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His Sister's Tutor

By: TrueNorth1969



So this is my first submission. It's a long slow build up story. I'm hoping you get to know the characters and enjoy the slow burn between them enough so that the pay off in the second half is a bit more satisfying. Comments are welcome and this is actually the first of a two part arc that I'm working on. 

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Part 1: Taking Attendance

"Okay, so you have five rocks here and five rocks here and another pile of five rocks here," Alise said to the little blonde girl seated beside her.

Illyana looked hard at the picture her tutor had drawn on the paper on the table. 

"How many rocks do you have?" Alise asked.

She rocked in her chair slightly, her hands clasped on both sides of the seat, her cheeks ballooning as she pursed her lips and thought. She nodded each time she counted quietly to herself. Her actions didn't go unnoticed by her tutor. Alise was observing carefully and also not without a sense of satisfaction. If it had been 5 weeks ago, when the evening Homework club had started, Illyana would have been pouting with her head on the table or staring at the wall kicking the table leg. In fact she had to be dragged by her brother into the library's meeting room the first couple of sessions and refused to even look at the young university student who would be her personal tutor for the next 2 months.

But Alise Zhang was just as stubborn in her own way, in the most positive of ways. She was a young woman whose character was built from a mixture of intelligence, kindness, and enthusiasm for whatever she did. There was nothing intimidating about her in any way. Whenever she focused on something or someone, it was never with a hard stare like she was forcing herself to pay attention but rather an attentive gaze from her dark eyes. Those same dark eyes would twinkle like little gems whenever she smiled and Alise smiled a lot and laughed often. When she tutored the most belligerent of kids, she never doubted she would eventually be able to win them over because she enjoyed them so much.

"15." the little girl spoke and looked up for approval.

Alise lit up with an affectionate smile, "That's great. You're right."

"Yes!" Illyana pumped her fist. 

Alise laughed and also pumped her fist. Of all the kids she tutored, she would have to say that Illyana was the most enjoyable. The girl had advanced so much in so little time. She came to the Homework club because her lack of confidence in her English skills had set her back in school as well as socially with her classmates. She was becoming an introvert and because of her grades, she needed to take catch up classes for summer school. But now she and Alise talked all the time and her education skills had blossomed in turn. Alise genuinely shared in the little girl's excitement when she accomplished something.

The two of them worked for a few minutes more alone in the meeting room. The other tutoring couples had finished over half an hour ago, all the other young kids having been picked up dutifully by their families. As usual, Illyana's brother was late. 

Neither of the girls minded though. Again, Illyana liked being with Alise and vice versa. Along with the gratification Alise felt helping the little girl, there was also another personal benefit she enjoyed.

"Are you ready to graduate now, Yanny?" called a deep voice from the doorway.

Both of them looked up from the table. 

"Bobo!" Illyana squealed and ran from the table to meet her brother with a big hug and beaming smile.

Alise smiled at him too...and not due to politeness alone.

"Hi Kris," she said.

Kristoff held his sister's hands and waved to her. She continued to smile as she shuffled over towards them. Kristoff had model-type good looks: short brushed brown hair, deep blue eyes, and lean muscular figure. To this day, the first thought in Alise's head whenever she saw him was the same as when they first met: "Wow."

"I am sorry. I am late again," the young man said genuinely regretful.

"That's okay," Alise said and then waved a mocking hand, "I'll just add it to you bill."

The two laughed as Illyana pulled away and scurried back to the table. "I show you my test today, Bobo! I did well!" she chirped as she rummaged through her bag.

Kristoff couldn't hide his smile but as he turned to Alise, he softened again, "No, Ms.Zhang, I am very, very sorry for always being late."

Alise was already shaking her head and waving him off but he held up his hand.

"No! This is wrong of me. I should be respectful and responsible of my time." He spoke firmly. Alise smiled gently and nodded. She understood the importance of the matter for Kristoff. He was only 21, a year younger than she was, yet here he was charged with looking after his 8 year old sister when he was 19 after their parents had been killed in a car accident. Actually, he insisted that he would take care of her, being her only family in the country. She would not go back to Belarus so long as he was working.

Alise said, "Okay. It really isn't so bad, though. I love working with Illyana."

She relaxed a bit and grinned, "And what's with the 'Ms.Zhang' business."

"One most be respectful of elders," he smirked.

