equal firmness and commitment; I loved this girl, and kissing her was still my favourite pastime! As we kissed we drifted down the bed until she was somehow under me, and it was the most natural thing in the world to slide my aching cock into her warm tightness, the feeling drawing a mutual gasp as we coupled. Her lips were a magnet I couldn't escape, nor did I want to as we made love, our sexes drawing together and breaking apart as I pumped into her and withdrew, to pump in again, and again and again. Her gasps were becoming shorter, breathier, her hands holding my back as she writhed underneath me, her wet pussy sucking and clasp at me as she raised her pelvis to pump back at me, meeting me stroke for stroke as we raced and strained to meet in fulfilment. She came first, her orgasm breaking over her like a crashing wave, her voice a scream of release as her pussy clamped down on me, halting me in my tracks. At the sudden constriction, the sensation of heat and pressure on my cock pulsing and rippling along my length, I too gave in to the orgasm that claimed us both, sperm blasting out of my over-stimulated cock to paint her insides with my milky seed, pulse after pulse, long, satisfying spurts of life-giving seed filling her up, coating her cervix. At the feel of my heat filling her, Teruko erupted in orgasm again, a hot spray of her own sweet-scented ejaculate coating my lower belly and cock as she came on my cock all over again. Her rippling, milking pussy squeezing and wringing every last drop of my seed from me, the sensation of ejaculating continuing even after I had given up the last of my seed for her, my body wrung dry. I slumped down next to her, gasping for breath, my heart thudding and hammering in my chest as the emotional intensity of making love to my girl crashed over me. My chest was rising and falling like a bellows, trying to gulp in enough air, and my body was so depleted of strength I felt like I'd just run a marathon in lead boots. Eventually my strength began to return, but not much; I still felt like the last noodle on the plate, limp, flaccid, and not much use to anyone. Teruko slid closer to me and kissed me gently on the side of my mouth. I turned to her, my hand reflexively coming to rest on her rounded rump, pulling her closer to me, suddenly feeling the need to hold her close to me. She smiled at that, placing her warm hand on my hip as she held herself against me, her heart fluttering against mine. "Yesterday we have sex; today Jakku-san make love to me; it mend my heart to know my husband know me and love me again! One day perhaps Jakku-san forgive me for lose hope; I love him very much, nothing else matter to me except he come back and love me again. I let Jakku-san go, I never let him go again, I promise!" I wiped away the tears as they rolled down her cheek, concerned for her; how much more could she beat herself up, how much more could she take? Mum had said she was exhausted, that she was close to the edge, she needed to be cared for now as well, and I certainly had no need to forgive her for anything; quite the opposite; she'd kept her vigil over me even as she lost hope that I'd ever return, she never left me alone in that place for one minute; no, I had nothing to forgive her for. Perhaps it was time she learned that for herself. I sat up (discovering for myself just how weak I really was, it took a real effort...) and urged her to sit with me. She did so, sitting cross-legged in front of me as I caressed her face, her lips, her hair, drinking in every detail of her, and seeing, really seeing for the first time just how much weight she'd lost, the hollows under her eyes, the tiredness in the back of her eyes. My heart broke for my beautiful girl, so much loss and heartache, fear and loneliness showing in her eyes, her big, beautiful eyes, and yet, with all that, she'd still stuck by my side, love for me keeping her there when hope had finally died. I reached out and pulled her close, hugging her tightly as I kissed her hair, her neck, her shoulders, enfolding myself in her as I wrapped myself around her. "Never again!" I whispered, "I'll never leave you alone again, I swear! You mean more to me than anyone or anything, and I'll never let you go, or give you reason to cry, I swear on my soul! I love you Teruko, in so many ways I don't know how to say them all!" Teruko looked up at me, her eyes huge and mysterious. "Jakku-san ask me before to marry him, and I say yes; I still say yes! I want to be wife of Jakku-san more than whole world, there only one thing I want in this life, and it is my Jakku-san. I will marry him, and we will have many children, strong sons to take his name and be our joy and pride, many sons to please ancestors and make sure name is not forgotten. I will marry Jakku-san, if it pleases him, when time is right, and we will be happy, this I promise!" She reached out to touch my chin, caressing my cheek, and pushing my hair back out of my eyes. "And now you must rest! I see tiredness in your eyes; I feel it in your body, you still not strong, must rest and grow strong again, please to lie down, you must rest; not to worry; I not go anywhere!" I allowed her to push me back down (although, right now I felt as weak as a kitten, she could have done it anyway and I couldn't have stopped her!), and luxuriated in the feel of the bed beneath me, the soft pillows, and the soft warmth of her body as she slipped under the covers and pulled them up over the two of us. I fell asleep to the feel of her hand slowly rubbing my back, the smell of peaches from her silky hair, and the soft sound of her breathing. I woke late; the clock on the dresser said it was almost 11 a.m., and Teruko was nowhere in sight. I panicked for a second, before I remembered she had said she was going in to Telford do some shopping, so I climbed out of bed, staggering slightly as I stood up; I still felt washed-out, but hungry and ready for some of mum's cooking; there better be some of that Cottage Pie left, because I was having it, if I had to fight everyone else in the house for it! I made my way to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth, and then, refreshed, wide awake and starving hungry, staggered downstairs to raid the fridge. As I got to the foot of the stairs, I heard voices from the kitchen, and upon peering in, saw Harry seated at the kitchen table chatting to mum, and then I heard Grandad's voice. He and Harry were talking about me, and I will admit to a small lump in my throat as I heard Grandad tell him how much he was looking forward to seeing me again. I pushed the door open, Harry jumping up to grin at me as I walked in. Shining Girl Ch. 04 "Jack, your mum told me what happened! How are you, any after-effects?" I had to grin; this was Harry, my best friend since I was an eight year-old prep at Kingsland, looking as handsome and friendly as ever. Subjectively, I'd only seen him a couple of days ago, when we'd arranged to have him and Sai Fong over for dinner; it was weird to think that had been six months ago, at Midsummer, and now it was a couple of days shy of Christmas. The strangeness and sudden disorientation was a little disconcerting, but I guessed I was going to have to try and get used to that. A small sound behind me, someone shifting in their chair, and I remembered I'd heard Grandad's voice, so I turned, and there was the old man, looking suddenly, shockingly older, his face lined and worried, his eyes rimmed with tears. "Hello son, I...I...!" he faltered, the tears spilling over, shocking me even more; I'd never seen him give more than a wry grin, and now... Wordlessly, I held my arms out, and he embraced me, pulling me to him strongly, still no hint of frailty in his tough old frame. "It's good to see you son, I thought I'd...I never...I was so...oh Jacko, I thought we'd lost you...!" he faltered, his voice thick with emotion, and for once I didn't object when he called me the same name as his foul old dog, caught up in his emotion as I was. He continued to hug me, wordlessly pounding me on the back, and I was immensely glad, and immensely comforted, to have my Grandad here, along with my mum, the only constant in my life as I grew up. I glanced up, to see mum and Harry slipping out of the kitchen, giving me some time alone with him. At last he let go of me, turning his back to mop his eyes, and then turning back to me to take me by the shoulders. "Let me see you, Jacko, let me look at you!" He looked long and hard at me before sitting back down at the kitchen table, motioning me to take a seat, his gaze flicking over me, subjecting me to the closest scrutiny, his sharp old eyes not missing a thing. He poured me a coffee, and handed me the toast-rack and the butter-dish. "Your mother will do you a cooked breakfast in a minute, you and Harry both; he deserves another one, he's a good lad; he came with me this morning after breakfast to Ludlow to help me cut and load the tree, the two of you can put it up later. How are you feeling, lad? Honestly?" I was so glad he wasn't fussing around, that