Alise leaned back as if she were shot in the heart, "Oh! Oh! Yeah, right! Now I'm mad!" 

He may have been younger but his height and hard edged face actually made him appear decidedly older than Alise.

She then recalled that he never did refer to her by her first name, "I think you're allowed to call me Alise."

"Ah-leez," he spoke deliberately, then shrugged with indifference.

The two chuckled some more as Illyana returned with a clutch of papers and presented it to her brother. Kristoff nodded and smiled approvingly.

"Hey you got an 'A'!" he said holding up her poster project of grasshoppers, "This is her first time!"

Illyana was glowing, "Yes! Alise...I mean Ms. Zhang and I did that!"

"Really?" he looked at the tutor.

Alise was amazed by the proud look on his handsome face. He looked like a proud father.

"Well," she said, "I helped her with the lay out. She did all the studying and writing."

"This is great, Yanny," he said and pulled her close to him, rubbing her arm briskly. Turning to Alise he added, "Thank you so much."

"Yes, well, okay...I'm great!" she joked.

They all laughed.

"No seriously, Illyana is so smart. She always was," Alise said with a confident voice, "She just needed a different approach to studying."

Kristoff sighed and spoke with a heavy sincerity, "As I said, we must thank you for that. We have been very lucky to have you as her tutor."

"Oh, thank you," Alise smiled.

"As Yanny has told me," Kristoff continued, "You are as smart as you are pretty."

Alise's draw dropped as her eyebrows raised. She managed to form her mouth into a crooked smile but it was still gaping. 

"Bobo!" Illyana said punching her brother in the stomach then burying her head in his side. "Don't say things like that!"

"What is it, Yanny? We should be honest with your tutor!"

"I-I-I..." Alise drew her breath and forced out her words, "I, uh, guess I'm not that smart, then!"

Kristoff focused his blue eyes firmly on her and spoke, unwavering, "I think you are very, very smart, Ms.Zhang."

Alise blinked and smiled. She was sure her round cheeks were flushing a cherry red by now.

"I-I...um...well, what do I say?" she asked.

"You say thank you?" he replied.

She inhaled deeply then sighed, "Well, thanks."

"Okay Yanny," Kristoff said pushing her away, "We must let Alise go home now. Go get your things. Dinner is ready at home."

Alise watched as Illyana skipped over to the table. She was such a happy child now. It brought her to ease as she looked at the girl and she was able to speak more clearly, "I think you're the one who's done a good job with her, Kris. I don't think I could raise a younger sister on my own."

He was staring at his sister as well and he nodded, "It has been...an education."

Alise looked up at him, "Hey, well, maybe you can give me a few personal lessons sometime."

The man pulled his gaze away from his sister and placed it on to the young woman with the warm smile on her face. His lips drew to a determined line, and his eyes had the slightest squint to them, darkening them to an ocean blue.

Immediately, Alise recoiled, "Ooh, that sounded a bit weird, huh?"

The tension she felt building didn't ease, neither did his gaze. She bit her lower lip, and relaxed only a little when Illyana returned and took Kristoff's hand.

The tutor and student exchanged good byes. "See you next week, Illyana. Work hard at school."

"I will," the little girl answered.

Alise looked at Kristoff hesitantly.

He nodded slowly towards her, "I promise not to be late from now on. Good night, Ms.Zhang."

"Good night, Kristoff," the sudden formality was unnerving. 

He nodded then waved and walked out of the room with his sister.

Alise stared at the empty doorway for a full 10 seconds before blowing out a long sigh and running her hands through her long dark hair. She then went to her table to clean up.

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"You enjoy seeing Ms.Zhang,don't you, Yanny?" Kristoff said as they walked back to their apartment.

"Yes!" Illyana chirped, "Do you, too?"

He pursed his lips and nodded his head as walked. He stared out ahead of them as he spoke, "Yes. Yes I do."

Even when they had first met, Kristoff had taken a fleeting moment to note that Illyana's tutor was a sweet and attractive young beauty. She had the twinkling small but exotic Chinese eyes, a gentle pretty face that glowed when she smiled that wide upper-teeth smile of hers, and long black hair noticeably missing the red highlights that almost every other young Asian woman her age had streaked into theirs. And even with the baggy pants and sweatshirt hoody that she wore he could tell she had a nice slender yet soft body. The awkward pair of beach style rubber thong sandals she walked around in just seemed to add to her unique, relaxed, and attractive qualities.