he was just being himself, a little more talkative than his wont, but not intrusive, just friendly and concerned. "I feel fine, Grandad, just weird; six months have just vanished, and suddenly I look like something out of 'Nosferatu'; I've had better awakenings, believe me!" He grinned at that, and passed me the marmalade pot. "A couple of weeks of your mother's cooking should take care of that, don't you worry! There's no rush to head back down to London, Harry has to go back just before Christmas, give him your keys and he'll check on the flat for you, and pick-up any bits and pieces you want; he'll bring them up when he comes back to spend Christmas with that lovely little girl of his. In the meantime, rest, eat, sleep, get your strength back. If the weather's still acting-up after New Year, take the Trooper back down to London; I've still got the Land-Rover to cope with whatever the weather throws at us up here. Otherwise, your mother will take the pair of you back down when you're ready to go." He poured himself another coffee. "Thing is, though, why do you need to go back any time soon? You're on the binnacle list, and will be for a while yet, Teruko's already deferred university until March, you could stay here a while and let us look after you; Harry is going to be spending a lot of time at Woolwich over the next few weeks, so he'll keep an eye on your place, actually, it was his idea, so you can rest, relax, and recuperate here at home, and you don't have to worry about anything except getting back to normal. More importantly, Teruko needs to stay here, near her mother; she needs some serious care too; I look at that little girl and all I can see is exhaustion and fear; she needs her home, and she needs her family. Think about it, son." I already was; that was probably the longest speech I'd ever heard him make, and he was making all sorts of sense; I'd talk to Teruko when she came back from this mysterious shopping trip to Telford. At that point, mum came in, with Harry in tow, asking what I wanted for breakfast. I plumped for the full English, Harry's eyes lighting up at that, so we adjourned to the sitting room to sit in front of the fire and enjoy the smell of fresh pine needles from the wrapped Christmas tree leaning against the wall while mum set about making my favourite breakfast. To occupy ourselves, we set up the tree in a corner, Harry and I lifting the tree, an eight-footer, while Grandad slid the tree-jack into place and tightened the clamps. Mum and the girls had already brought down the lights and decorations, so Harry, Grandad and I whiled away the time untangling and testing the lights while we waited for breakfast. Mum called us in to eat, and it was as good as the best of all the breakfasts she'd ever cooked; sweet-cured bacon, butcher sausages, none of your supermarket rubbish, fried eggs, grilled Irish White Pudding, mushrooms, crisp fried bread, and a jug of coffee, the food of the Gods! Once we'd finished breakfast (my first and Harry's second, but he'd earned it...) Harry and I cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher, and joined mum and Grandad in the sitting room to start decorating the tree, just as the girls returned. I was quite surprised they were back so early; Sai Fong is a well-known shopaholic, and Teruko can't resist trying on every single garment in a store; Harry had speculated that we might have to send in a search and rescue team and sniffer-dogs, as he was all too aware of what our girls were like when they were out shopping, collectively or individually; he'd stayed behind this morning expressly to avoid subjecting himself to that particular form of Chinese Water-Torture. He was also of the opinion that Shopping Malls were actually huge predatory creatures that sucked you in, turned your brain into pancake batter by a combination of sensory overload and brain-softening background music, sucked all the money out of your bank account, then kicked you out into the street penniless and brain-dead, clutching shopping bags full of cheaply-made expensive crap. It was a theory, I suppose, but it certainly fitted a lot of the known facts... Once the girls had shown us all the purchases they were prepared to, with a few they said would have to wait until Christmas morning, we set about trimming the tree. The very act of doing so sending me back to my childhood, mum and Grandad putting the tree ornaments in the places I pointed out but couldn't reach, and a set of ornaments for me to put anywhere I liked. Once they'd finished the tree, Teruko and Sai Fong began putting up the Christmas decorations around the room, the Holly wreath made with Holly from mum's garden, and twining the green and gold glittery stuff around the stairs and along the picture rails. Mum hadn't put any decorations up this year; with me in hospital and Teruko refusing to leave my side, she'd had no inclination to celebrate Christmas; now she was back in the swing, especially with Harry and Sai to help. The last thing they hung was the Mistletoe, a large bunch clipped from the apple tree in the garden, and I was the first lucky one, as Teruko pulled me under the bunch to give me my Christmas Kiss. "Welcome back, Onii-san!" she whispered, her face wreathed in smiles while everyone else clapped and cheered. Harry and Sai Fong declined lunch as they had a lunch planned with their father, so we walked them out to their car. As they were leaving, Teruko called them back, reaching up to kiss Harry on the cheek and turn to hug Sai Fong. "Thank you for all you do, thank you for be best friends of Onii-san!" she murmured, reaching behind her neck to unclasp her jade pendant and place it around Sai Fong's neck. "This is present from Jakku san and me, and from mummy, too. This is symbol of good things happening, it is good luck and bring good fortune. Wear it always, it bring you much luck and happiness!" Sai graciously tried to decline it, saying it was a family piece, but Teruko was adamant. "I already have my happiness, and all my wishes, now it time to pass the luck on. Please to wear it and enjoy!" Sai Fong smiled, her eyes sparkling as they filled with tears, giving Teruko and me a big hug each before climbing into the car, wiping her eyes and smiling at us. Harry reached into his jacket pocket handed me an envelope. "Almost forgot, this is for you!" When I opened it, there were two tickets inside for the school Old Boys Association New Year's Eve dance at a hotel just outside town. "You be there, Jack, everyone's asked if you're coming, all our friends will be there, and it's time to have a little fun! If I don't see you before, have a fun Christmas, and we'll see you Boxing Day before we head back down to London!" * Christmas was the quiet family affair I'd always enjoyed, just mum, Grandad, Teruko and me. I was a little sad that I hadn't bought any gifts for anyone, but Teruko had been well ahead of me there; that mysterious shopping trip to Telford. She had gifts for Grandad and mum, from both of us, but I still had nothing for her. "Not need Kurisumasu present, Jakku San; I already have what I want; you are here, that is all Kurisumasu no Okurimono I need; I am happy you well!" She pulled my head down to kiss me, and whisper in my ear. "Later, Jakku San give me special present of his own, yes?" I grinned at her, my jeans suddenly tightening as I realised what she was saying, and suddenly the day just couldn't end soon enough! Mum had made her usual superb Christmas turkey lunch, topped-off with a flaming Christmas pudding. We pulled crackers and ate mince pies, drank Rum punch and mulled cider, and Teruko sang Christmas carols in her sweet, bell-like voice, relaxing me somewhat, enough at least that I could enjoy Christmas Day with my family, and especially with my very own Christmas angel, who'd stayed with me and been there for me even when she thought there was no hope. I had a special Christmas treat planned for her, but it would have to wait until later that night. We sat up until late, enjoying the firelight, the room filled with the sweet smell of apple wood from the Yule log in the fireplace, sipping mulled cider and watching the standard Christmas night television ('The Great Escape' on one channel, 'White Christmas' on another, a Christmas ghost story on ITV, one of the 'Lord of the Rings' movies on Channel 4, and 'Jurassic Park' on Channel 5). Grandad was snoozing in front of the fire, an empty brandy glass next to him and the remains of a turkey, sausage, and stuffing sandwich perched on his chest. Mum had had a long day, and was fast asleep in her chair next to the fire, a shawl pulled around her. I was in a mellow mood, no doubt helped by the Rum punch, Teruko curled up next to me, her arm through mine as we sat and watched the fire, ignoring the TV in the background, enjoying being home again for Christmas. Eventually, she got up, stretched, and began tidying up, removing Grandad's sandwich, kissing him good night and walking him, a little unsteadily, up the stairs to the guest bedroom while I damped down the