Her gentle yet perky and energetic nature just seemed to accentuate her physical beauty like a glowing aura.

Kristoff would have been blind not to notice her even if they were just passing in the street. But it was his commitment to his sister that had focused his path these days. A reconciled player from his teen years, his days of fooling around from girl to girl ended with the passing of their parents. Girls had become something to look at rather than to touch.

Two years had been such a long time for a young man like him.

"Can we ask her home for dinner some time?" Illyana asked snapping Kristoff back to the present moment.

"Hmm?" he frowned at her.

"Maybe Ms.Zhang can come for dinner?"

Kristoff stopped on the sidewalk and thought for a moment. He rubbed the back of his head like he did whenever a plan came to his mind.

He nodded and continued to do so as he looked down at the apple-cheeked face of his dear sister.

"I think," he spoke matter-of-factly, "That is a very nice idea, Yanny."

She gasped with excitement, "Yes!"

Illyana swung their hands together as they turned up the steps of their apartment.

"But when she comes over, I will not have to do homework, right Bobo?"

"No," he said as he opened the door, "No lessons for you that night."

It was at the moment as he spoke the words that Kristoff had perfect clarity. His heart skipped slightly with a deep rooted excitement that was immediately washed away with a calculating determination that he hadn't let surface in over two years. 

There would only be one person he would want to give lessons to that night.

Part 2-Assigments

Alise hurried down the stairs from the meeting room floor, her sandals making flip flop sounds on the tiled floors. She checked the library floor and then went over to the gym and asked the attendants if they had seen Kristoff Maximo today.

"Check the weight room downstairs," one staff member told her.

The weight room was in the basement of the facility. It had the decidedly dull grey and beige colours throughout and as you made your way down deeper into the concrete rooms, sounds just echoed from wall to wall.

Alise slowed down as she made her way to the basement. Her sandals made quite the slapping noise in that part of the building and she didn't want to annoy anyone. Before she reached the bottom and made the turn into the corridor, she could hear loud stifling grunts along with the clank of metal.

She shuffled slowly towards the weight room, all the while the grunts and clanks growing louder and louder.

She peered carefully into the window of the weight room.

There was only one occupant.

Kristoff did three more curls, his biceps rippling and straining, each one accentuated with an aggravated grunt. Then he put the weights down with a gasp of air. 

He drew in large breaths and ran his hand through his wet dark brown hair. His whole body was covered in a slick sheen of sweat and oil as he pulled up the bottom of his white sleeveless top to wipe off his face, a six-pack of ab muscles stretched across his belly, being cooled by the lone fan blowing in the corner of the room.

Alise chewed her lower lip.

He grabbed his bottle and leaned back as he took a long deliberate swig of water.

"Uh, um...," a soft voiced croaked from behind.

Kristoff gulped, turned and then squinted at the person at the door. 

Alise had managed to stop staring at him long enough to edge her way to the doorway. She was hoping to God he hadn't noticed her watching him.

"Hello Ms.Zhang," he said, his smile turning to a joshing grin, "Or is it Alise?"

She snapped out of her funk with that and rolled her eyes, "Uh, I think we can go with Alise," then she waved a mocking finger at him, "For now!"

Kristoff chuckled then a stunned look came to his face. He gasped and grabbed his watch from the ledge, "I am not late again am I?"

"No! No!" Alise waved her hands, "The session isn't over yet but Illyana finished her homework already. I think she's a bit tired though so instead of playing I think she wants to go home."

Kristoff was already packing his gear into his bag as she spoke.

"But that's okay," she pointed with both hands to the stairs, "I can ask her if she wants to read a book until you're ready."

He shook his head, "Not at all, Alise. I was done anyway." 

He stretched his arms and reached behind to stretch his back. Alise couldn't decide if she should just go or continue to stare.

"Really, it's still another 15 minutes, I can..."

"No!" he said. There was that firm, but not harsh, voice of his that just settled her quietly. "I am done. I can pick her up early as some repayment for being late so many times before."

"That really isn't..."

He raised his eyebrow at her. She immediately stopped.

Alise then nodded and spoke, "Okay. Then consider all debts paid."

His gear slung over his shoulder, he followed her down the basement corridor.

"Debt is not cleared," he said.

Alise stopped at the stairs. Holding the hand rail, she looked back, "Huh?"

"No Alise," Kristoff said, "Debts are not all paid. I have been late many times."

She was about to say something but thought better of it. Just his unwavering gaze alone was able to keep her passive now.

"Illyana and I would like you to come for dinner with us."

"Oh. Oh, no, Kristoff, I can't accept-"

"Yes you must," he insisted.

"Y-you don't have to buy me dinner," she said, trying her best to curb the stammer she got whenever she was panicked.

Kristoff smirked then bobbed his head in a zealous nod, "No Ms.Zhang, we cannot buy you dinner due to our financial circumstances...unless we treat you to French fries at the McDonald's."

The remark was sadly true but he tinged it with enough sarcasm and a goofy grin to break a smile upon her face.

"I will fill your belly with the cooking skills of chef Maximo," he declared.

"Oh! Is that the idea?" she asked.

"That is the idea, yes," he replied, "Illyana and I insist."

Alise paused for a long moment. Though the initial shock had worn off, she was still trying to be careful here.

"I-I'm not sure, Kris," she said looking at him thoughtfully, "It might not be right for a volunteer to accept gifts from their clients."

It sounded painfully professional, but it also seemed right.

It was his turn to speak deliberately, "Very well. You are not the tutor. Illyana is not the student. I am not the client. We have dinner as friends."

Again she thought for a long moment, her lips slowly drawing to a wide grin and her eyebrows arching high as she nodded, "You're not serving Borscht, are you?"

Kristoff leaned closely over her, "No Borscht. Pig stomachs."

Her head circled in an attempted nod, "Sounds yummy."

"Next week after tutoring," he said, "You can go tell Yanny. She will be very happy."

The broad, warm smile returned to the young woman's face finally. She turned and led the way up the stairs. 

Kristoff followed two steps behind her watching her small, round bottom shift beneath her track pants as she walked up. 

Part 3: The Lesson Plan

Everyday leading up to the night of the dinner, Alise contested in her head whether or not she did the right thing by accepting the invitation. She realized the reason she couldn't decide was because there were several levels to the quandary. The idea of a volunteer being served dinner by the student's family still was bothering her a little. But when she had told Illyana that she was coming and the little girl hugged her then ran over to her brother to do the same she realized just how genuine the gesture was. It really was like friends more than clients.

Then there was something else. Kristoff. Everything about him was so unclear. She couldn't begin to sort out what she felt, if she felt anything at all, about him. And when she did think about him, the only images that came to mind were of him in the weight room, muscular and lean, his handsome face straining with a look of attractive determination. The guy was hot. It bothered her to be so focused on the physical, to be objectifying him that way. Her judgement, which she was renowned for and which she relied on for everything from her confidence to her relaxed nature, was clouded to say the very least.

Yet, there she was, sitting beside Illyana like she always did, going through her homework, looking up at the clock every five minutes. She was anticipating when he would come to the door and take them home for dinner.

She even changed her usual tutoring outfit. Gone were the baggy cargo or track pants, replaced with a pretty, yet still casual, denim skirt. She wore a green golf shirt that hugged the form of her body. Her hair was still straight and jet black but had been washed and brushed to a silky softness. 

Her signature rubber thong sandals remained.

Illyana was clearly excited. As it turned out, not only was her tutor coming over for dinner but she also was invited by her friend in an apartment a few floors above her for a sleepover later that night. She had a difficult time focusing on her work but Alise just enjoyed the sheer giddiness of the little girl, perhaps even shared in the feeling. 

She looked up at the clock just as it turned 7 o'clock and almost instantly, a tall figure with dark hair and blue eyes entered the meeting room.

"Bobo!" Illyana squealed and scurried off into his arms.

Alise looked up, pursing her lower lip, then looked at the clock again nodding. "Wow. 7 on the nose. I'm impressed."

Kristoff simply smiled back then knelt down and whispered something into the little girl's ear. Then he handed her something which she immediately hid behind her back as she turned to face Alise. 

Alise looked at her with a curious gaze. Illyana approached her, a huge mischievous toothy smile on her face. 


His Sister's Tutor Ch. 02



Part 1-Reviewing Her Notes

Illyana held her palms at her ears propping her head up with her elbows on the table, a pencil cradled between her fingers in her left hand. She concentrated on the piece of paper in front of her, a very serious look on her face. "Ah," she suddenly gasped and circled the word "P-L-E-A-S-E" in her word search puzzle and then added it to her list. 15 words she counted. She had found them all.