fire and gently shook mum awake. "Wakey Wakey, mum, it's late, better go to bed, Teruko and I'll clear up. Goodnight, mum!" "Jack...I'm sorry, I didn't mean...!" she began, but I shushed her. "It's okay, mum, you've had a long day, we've all had a great day because of you, now go to bed, we'll clear up and switch everything off. Off you go!" She smiled and stood up, yawning and stretching after being asleep in her chair for so long. She wrapped her shawl around herself, kissed her fingertip and touched my forehead with it, and made her way upstairs, passing Teruko and giving her a goodnight hug on the way. I sprawled back onto the couch, reluctant to go to bed and admit Christmas Day was over for another year, a hangover from my childhood, and I wanted to enjoy the fire and watch the tree lights for a while, maybe snack on some Christmas cake or snag a couple of sausages and a mince pie or two, something I always did on Christmas Night. Teruko came into the room with a platter with some bread, butter, sliced stuffing, turkey slices, mince pies, sausages, and a few slices of Christmas pudding, good girl, she remembered! Once again she cuddled up against me on the couch, nibbling at some turkey while I worked my way through a sausage, turkey and stuffing doorstep sandwich of my own, the smell of her hair filling my nostrils as she hugged herself close to me, her legs long and golden in the firelight. I could feel another sort of appetite beginning to make itself felt as I munched, but before we did anything, I had a special present for her. Gently disengaging her arm from mine, I went over to the tree and took out a small box out from where I'd hidden it among the needles and tree decorations. When I sat down, I pulled her round to face me, smiling inwardly at her puzzled expression. "Teruko, this morning you asked me to give you a present that was just from me. I still have that for you, but this is from all of us, but especially from me. I asked you if you would be my wife, and you said yes, and I asked if you would wait until I could give you a special ring. This is for you." I opened the box to show her the beautiful diamond and Burmese Ruby ring inside. "This was my grandmother's ring, mum wanted you to have it, and gave it to me so I could give it to you. You never left me, you never once walked away from me, and this is to thank you for being there, for loving me enough to stay by me no matter what. This is a family piece, and no-one deserves it more than you; I once promised you a special ring; this is it, truly a special ring for the most special person in the world. I want you to wear it for me. Teruko Cameron, once again, will you marry me?" Teruko looked at me, her eyes shining. "Jakku san ask me once before long time ago to marry him, and I say yes; he ask me again, each time my answer same; yes, I will marry him, I will wear ring that is part of family, I will be part of family in this way as well. My heart only belong to Jakku san, his heart belong with mine; we will be husband and wife, we will have many children, this will please mummy and Grandad, and all ancestors, strong sons and proud daughters, our children. I love Jakku san, and so I will wear his ring, become a part of him, as he is already a part of me!" She moved in close to me, holding my neck as she kissed me, her lips soft and tempting, sealing her promise as the antique engagement ring sparkled in the firelight. Teruko climbed off the couch, checked the fire-guard was locked in place and the hearth was clear, and took my hand. "Come, my husband, we still have Kurisumasu no Okurimono to exchange!" I followed her, once again that pleasant tightness in my groin awakening as I watched her lithe figure ascending the stairs in front of me, then turning at the top of the stairs to wait for me, a pale glimmering figure in the reflected fire-light from downstairs. She led me into my bedroom, although it was rapidly becoming our bedroom, and turned to help me unbutton my shirt and pop my jeans while I slid her dress off her shoulders and pulled it down, Teruko wriggling delightfully to get it past her hips, to stand before me in just her panties. I slid my jeans down and tugged my shirt off, my excitement obvious by the bulge in my shorts. Teruko giggled, her hand stroking me as I pulled her close. "Jakku san not tired, then?" she asked, squeezing me deliciously, and for answer I slid my hands into the back of her panties and pushed them down so I could cup and squeeze her firm, squeezable cheeks in retaliation. "I'm never tired when you're around, little sister, I thought you knew that!" I grinned. Teruko responded by holding me a little more firmly, less playfully, her eyes shining as I pulled her close so I could kiss my girl. She let go of my cock to slide her arms around my neck as she kissed me back, her lips soft and sweet, then breaking off to gently pull me back towards our bed. "It Christmas Night, Jakku san, now is time to exchange gift!" she smiled, slipping her panties all the way off and padding over to the bed, her twinkling buttocks captivating in the mellow golden light from the bedside lamp. She climbed onto the bed, remaining on all fours, her pussy slick and juicy with anticipation, the scent of her excitement calling to me. I held her hips, running my hands over her smooth flanks, her taut belly, her firm, rounded buttocks, enjoying the feel of her warm, silky skin against my palms, my hands "seeing" her even as my other senses revelled in her nearness, her excitement, her readiness for me. As I touched and smoothed and fondled her, she reared up onto her knees to lean back against me, her arms going around the back of her neck to hold herself against me, my cock iron-hard and firmly lodged in the deep, warm cleft between her taut, springy cheeks. My hands automatically slid round her ribcage to catch and squeeze her firm breasts, weighing those beautiful globes, feeling the heft and sway of them even as her nipples stiffened into hard points between my gently squeezing fingertips. I squeezed and teased her nipples, her hand slipping down to gently rub and slide between her labia, touching herself even as she slowly raised and lowered herself, masturbating my cock with the cheeks of her lovely arse. I gave myself over to what she was doing to me, nibbling and gently biting her neck, her earlobes, her shoulders, as she moved against me, the pleasure slowly building into an unstoppable need for her as she ground away at me. When she judged she'd worked me up enough, she sat up straight, my cock falling between her thighs; she reached under herself and positioned me, to slowly sink back down, impaling herself on me with a hiss as I filled her. I gasped at the feel of her wet heat engulfing me, the muted rush of sensation as she slowly slid herself onto me until I was in her to the hilt. Holding her as I was, I only had limited movement, but now she began a slow rise and fall, her tight pussy squeezing me as she rose and fell, fucking herself on me, and taking me with her. My head was spinning with the slow eroticism of what we were doing here; low-key as it was, it was still enough to light me up inside as my beautiful girl made love to me. Now her breath began to come in staccato bursts, and I could feel her heart beginning to race, my hands clamped around her as they were, her movements harder, faster, as she ground herself against me, pumping faster now, moving against me like a wild thing, jamming herself down on me, her hand rubbing and pulling at her engorged clitoris as I pumped harder and harder into her. "Harder, Jakku san, please to ...oh yess, like that, harder...harder, oooh yesss, yesss YESS! YES, Jakku...YESS! Ooooohhhhh! OoooHHH! Yesss! YESSS!" She screamed as her orgasm hit, a flood of warmth bathing my groin and upper thighs as she squirted her hot juices over me, the sensation almost making me lose it there and then. I held her against me as she shook and gasped in the throes of orgasm, her hands clasped tightly about my neck as she held herself against me, shaking and wailing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled and crashed though her, eventually diminishing and dying away. Her death-grip around my neck relaxed, and she slumped forward to lie prone on the bed, her sides heaving as she fought for breath after her incredible orgasm. Shining Girl Ch. 04 At last she opened her eyes, to smile at me sleepily. "Thank you Onii-san, I love you! Now it your turn!" With that, she spread her legs and raised her beautiful bottom into the air, sliding a pillow under her midriff to support herself. Smiling wickedly at me, she slowly pulled her buttocks apart, and slid a finger into her soaked pussy, rubbing it in and out a few times before withdrawing it and slowly sliding it into her anus. She pumped herself a few times, lubricating herself, before repeating it, this time with two fingers, opening and loosening her anal ring for what she wanted me to do to her. Her eyes were tightly closed all through this, she was in a world of her own as she plunged her fingers in and out, masturbating her anus, before opening her eyes to smile at me. "Husband...?" My cock was like a steel bar after witnessing this, and I didn't need a second invitation, believe me! As I hovered over her, she reached up to pull me down and kiss me on the side of my mouth as her other hand fumbled with me, aiming me at her wet and slippery cunt. I slid my cock into her swollen pussy, savouring again the feel of her hot wetness enfolding my rigid cock, pumping into her a few times to lubricate myself, to finally place my throbbing cock head at her anal entrance. I slid my hands round to once again hold and squeeze her gorgeous breasts, and slowly, steadily, pushed my aching cock into her tight little anus. Teruko gasped as the head invaded her, pulling her cheeks apart to stretch her anus open as far as she could to accommodate my girth even as I pushed forward slowly but unstoppably. My head suddenly popped in past the constriction of her ring, Teruko giving a gasping little cry as it did, then slowly slid all the way in, until I was buried to the root in her hot, tight rectum. I stopped for a few seconds to give her a chance to catch her breath, waiting for her signal before I did anything else. After a few seconds, she began pushing back against me, so I began pumping into her tight hole, fucking her arse slowly at first as I squeezed those fabulous breasts of hers. As her bum hole loosened, it became easier to slide out and pump back in again, Teruko pushing back against me as I rammed into her. Her hand slipped down to rub and squeeze her clitoris, frigging herself as I fucked her in her tight little arsehole, both of us working into a frenzy as we fucked in this raw, primal way, the rest of the world forgotten, just the two of us humping and pumping against each other. Neither of us could last long like this, Teruko came with a deep groan, her rectum rippling and squeezing me as her uterus fluttered against the thin membrane separating her uterus from her rectum. As she clenched in orgasm, the pressure became too much for me, my already hyper-stimulated cock feeling like it was being squeezed along its entire length all at once by a wet velvet-covered fist. That was it for me; I felt my cock head swell and jam inside her rectum as the spunk literally bulleted out of me, spraying inside her and coating her bowels with my seed. Jet after jet sprayed out of me, more that I think I've ever done in my life, all for this girl, my beautiful wife-to-be, my gorgeous Japanese half-sister. I was left feeling weak, drained, almost too tired to move, withdrawing at last to collapse down next to her, winded, exhausted, more dead than alive. Teruko finally opened her eyes, kissing her finger and touching it to my lips, before standing up, somewhat shakily, to throw my robe over herself and stagger off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She was back a few minutes later, tapping me lightly to wake me so she could gently wash my cock and balls properly with a soapy wash-cloth and a bowl of warm water. Once she was satisfied I was clean, she towelled me off, finally urging me to move so I could get into bed properly, then climbing in with me and pulling the covers up over both of us. The last thing I remember is her kissing me goodnight, her small hand gently rubbing my chest and her leg rubbing over mine as she hugged me close, the smell of her hair filling my nostrils as I finally fell asleep. I awoke to the sight of white swirling outside my window; it was snowing, big fat flakes, the settling kind of snow. Teruko was still fast asleep, her lovely rump spooned firmly into my stomach, my morning erection fitted nicely between the cushiony cheeks of her soft squeezable bum. As I came fully awake, her eyes flicked open and I wondered how she knew, even fast asleep, when I was awake and so woke up to be with me. "Good morning Onii-san, look, it snowing!" I had to grin at her expression and the happiness in her voice; she looked twelve years old and ready to play in the snow, but then she turned to face me and my erection stiffened even further; nobody seeing those curves could mistake her for anything other than what she was; a beautiful, sexy, desirable young woman, and once again I marvelled that she was mine, that she wanted me, Mr. Ordinary. I had to reach out and touch her, slide my hand down her flank and cup her buttock, just to convince myself she was real, that she wasn't some figment of my imagination, the head trauma playing a last, cruel trick on me. Teruko saw the look on my face, perhaps she saw a flicker of what I was thinking in my eyes, because she cupped my face in her soft hands and drew me down to kiss me gently. "Husband, I am here, not go anywhere without you; soon we will be married, this is what we want, and nothing change that; bad dream is over, it will not return, and I not go away; I will always be at your side, this is what marriage mean to me, this is what I want for you. Be happy now, no more sadness; that is over!" She grinned impishly and poked the end of my nose. "See, I am really here! What does Onii-san want to do?" She slipped her hand down to hold and squeeze my cock, making it abundantly clear what she wanted me to do to her, and who was I to argue with such a lovely girl? So I squeezed and stroked her taut bum cheek, pulling her closer so I could kiss her while I groped her splendid bum, the feel of the taut flesh stiffening my cock even further, quite apart from the feel of her stiff nipples rubbing solidly against my chest as we kissed. Teruko moved her hand so she was cupping and squeezing my scrotum, and now I was having a real problem concentrating on fondling her; all I wanted to do was ravage her, stick my solid cock into her somewhere, anywhere, and pump her full of the sticky stuff! Teruko solved my problem for me by pushing me over onto my back, her lips still glued to mine as she pumped my cock, then breaking off to kiss her way down my neck and chest, grazing my nipples with her teeth just hard enough to send a zing through me that made the hairs on my forearms and the back of my neck stand up. She continued kissing and licking my torso, ruffling her tongue in the hair clothing my chest and between my abdominal muscles and pulling them gently between her teeth, kissing her way down my abdomen to finally lick and swirl her tongue in the tangle of hair surrounding the root of my cock. I sighed as she slowly licked and kissed her way up my, by now, truly epic erection, to grin at me as she slowly licked my swollen cock-head, making me groan out loud. With slow deliberation, and a big happy smile, she slid her lips over the head of my engorged cock, sealing her lips over the end as she licked and gently sucked me, her tongue tip in the slit driving me wild, making me shake with the effort of not just wildly fucking her face. As she sucked, she kept up a gentle pressure on my scrotum, squeezing and fondling my balls as her mouth slid up and down over the head of my cock. I slipped my hand between her legs, feeling her pussy lips damp and open, and began sliding two fingers inside her, gently frigging her as she suckled on me. I wanted to taste my girl, so I pulled her up to me, grinning at her look of surprise as I pulled my cock from her mouth, her surprised look giving way to a small grin as I pulled her across me into the classic '69' position and pushed my tongue into her hot, moist little pussy. She gasped as my tongue slid inside her, her hips making involuntary circling motions as she sat up astride me, all thoughts of sucking me forgotten for the moment as she began to grind herself against my mouth and tongue, rubbing and squeezing my cock as she moved against me. I took hold of her thighs as I pulled her closer to me, her cue to lie back down on me, sliding my cock back into her mouth to suck and tease me once more. As she licked and sucked me, I sucked on her labia, making her gasp around my cock, the movements of her pelvis suddenly more pronounced as she bore back against me, putting her clitoris and tempting little anus in easy reach. I licked her with the flat of my tongue in long strokes, from the hood of her clitoris all the way to her tight little rosebud, pointing my tongue and teasing her with just the tip of it pressed into her anus, barely penetrating her, lightly rimming her and making her gasp and suck me harder. I could feel her clitoris engorging more every time I flatted my tongue over her, until at last it emerged from its little hooded hiding place, stiff and firm and slick with her juices. I gently swirled my tongue around it, enjoying the feel of the hard rubbery little pearl, her succulent pussy slick and dewy as her juices ran freely as my tongue rubbed and stimulated her. Her pussy was running with her juices now, the taste driving me mad with need for her, and so I bored in even more, making her suck all the harder as she squeezed my cock and massaged my scrotum. I shoved my tongue into her arse as hard as I could, and Teruko groaned loudly