Looking satisfied she held out the paper, hands outstretched, across the table. But the young woman on the other side of the small table wasn't paying much attention, her own head propped up on a curved palm as well, her elbow resting on her crossed knees. She was looking out the window, the expression on her face giving away nothing as to what she was thinking about. 

That was probably to the benefit of the little blonde-haired girl sitting patiently at the table with her.

"I want you Kris!" It was the sound of Alise's own voice in her head, gasping, pleading uncontrollably. Deep inside she shuddered. That wasn't really her was it? She never said, no...screamed, anything like that did she?

She closed her eyes. That didn't help clear her head. Instead it filled it with vivid, undeniable images of that night a week ago.

"Hahn! Ahn! God! Uhn! FUCK ME!" It was like she was standing in the same small apartment but that wasn't her lying on the sofa. That wasn't her naked and covered in perspiration, her legs spread wide, her toes pointed at the ceiling, her breasts shaking and shimmering under the dim lights.

That wasn't her but she certainly recognized the young man, equally naked, equally sweat covered but definitely much larger than the frame of the pretty Chinese woman he was on top of, the one he was taking his pleasure with. Kristoff's handsome face was fixed hard and focused as he pumped his pale white hips hard into her, his solid strokes shaking the old sofa back and forth inches across the floor. 

She saw the face of the woman, a contorted mix of carnal pleasure and of someone hanging on for dear life as she took the long deliberate thrusts of her lover. It was her. It was Alise. The face was a rosy red and strained but it was hers. 

"Hahn! Hahn! Uhn! Kris!" 

"Ms.Zhang?" a small voice called to her. Then she heard the flutter of a sheet of paper.

Alise blinked then shook her head, her dark, slender eyes refocusing. It was as if she was being sucked out of the room with a vacuum. "Hmm?" she muttered almost completely detached.

"I'm finished!" Illyana said unfazed by her tutor's odd behaviour.

Now totally back in the present, Alise looked stunned. She had really been out of it that time. She could feel that her face was flushed like she had been caught leafing through a dirty magazine. 

"Yanny! Illyana!" she gasped, "Sorry! Sorry! I was thinking about...I mean, I was sort of not..."

The little girl continued to hold out the sheet of paper and sighed tilting her head to the side.

"Uh. What? Oh, you're done already?" She took the paper and added, "That was fast."

Illyana pouted her lip, looking a bit confused. She thought she had taken too long doing the problem sheet. 

"This looks, uh, this looks good," Alise said tilting her head and then the paper, trying hard to focus on the words.

"Will you not be checking?" the girl asked sceptically.

Alise took a deep breath and held it. She nodded her head rapidly and swallowed. "Okay. Sure, I'll check it over."

It took an entire minute before she actually could recognize the letters as her heart steadied slightly. It took another to figure out what exactly was the point of the exercise again. All the while as she stared at the sheet of paper, she could see from the corner of her eye Kristoff's little sister gazing intently at her. She bit the side of her lower lip trying to focus hard on the problem sheet, rubbing her temple with her palm. But those stark little blues eyes were just riveted on her.

"Uh, Illyana," she finally said turning to the girl, "Why don't you read a book or something?"

"Did you have a good time last week?" Illyana asked.

"What?" Alise replied, blinking.

"Did you enjoy dinner with us?" 

"Oh. Oh, yeah, it was nice," Alise said, "It was really good."

"Bobo was good?" Illyana continued. 

"Bobo...Kristoff? Uh...what do you mean 'good'?"

"He cooks the best!" the girl proclaimed.

Alise twitched an uneasy smile, "Um, yes, he cooks really well."

"Will you come again?" Her student was relentless adding, "Please?"

"I don't know..."

"My brother said he was so happy to have you!"

Alise paused for a long moment then spoke very slowly, "He was happy to have me...over."

Illyana tilted her head, a quizzical look on her face.

Almost gritting her teeth, Alise repeated, "He had me over. He didn't just 'have me'. I mean, he had me over." 

And over and over and...

That didn't sound right either. Illyana tilted her head the other way. Was this little girl toying with her or what?

Alise closed her eyes, her uneasy smile turning to a pained grimace, "I mean he had me...uh..."

"Ms.Zhang?" A new voice called to her.

Again she shook her head to refocus and turned towards the door of the meeting room. A short round lady in a long blue dress stood at the entrance clutching a bunch of filled grocery bags. She smiled with her plum shaped face.

"Ms.Zhang," said the woman, "I am here to pick up Illyana."

Alise felt the tension that had been tightening within her unwind almost immediately, an almost too large smile on her relieved face. She could feel a layer of cool perspiration on her forehead.

"Mrs.Talbot!" Her welcome was loud. The round woman seemed a little taken aback.

Alise stood up and strode to the door. She said, "Yes, hi. I received the note from Kristoff that you'd be picking up his sister this evening."

"Yes," said Mrs.Talbot, "She and Nana are going to the Chuck E.Cheese restaurant."

"Mmm, lucky!" Alise said.

The woman beckoned to Illyana who was already eagerly packing away her things into her small pink Hello Kitty knapsack. The little girl shuffled quickly towards the door.

She waved to her tutor, "Good-bye, Ms.Zhang!"

"Have fun!" Alise waved back to her student. 

She said good-bye to Mrs.Talbot and watched them disappear around the hallway corner and down the stairs. Then she quickly closed the door. Alone in the meeting room she leaned up against the wall beside the door, the back of her head pressed up against the cool, hard concrete. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply before exhaling with a sigh. Her breath was unsteady.

In her head she ran through the events from a week ago from the moment she had returned with an injured Kristoff to his small apartment across the street. She recalled the scent of his cologne and the smell of his body as she sat him on the coffee table. She remembered every shape of his muscles and the tone of his light skin as she helped him remove his shirt. She tended to his wound. Time slipped forward. Now he was standing over her, shadowing her, that hard handsome face of his staring intently at her, his eyes tearing her clothes off without even touching her. 

They had exchanged words but she didn't recall what was said. She just remembered the first kiss, then the next, then the taste of his tongue as it probed past her lips. She remembered feeling his hands everywhere on her, roughly massaging through her soft skin. He lowered her onto the sofa. Now he really did strip her clothes off, tossing them to the floor. She had been breathing hard when she felt his fingers unexpectedly thrust into her causing her some discomfort before they wiggled between her petals and tapped and tickled her clit, stimulating her. His fingers were soon replaced with the singular length of his cock. That was really the beginning of an endless night, she thought. 

How could someone so young be so experienced? Yet there he was, mixing up his motions from hard thrusts to gentle and long strokes, at once patient and then over-heated and driven. They moved from position to position and he never withdrew from her. He was long and thick, she doubted she would ever forget the feeling of every inch of his penis as it sank in and out of her tight pussy. She certainly will never forget the taste of it, the feel of soft skin over hard muscle as she had taken it into her mouth and licked it lustfully with her tongue. The image of her soft hand running up and down it's rippling length also was etched into her head. 

Finally they ended up on the table, Alise holding on desperately to her senses as Kristoff took her hard from behind. All the while, she was trying to reassure her parents over her cell phone that she safe, that she was fine.

She was great. He was great. They were great together.

The sounds she recalled almost seemed separate from the images. Every one of his grunts, all of her moans and gasps, each and every "slap-slap-slap" of their bodies coming together on that very hot night, they were so vivid yet so jumbled. 

"Fuck me Kris!" she had pleaded.

And the young man had obliged until she gasped and groaned to her final climax, "Ahh-UHHN!"

Alise pressed her head hard back against the wall and squeezed her eyes tight. While she had been recollecting that night a week ago, her hands had drifted from covering her stomach to caressing her cheek and then dragging across her rising and falling breasts. She bit her lower lip as her left hand continued down and played with the waistband of her cotton track pants. A finger nudged against the smooth skin of her belly and then barely slipped under the waistband.

The young Chinese woman's eyes opened wide as she gasped and caught herself. What the hell was she doing? Where the hell was she? She walked over to the window of the meeting room, overlooking the street.

She was in the meeting room above a very public library. It was closed now but that wasn't the point. She was a site supervisor and a tutor recruited by the city to do a job, to teach underprivileged kids during the summer school break. She wasn't there to fantasize about the older brother of one of her students.

Alise Zhang reminded herself of this over and over as she tied her hair back in a pony tail and started to clean up the study materials and put away the chairs and tables.

Besides, she only had spoken to the guy once over the phone since they had been together a week ago.