as her orgasm crashed through and over her, a flood of her delicious juices squirting in a hot spray over my chin and neck, some of it even splashing into my mouth as she came, her pussy convulsing and her rectum tightening, forcing my tongue out as her pussy and anus spasmed together. As she moaned, my cock still deep inside her mouth, the vibration was too much, and I came, hard, a jet of spunk roaring out of me to blast into her mouth. Jet after jet of spunk pulsed out of me, filling her mouth, Teruko almost choking in her haste to swallow the enormous amount of semen I was blowing into her hot, eager mouth. At last I was done, as was she, slumping down on top of me, her pussy and anus still twitching and winking at me as the aftershocks echoed inside her. Finally she was still, her head resting on my thighs as I surveyed her beautiful pussy and tight, wrinkled little bum pucker, so close to my face while I stroked and gently squeezed her glorious cheeks, the taut, fleshy globes a fabulous view no matter what angle I viewed them at! Teruko groaned and sat up, sliding off me and sprawling next to me, to kiss me once, softly, then grin at me, her eyes sparkling as she smiled. "Thank you, husband, now I really sure you will be okay! I must have shower, must be clean, you too! Come, we go shopping, sale is on, there is something I want to buy you!" After a long, enjoyable, but chaste shower, the two of us keeping our hands to ourselves by mutual agreement, Teruko took me shopping; the Boxing Day sales were on, and she wanted to buy me some clothes, as nothing I owned actually fitted me, and we had a dance to go to. I eventually ended up with a new dinner suit and a nice dress shirt, all in my size, so at least I looked more normal and less like a refugee from the health spa from hell... Mum was happy for Teruko and I to go to the dance; she was going to a long-planned dinner party to bring in the New year with some old school friends, and Grandad was away with his friends, ready to be up and about bright and early for the New Year's Day shoot at the Chillingmore Park Estate in Staffordshire; he'd stayed for Boxing Day, mostly because a brandy hangover is a nasty one, Teruko dancing attendance on him while he suffered manfully, enduring mum's raised eyebrow every time she saw his expression of imminent death. I was highly amused; Grandad never drank, except maybe a nip from a hip-flask on a frosty morning if he was out on an early rough-shoot, but this Christmas had been special for him. I'd come home, and Teruko and I were engaged, so he'd celebrated, perhaps a little too much, and mum was enjoying torturing him, so we let her. Teruko was fooled by his agonized expression, so of course he laid it on thick, hence the waiting-on hand and foot mentioned earlier, but eventually on December 28th , The Feast of the Holy Innocents, he eventually took his leave, hugging me, which was unusual, but understandable, and his darling Teruko of course, his little girl, telling us to bring the Trooper back when we were ready, there was no rush. The dance was at a large hotel on the outskirts of Shrewsbury, most of my old school friends, some of whom I'd not seen since I was eighteen, nearly four years ago now, were there with their partners, girlfriends or fiancée's. I spent the early part of the evening being congratulated on my recovery, my head spinning from the number of people who apparently held me in high regard, to judge from their warm welcome and hugs. Teruko looked particularly delicious in nude seamed stockings and a tiny black sequined Bodycon dress that showed off every curve and contour, and contrasted beautifully with her glossy dark golden hair and pale, creamy complexion. She was concerned that I not overtire myself, so we didn't dance much, opting instead to spend the evening chatting and reminiscing with old friends about school days and the various escapades and scrapes we'd managed to land in. Harry and Sai Fong were there as well, of course, most of our friends capturing her for one dance each, still lusting after her after all this time, much to Harry's amusement, and hers. Teruko politely refused all requests for a dance, and I asked her why. "I am with you, it would not be...proper, and I do not want to dance with anyone, only with husband!" I grinned at that, pulling her a little closer. "Aren't you worried someone will find out about us, that they might guess the truth?" Teruko looked at me oddly. "Not ashamed of what we do, I not care if anyone know about us; I am wife, you are husband, there is nothing more to say!" After that, there was only one possible thing I could do; I led her out onto the dance floor, and held her tight as we danced to a slow, romantic number. After a while, I began to notice the other occupants of the dance floor were giving us small, knowing smiles and nudging their partners. I leaned down to kiss her ear and whisper in it. "Baby girl, I think our secret's out!" Teruko looked around, then smiled back at me. "I think you right, Jakku san!" With that, she hugged herself closer to me, holding me tightly as we danced, my world shrinking down to only her, the smell of her perfume, the music weaving around her as she swayed, and the feel of her as I held her close to me. When the number as over, we threaded our way back to our table, my friends and schoolmates gently patting me on the arm or shoulder as we passed them, nothing in their eyes or expressions except understanding and acceptance of us. And then it happened. As I was pulling out Teruko's chair for her, somebody buffeted me between my shoulder-blades, nearly sending me flying. I staggered forward, nearly falling onto her, her expression startled as I teetered before recovering to turn and see who'd done that to me. "Hello Cameron, looking a bit scrawny there, been ill, have we?" It was 'Slimy' Fineman, looking very smug and pleased with himself. "Don't look so tough now, do we, eh, Jackie-boy?" he smirked, reaching out to prod me in the chest hard enough to make me stagger. "You want to hit me again, Cameron? Go ahead, this time I'm ready for you, and when you've done your pathetic best, I'm going put you down on your arse and spend some quality time with that chink sister of yours! She looks just slutty enough for me, I bet she's really filthy, so here's what I'm going to do; I'm going to find out, and while I'm having my fun, you'll be too busy bleeding to stop me; who knows, maybe I'll even put you back to sleep again! Go on, Jackie-boy, take your best fucking shot!" That statement was the final proof that Slimy truly was afflicted with weapons-grade stupidity; I actually saw red as pure rage boiled up inside me, and Slimy must have sensed it because he took a step backwards, fear flashing across his eyes, right into the arms of Andy 'Eggy' Edgeworth, 250 pounds of muscle and a brain like a steel trap, and the finest Prop-Forward to ever lead the British Lions out against Australia, the Springboks, and the All-Blacks. As he effortlessly held the struggling Slimy, Andy looked at me, a grin creasing his craggy face as he held him off the ground by the scruff of his neck. "Say the word, Jackie, or just nod, and I'll snap his neck for you; it would be a pleasure, believe me!" I made to speak, and Teruko put her hand on my chest, silencing me. "No Jakku san, now it my turn. Please to say nothing!" I looked at her as she faced Slimy, her chin held up proudly as she looked into his eyes, her eyes glowing like banked coals. "What you going to tell people, that Jakku san love me and I love him? Go, do it, I not care, Jakku san not care. This what I think of you!" With that she turned and slid her arms around my neck, her lips suddenly against mine as she kissed me deeply, her tongue probing between my lips, my arms crushing her to me as we kissed for a few seconds, or hours on end, I couldn't tell. As she kissed me, a soft collective sigh went up around us as everyone realised what was finally being confirmed here in full view of all of them. Finally she broke our kiss to turn to Slimy once again. "Now what you do? No-one care what you say about Jakku san, no-one care what you say about me, I not care, nothing you say can harm me, or Jakku san. You are sad man, you have no-one to love you, so you try to harm; why you not see you only harm self? Everyone here have someone, where is someone for you? You try and hurt, and so you are alone, and you will be alone until you learn to be different person. I very sad for you; you try to hurt me, and it not work, now you have nothing. Go away, there is nothing here for you, and it is your fault!" Andy shook Slimy like a terrier shaking a rat. "Come on, you, we're going outside to have a talk!" he growled, Slimy turning the colour of old yoghurt as he looked around and saw nothing but cold anger on every face in sight, no friends, no allies, not a single friendly face. He turned Slimy around, preparing to drag him out, when a tall dark-haired girl stepped up to him, her pretty face grim and her eyes hard as agates. "Jack