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Part 2: Revision

Kristoff Maximo held onto the overhead handrail as he steadied himself on the bus. With his mind elsewhere his body was relaxed and he swayed gently as the cramped and hot bus bumped along the road. There were several school girls in their parochial uniforms sitting in front of him, trying not to make it obvious that they were stealing looks at the cute tall guy with the short brown hair and blue eyes. Every so often they would whisper to each other, hands covering the side of their mouths, and then giggle.

But the young Russian didn't take notice of them. Maybe a couple of years ago. Not now. Definitely not since last week.

As it had been in the days before their dinner, as it was when they had made love and fucked, his thoughts were focused all on woman only. A tender, pretty, smart and sweet young woman with long straight black hair, smooth golden-white skin and dark pupils that glistened through the slender shape of her eyes whenever she smiled...or after a night of heated sex apparently.

She had felt so good. Her skin was soft and smooth, her body tender and willing. When his cock had first pushed into her, she had clenched so tight around his tip, it took everything he had not to unload right at that moment. But when he heard her first ecstatic groan, as he moved deeper into her, he drove past that urge, regained control, and made sure that their session would last long into the night. He wanted to share as many sensations with her as he could, savouring her body, letting her appreciate his body. 

It was that focus which had made the night so good. The planning and the execution, it wasn't simply to have her, it was for her. He wanted her to feel as good as she made him feel. In the past, with the women he had been with, that was rarely the case. 

The schoolgirls must have been wondering what he was thinking about as he smirked to himself. He was curious himself about what had changed him. Taking responsibility for his sister for the last two years? Just the simple fact that he was older now? Maybe it was because Alise was worth the effort. 

No. She was definitely worth the effort. That was the best night he had. He hoped she felt the same way.

He really hoped. They were from two different worlds, he knew that. What could he really offer her? Was that night for her something that was borne from pity or maybe curiosity? This self-doubt issue was also something new to him. 

Kristoff frowned. And he had been very rough with her as well, very demanding of her and her body. He actually tried to control himself but the touch of her skin, the look on her face, her smells, her cries just drove him on harder and harder. She was very giving and he took it from her without question, hungrily, greedily. 

More than a need to hear her voice again, it was this uneasy feeling that led him to call her from work the next afternoon. 

"Kris? Wait a minute," she had said when he called her at home. After a moment, she was back on the line and said, "Okay."

"Ms.Zhang," he said without thinking, "I mean, Alise..."

"Yes. That's me," she said, a lightness in her voice.

His mouth hung open for a moment. Then he said, "I am sorry..."

" 'Sorry?' "

"Not sorry," he fumbled, "I mean to say, I...was there anything wrong about last night?"

There was a long silence on the phone, "Kris...no, it's okay. I'm fine. I'm...I'm fine with last night. Do you mean my parents?"

That's not what he meant. He swivelled uneasily in his steno-chair.

She continued briskly, "They were waiting for me at the door and were in my face as soon as I got in. It was crazy. My Chinese isn't that great anymore and they were speaking so quickly that I had no idea what they were talking about. They were frantic but I don't think they even noticed that I was wearing a big soccer t-shirt. I have it here, by the way. I just kept saying I was with a friend, I was with a friend. But really, I'm 22 for god's sake!"

She spoke fast on the phone almost like sounding as if she were trying to convince herself that everything was fine. But he let her talk, trying to gather his own words.

"I think my sister has it figured out," Alise said. She paused and sighed, "I don't know. Maybe I'll talk to her."

That struck a chord. What would she tell her sister about him? How could she describe him without eliciting an even slightly pitiful character totally wrong for her? He began to feel worse.

"But, Kris," she continued more deliberately now, "Last night...it was really...it was fine. Really fine. I'm fine. You...uh...you're a pretty good teacher, you know?"

"That is good," he finally eked. Then he added in a rich old-guard voice, "You are good student." 

She laughed on the other end. It was so sweet to hear.

He nodded during a long pause then said, "Are you available this weekend?"

He heard her sigh, "No. Sorry. I, uh, actually have something to do this weekend. It's something that's been planned for a while now. Sorry."

"Do not apologize," he said. He tapped restlessly on his computer keyboard trying to think of what to say next.

"But...what about next week Monday or Tuesday night or after I tutor Illyana on Wednesday?" she offered.

Kristoff frowned, shaking his head. "No. I am working those days and overtime. It has been very busy here at work. I am working almost full-time."

"Oh," Alise remarked, "What do you do about Illyana?"