Fineman, you are a despicable shit, a coward, and a disgusting piece of work. Happy New Year from everyone!" and with that, she slapped him hard, a real zinger, her face a study in disgusted anger as his head snapped round from the force of the slap. A cheer went up as Andy hustled him out, ably assisted by a couple of my friends, the girl turning to me and grinning as she shook her hand to ease the stinging. I was struggling to place her, she looked familiar, then suddenly it dawned on me who she was; Eggy's sister, of course! I hadn't seen her since 5th Form Prize Day, when I was 16, so she would have been 14 or so; she'd certainly grown since then! "Hello Jack, it's good to see you again! I'm sorry about that, I couldn't resist it; he's such a repulsive little shit!" Teruko looked enquiringly at me, so I introduced her, stumbling a little over her name, Linda, as I hadn't seen her in almost six years. Just then, Andy came up, a satisfied grin on his face. Shining Girl Ch. 04 "All done and dusted, Jack! Don't worry, I didn't hurt him, I just stuffed him in a cab, and reminded him that I knew where he lived, and all his grubby little hang-outs, and if he tried his tricks again on anyone I'd shove him head down in the river and watch him blow bubbles until he ran out of them! I don't think he'll be back; tonight he finally ran out of whatever lingering friendship or sympathy anyone might have had for him. We're done with Slimy Fineman! I just feel sorry for his parents; they're good people, I can't imagine where he gets it from..." Andy and his sister, and Harry and Sai Fong sat down with us, all of us chatting about what had happened, and what Andy thought of our relationship; the answer I got surprised me, although it really shouldn't have. "Jack, you've been crazy about Teruko for years, the whole school knew it, it was so bloody obvious to everyone; you remember my younger brother, Freddy? He told me about the word you put out about her. It pissed him off no end; the scrawny little squirt actually thought he was in with a chance! Of course, no-one was going to chance anything, not with Scary Jack Cameron standing guard over her! Besides, you're not as alone as you think..." A light went on inside my head, so I innocently asked Linda who she was there with, watching as she blushingly locked eyes with her brother, Andy nodding slightly. Bingo! "Actually, Jack, about that..." she hedged, smiling shyly as Andy took her hand, looking me directly in the eyes. "Linda and I are...together, Jack, we have been for a year now. That's why I didn't say anything about you and Teruko; we're in the exact same situation, and we couldn't be happier! Mum and dad know, but so far they haven't said anything; to be honest, I don't think they ever will; they're so rarely on the same planet as the rest of us that when they do come up for air they don't even register what's going on around them. Just between you and me, I think they took one too many hits of the old Maui Wowie back the days of Flower-Power! I think Freddy was hoping he and Linda would...you know, but she chose me, and here we are!" Harry grinned and excused himself, returning with a tray of drinks so we could toast each other for the New Year. At midnight we all sang 'Auld Lang Syne' and indulged in a frenzy of balloon-popping, backslapping and wailing party-blowers. Harry was originally supposed to be taking us home, but he'd had a couple of drinks, so Sai Fong took the wheel. We could tell Harry never drank; he was fast asleep by the time we arrived back at the house, not even 10 minutes away from the hotel, so we helped him indoors, walked him upstairs and dropped him on the bed in the guest bedroom before having one last nightcap and retiring for the night. I wasn't in the least bit tired; I'd really done nothing except dance with Teruko a couple of times, and the feel of her moving against me had been playing hob with my hormones all evening. It would be true to say that I had a major woody by the time I managed to decoy her into the bedroom (without too much effort, I had to admit...) As soon as I had her behind closed doors I pounced, clamping my mouth on hers as I wrestled my trousers down over my unruly erection with one hand and unzipped her dress with the other, panting in my eagerness to get her naked all over again. Teruko pulled away from me and stepped back, pulling her dress down over her hips, her nipples dancing as she shimmied her dress down past her hips and onto the floor. Aside from her seamed stocking, teetering heels, and teeny-weeny little panties she was naked, the sight of her stiffening me even further, almost painfully so; wearing those four-inch heels made her legs look impossibly long and sleek, and all I wanted was to feel those firm rounded thighs wrapped around me as I pounded into her. She definitely seemed to feel the same way, waiting until I was fully naked before walking me backwards until my knees contacted the bed, causing me to sit down hurriedly. As though on cue, she climbed astride me, taking hold of my throbbing cock and slowly rubbing it back and forth across her dripping wet pussy, coating the head in her honeyed syrup. When she judged I was ready, she slowly sat down on my lap, sliding me into her tight wetness, her pussy clasping me in its hot succulence as I slowly slid into her. Teruko was in control here, and as she draped her arms around my neck, and kissed me long and deep, she slowly, agonisingly slowly, humped herself up and down on me, her pussy alternately squeezing and releasing me as she did so. I held onto her lovely firm, globular buttocks, enjoying the feel of her gluteal muscles flexing as she slid up and down on me, concentrating on feeling her warm silky flesh as a distraction from the sweet suction as her strong pussy muscles squeezed, rippled, and massage me inside her. Now she urged me to lie down, she still clamping her lips hungrily to mine as she followed me down, my hands still holding tightly by her taut arse. She sat up and smiled down at me, her long, silky hair forming a shimmering golden veil as she hung her head down, concentrating on rocking and gyrating her hips, still squeezing me as she pumped back and forth faster now, her face flushing as her orgasm approached. I relinquished my hold on her beautiful arse to hold and squeeze those firm, protuberant breasts and lightly pinch and squeeze her stiffly engorged pink nipples as she rode me ever nearer to her fulfilment. Her movements became faster, wilder, her breath catching as a flush spread down her neck and suffused her chest, her nipples seemingly even stiffer and fatter. She came with a with a loud, hissing scream, her pussy convulsed and clamped down on me so tight I literally couldn't move, the rippling finally pushing me over the edge, as her orgasm rocketed around and through her, my spunk pulsing into her as she ground and pushed herself against me, rolling her orgasm on and on as she rubbed her engorged clitoris against me. At last she slumped down on me, her pussy twitching around my still hard cock, my own flood finally reduced to a sticky trickle as I blurred-out, barely able to move in the aftermath of the intense, shattering climax she'd brought me to. At last, she slowly, groggily sat up, her gentle smile widening into an amused grin as she saw me spread-eagled, looking like a starfish at low tide, too buggered to move, but with a look of happy concussion pasted on my face. With a little encouragement from her, I managed at last to ooze my way up the bed and under the covers, where I collapsed and lay like a dead thing, fucked to a complete standstill by my beautiful kid sister. * Teruko and I stayed another week, letting the weather settle down a little, but we had to leave eventually; I was worried about the flat, our things, living as we did in an area not over-policed at the best of times, and eventually mum conceded that I was well enough to travel down without her shepherding us. I was relieved, not because I was embarrassed by having my mother driving me around at my age, but because I didn't want her driving the 200 or so miles back from London alone, in the dead of winter; even though there was no snow to speak of just now, the weather could turn nasty at the drop of a hat; the temperature was worryingly low, and black ice on the motorways was an invisible killer. I could never let my mum out in that, I'd never be able to live with myself if anything happened to her, and Teruko felt exactly the same. Between us we convinced her that Grandad's Isuzu Trooper was safe; it was the best kind of car for the road conditions, but to put her mind at ease, we'd take it down in easy stages; besides, there were two of us to share the driving, and we promised we'd stop every hour so we could rest. We left early the following morning to give ourselves daylight all the way back to Lewisham; at this time of year, it could be full dark by 3.30 p.m., so the earlier we got away the better, and we'd come home again soon, anyway; I was still on the binnacle list, and Teruko didn't re-start university until March, so we had plenty of free time; as soon as the weather got better, we'd come back up to drop Grandad's car off, Teruko driving my Frontera, as she was used to it, and me following in the Trooper. When we arrived back at the flat, we discovered Harry and Sai Fong had already been there ahead of us, turning on the heating, the fridge and the hot water heater, and leaving fresh bread, eggs, sausages and bacon, milk, tea and coffee, and a bowl of fruit on the table. They'd locked up and posted the keys through the letterbox, and Sai had very thoughtfully piled the bed linens and quilts on the bed, so we made up the bed, then I made myself a coffee and brewed a pot of green tea for Teruko as we settled back into our own little home away from home, the place where we had first acknowledged who we were and what we meant to each other. Life soon settled into a kind of normal again. I had numerous appointments to meet with Mr. Hunter at the national Hospital, who'd apparently been my surgeon and specialist while I was comatose. He was fascinated by my recovery, and the circumstances leading up to it, and we spent most of my appointment s discussing what had happened, and how the brain works, a subject he admitted vast ignorance about. Also, as I was still significantly underweight for my height, and still had a tendency to fall over in a light breeze, he put me in touch with the hospital dietician and several consultations with the physiotherapists, setting me a target weight and date, and slowly getting me used to physical exercise again. Finally, a week before Teruko was due to restart at uni, he pronounced me as fit as I could be, given the circumstances, and signed me over to the tender mercies of No. 3 Field Hospital Assessment Unit preparatory to taking me of the sick-list and putting me back on active deployment in my role as an Engineering Project Manager. From then on, it was down to the Civil Service to prove me unfit for work, which of course they couldn't, and so, with a sigh of relief, I was back at my job, another major milestone passed. My first day back at work was an endless cavalcade of people stopping by to welcome me back, to enquire about my health, and to wish me well. The apprentices at Donnington sent me a gift, a Mk.VII helmet made of polished stainless steel with a note attached to the effect that I should probably wear it in future when walking through Lewisham, just in case anyone wanted to shoot me in the head again... And so life went on; I soon fell back into the routine of my job, splitting my time between Woolwich, Donnington and Abbey Wood, picking up the threads and strands of my work-life, very quickly burying myself in the complexities of keeping Britain's armoured capability up-to-date and available for our armed forces. Teruko re-started university in March, and our life together became one of simple, happy domesticity. There was no question that one day I would marry this girl, but not until she'd finished university; she wanted to graduate, and I wanted her to as well, so we had three years to save, make plans, and fall even more deeply in love. * Teruko, mum, Grandad and I were there the day Harry and Sai Fong married, in the beautiful Wren Church in Ludgate in the City of London; Teruko was Sai's single bridesmaid, and I acted as Usher, while Harry's grandfather was Best Man. It was a short, traditional ceremony, as was ours three months later. Teruko and I married in St. Chad's, a beautiful round church on Claremont Bank, in Shrewsbury. Harry was my Best Man, Sai was Maid of Honour, and Grandad gave her away. Again, we opted for the simple, traditional service. All my school friends were there, Andy and Linda proudly showing us her engagement ring, and we held a reception at another hotel in the centre of town. I had a special surprise for Teruko, part of my wedding gift to her. The reception was a gift from mum and Grandad, as was the cake and flowers, and I was nearly bursting with pride as I led my lovely bride out to dance with her for the first time as husband and wife for real; she'd been calling me husband for so long, now it was real, official, and true, and my heart was nearly bursting with love and longing for this beautiful girl who'd given me so much. As we danced, the room faded away until there was only her, holding me forever, her eyes like huge dark embers, love and happiness welling up in them; I'd brought her here after heart-breaking tragedy, made her part of my family, and now she was mine for real, forever, sister no longer, now she was my wife, the owner of my heart and soul. After we'd circled the dance floor, people began filtering on, gradually filling the floor, even mum, dancing with Harry's dad, and Grandad flirting with the girl he was dancing with, having a great time. As our friends danced, I pulled Teruko to one side, and took out an envelope from my breast pocket, handing it to her. "What this, my husband?" she smiled. "Open it, go on, I think you'll like it!" I urged her. Teruko tore open the envelope and gasped. Inside was two First-Class round-trip tickets to Japan; her parents were long gone, but they still loomed large in her life, and now was the time for her to return to them, and for me to pay my respects. She turned to me with tears in her eyes. "Thank you, my husband, thank you, this best thing you do for me! Now I can ask mother and father for blessings too! Thank you, my husband!" Mum had elected to drive Grandad home to Oswestry, and stay there for the night, giving Teruko and me the house to ourselves on our wedding night. When we arrived home I carried her over the threshold; even though it wasn't our house, it was still our home, and it felt right doing it this way. I swore to myself that one day I would carry her over the threshold like this of our very own house. Once we were indoors, she took off her veil that she'd put back on for the journey home, folding it carefully and laying it across the back of mum's recliner chair , then took my hand, smiling naughtily at me. "Husband come with me now; we are husband and wife, and this our wedding night. Come, Jakku san, you have much to do!" I followed her up stairs to our room, seeing how mum had cleared the room of everything and had scattered rose petals over the bed, the subtle scent complementing Teruko's own special, almost subliminal scent, that complex that identified her immediately to me. "Please to help...!" she smiled, reaching for the back of her wedding dress, and of course I was there; this was one gift I was more than capable of unwrapping myself! I slid the zipper down, and unhooked the little hook-and-eye fastener, watching her as she slid the dress down; as she did I caught my breath; she was wearing a tight dark-blue Basque holding up white stockings, with a miniscule blue thong over the top, barely concealing the lips of her pussy. She stepped out of the multitude of crisp white petticoats and lifted the dress off the floor, to slide it onto the hanger I wordlessly handed her. I took the dress from her and put it on the dressing rail, and turned back to admire her. She truly was an awesome sight, her long legs accentuated by her heels and the high sides of her thong panties, the crown of hair piled on her head further adding to her height. "Husband help me...?" she smiled, indicating the back of the Basque, but I wasn't going to, not yet; I was still ogling the perfection that was Teruko Cameron, my wife. I gathered her into my arms, her arms going around my neck to pull herself up as I dipped down to kiss her, our lips meeting in the perfect kiss, all my heart and love and longing for her expressing itself in that one gesture. As we kissed I could feel her slowly grinding herself against me, the feel of her almost unbearable after the enforced separation tradition demanded; I wanted her so badly I could taste it, my need and lust for her flaming up inside me. Teruko was obviously feeling the same way, rhythmically shoving and grinding her mound against my cock as I pulled her to me by her stunning backside, my hands squeezing and separating the firm globes as I kissed her wildly, passionately, all rational thought or reason flown out the window as the need for her flared even higher. "Help...me...!" croaked Teruko, her voice thick with need, and I responded in a fumbling flurry of unhooking and unsnapping, getting that wonderful lingerie creation off my wife so I could feast on her nakedness once more. Teruko meanwhile was busily unbuttoning my formal shirt and collar, popping out studs and unhooking my trousers, stripping me as I stripped her, until I was naked. She still had that tiny wisp of a thong around her perfect hips, but I wanted to peel that off slowly, not yank it off. Teruko sat on the bed and held her arms out to me, calling me to her. She reached out and took hold of my cock, squeezing me as I flexed involuntarily, before dipping he head down to slide her lips over the end, her mouth almost unbearably hot and moist. I was having a very difficult time not coming there and then, and doing polyphase equations wasn't going to help, not this time, so I backed away, seeing the look of surprise on her face, knowing as she did that this was one of my favourite things. "Not like this, baby, not tonight!" I gasped, a slow smile spreading across her face. She slid back up along the bad and patted it, inviting me, and as I climbed onto the bed she turned to face me. "Husband know what tonight mean, yes?" she smiled. I must have looked a little puzzled, as she leaned over to tap the tip of my nose gently with her little pink forefinger. "This wedding night; tonight we supposed to make a baby. Is husband ready to make babies with me?" That did it for me. With an inarticulate growl I grabbed her, pulling her close as I slid that wisp of string and lace off her, my cock throbbing with the need to have her. When I rubbed her labia, my fingers were slicked with her juices; apparently she was as ready for me as I was for her. As we kissed I rolled her into her back, her legs parting as I slid between them; there was no need for foreplay; we were both keyed-up by a day of anticipation of this moment. Teruko broke our kiss to smile and rub noses with me. "Make love to me, husband, make baby in me tonight!" I slowly thrust forward, Teruko lifting her hips to meet me as I penetrated her, my cock harder than it had ever been, the thought of finally making love to my wife on our wedding night more aphrodisiac than any Rhino Horn or other mumbo jumbo could ever be. Her hot, slick pussy was tight and glorious, the feeling of finally being in her after waiting for what felt like forever, but had in actuality only been a few days, almost beyond description. As I pushed further into her, she pushed herself back at me, meeting my thrusts in perfect counterpoint. And so we thrust and pumped at each other, not having sex, not screwing, not fucking, we were making love, on our wedding night, in our marriage bed. Tonight I was making love to my wife for the first time, and praying I was making a baby in her, the one thing I wanted above all other things. We were too highly keyed to last for long; the emotional charge of this, our lovemaking, was pushing our arousal to beyond any limits we'd ever explored before; as Teruko began to gasp and thrash underneath me in the throes of orgasm, as mine hit me too, making me groan out load as pulse after pulse of sperm jetted out of me, bathing her insides with my seed, hopefully accomplishing its purpose this time and planting itself inside her. At the feel of me exploding inside her, Teruko screamed as her orgasm peaked, jolting and crashing through her, the walls of her pussy rippling and squeezing as she milked me, more and stronger jets of sperm erupting from me as we convulsed together again in mutual orgasm, our bodies stiffly melded together as we pleasured ourselves. Shining Girl Ch. 04 At last we came down from that peak, our bodies plastered in sweat as we lay together, hearts hammering from our exertions; I'd never come like that before, like my heart had exploded and poured into her. Teruko was obviously feeling it too, a small tear in the corners of her eyes as she slowly calmed down, the adrenaline shock slowly dissipating. Eventually she turned to smile sleepily at me, kissing me gently on the corner of my mouth. "Thank you my husband, I think Jakku san and I made baby tonight! Thank you, I love you very much, my husband, my Onii-san!" EPILOGUE. It was a strange feeling to be standing here in the Uriwari Memorial Park in Osaka, at the memorial to my father and his wife; even though he'd been the mainstay of my education, he'd never been a part of my life; part of the blame for that lay with me, of course; I'd never made any effort to form any kind of relationship with him, and then had come the news that I would never be able to. His death had brought Teruko into my life and my family, putting something there that had been missing; if mum was the heart of our family, then Teruko was its soul, the glue that had held us together. Now she'd brought me here full circle to meet them properly. She had wept, of course; I would have felt that there was something wrong with her if she hadn't, but then she'd taken my left hand in hers, putting both our hands on their memorial stone so they could see and feel our wedding rings and know we were joined in a bond of love. She'd murmured a polite greeting to her parents, then placed an offering on their stone, before turning away to bury her face in my chest as she wept. I stroked her hair and reminded her that this was a joyful meeting, that she was here to introduce her husband to her parents, and to ask them to bless our union. She'd smiled at that, and led me away. The rest of our trip was taken up with Tokyo; shopping on The Ginza, enjoying the view from our enormous room in the Shibuyan Tower Hotel, walking through the towering business and embassy district of Minato-Ku with its upper-echelon Sararimen and their ranks of high-powered sports cars, the noise and clatter of the Pachinko parlours on Shinjuku, eating teriyaki and drinking beer from Styrofoam cups while watching the weirdo's and outrageous fashionista's with their Animé-inspired costumes lounging around and posing in Harajujku, visiting the Nippon Budokan in Kitanomaru Park, and having an uneasy moment accompanying Teruko to the Yasukuni Shrine to pay her respects to her ancestors, knowing as I did that War Criminals were honoured there as well as the great and the good. The last thing we did was return to Osaka so she could say farewell to her parents. Once there, again she left an offering, shedding a few tears, not crying sadly this time, more wistfully than anything. As she stood with her head bowed, a small butterfly, like an animated jewel, fluttered past her then circled in to make a landing directly on her outstretched finger. She looked at me, smiling happily. "Look, my husband, parents are pleased, they have sent a sign. They are pleased I have married a good and kind man...and they send blessing for my child!" I stared blankly, then suddenly realised what she was saying. "Baby, do you mean...?" Teruko smiled happily, her hand holding her stomach protectively. "Jakku san, we will have baby one day soon, a strong son, I have wish for a strong son, to have your courage and heart, a son to be proud of, and carry your name proudly. Parents are pleased, and all is well, look, they have blessed me!" * Back in England, more good news awaited us. Mum was overjoyed to hear she was having a grandchild, and Grandad was even more so. He took Teruko and me aside for a private chat. "Jack, I used to wonder if you'd ever settle down, and with what kind of girl. You picked the right one there, she's everything you need, and she loves you more than you deserve, and I think it's about time you knew that! Your mother and I have been thinking about things while you were away, and we've come to decision. I'm getting too old to rattle around in that place by myself anymore, and to be honest, now that you're both married and gone, she's going to be even more alone. So I'm going to move in with her; she gets to look after me, I get to spend more time with my little girl again, and that house up in Oswestry, well, it's been in my family since 1767, and it would have gone to you one day anyway, but I'm signing it over to you and Teruko now. I can't look after it anymore, and I know Teruko loves the house, the grounds, and especially her chickens; there's space there for as many children as you can manage, and it needs a family to live there and love it as much as I do; you and Teruko, and that baby and all the others will do that, I know." I couldn't speak for the huge lump in my throat, but Teruko wordlessly hugged him and kissed his cheek, thanking him and showing him how much she loved him. * So that's my story; I transferred from Woolwich to Donnington, just a little way down the road from Shrewsbury, and Teruko and I now live 20 minutes drive from mum, so they spend most of their days together, mum fussing over her as her pregnancy progresses, Grandad still doting on her, and me watching her blossom from girl to woman to mother. I have the best family in the world, and the best friends a man could ask for. Sai is also pregnant, so she and Teruko have their own little pregnant-female Freemasonry thing going; Harry and I avoid them when they're together, as we can't possibly win. And they're both having boys! Harry and Sai are going to be our baby's Godparents, and Teruko and I will be Sai Fong's baby's Godparents; you're supposed to pick Godparents who will be a good influence on the child as they grow, well, I can't think of a better example of love, honesty, honour and commitment than Harry and Sai Fong; they'll be good for our son, I know that. Every day I fall further and deeper in love with my Shining Girl, and every day I find a new and better way of telling her how much I love her. I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with her, and I love every second of it! Sayonara!