Her concern for his sister warmed his heart, "Mrs.Talbot has been a godsend. She looks after Yanny with little fuss."

"Well...that's good."

Their conversation was grinding to a dull thud.

Finally, Kristoff said, "Perhaps then I will see you next weekend."

"Oh, sure," she replied. He wondered if he sensed any resignation in her voice. Then she added, "But you can call me anytime. Just use my cell phone number. Leave a message if I don't answer. I'll call right back."

"Mm-hmm," he grunted.

That's how the phone conversation had ended. After short good-byes, they both hung up. A lacklustre end in contrast to the night before. Kristoff didn't call her back after that. Even though every fibre in him told him he wanted to be with her again, to be in Alise again, he tried to convince himself that this was probably for the best. He needed to cool down. He was sure that the more they got together the harder it would be for him to control himself...and perhaps the harder it would be for her in every sense.

But as each day passed, he struggled with the conflict in his mind and tingling through his body. It made him dizzy and sometimes sick in the stomach. 

Today, he was coming home from work earlier than he was expected because his supervisors had insisted that he looked sick. Arrangements for Illyana had already been made but maybe a quiet dinner by himself would be good for his heart and mind.

The bus lurched to a stop at the corner across the street from the library and community centre. The library was closed already. Kristoff climbed off. The sun was beginning to glow orange as it did in the early evenings during the later days of summer. People moved along quickly through the neighbourhood streets trying to make it home in time for supper. Kristoff just stood on the corner until he was alone, staring at the sky.

His gaze lowered down to the window on the second level above the library. He saw the silhouette of a woman through the glass. She pivoted and her face became clear through the reflection. A pretty face. Long black hair tied back in a playful ponytail. Exotic eyes.

Kristoff's heart skipped a beat once then beat strong and healthy. Self-doubt almost instantly was replaced by stolid resolve and his very posture seemed to straighten out, his frame large and imposing. A fine-line smile drew across his face and his eyes sharpened. 

She was what he needed.

He reached for his cell-phone, a brand new lesson plan forming.

*******

Part 3: Pre-Tests

Alise had pushed a stack of chairs into the storage room when her cell phone rang. Dragging her wrist under the bangs across her forehead she went to her bag. 

She picked up her phone and, slightly out of breath, answered, "Hello?"

"What are you wearing right now?" The voice on the other end was breathy and slick.

Alise scrunched her eyebrows. She paused then said sharply, "What? Who...who is this?"

"What are you wearing, Ms.Zhang?" A distinct, Russian accent dripped through the phone receiver.

An uneasy grin appeared on her face. Alise darted her eyes to the side and spoke softly, "Kris? Kris, that's you isn't it?"

"Tell me what you are wearing," the voice insisted.

"It is you, isn't it?" What was he up to now?

"Are you wearing that baggy grey track outfit?" he continued.

Alise spun slowly on her spot in the middle of the meeting room floor, listening intently.

"Are you trying to hide your body?" Kristoff went on, "That fine body of yours. So smooth. Do you remember how it felt, my hands pushing against your tits, playing with your deep brown nipples?"

Alise gulped, her head listing to the side, "Kris..."

"I want to slide my hands along your belly. I want to push that top over your head. I want to tear your bra off again. You remember that, yes? I want to suck your tits hiding under that sweater. I want to suck them until your nipples are hard, so hard that they hurt."

Her teeth clenched softly together as she breathed through her mouth, short unsteady breaths. She imagined his hands on her chest, massaging her breasts, his wet tongue flicking at her stiffening nipples. "Kris..." was all she could repeat, her voice starting to break.




His Sister's Tutor Ch. 02



"Your pants must be very loose, Ms.Zhang," he persisted. "I think there is nothing more than, what, a single waist string in a bow holding them to your hips? All one has to do is pull that string and then I think an entire hand can slide down your belly and under your waistband. Even a hand as large, and hot, as mine, yes? My hand sliding under your track pants then caressing your panties. Are they blue again? Are they damp again? Tell me what you want me to do next. Slide them under the waist band or pull aside the crotch band? Or shall I tear them off your body again?" 

He had snapped them off of her so easily before. She imagined his hand sliding underneath the waistband this time, stretching out the fine material as his hand twisted and shifted beneath it. His fingers dancing along the petals of her vagina, his thumb tapping softly on her tender clit. His middle finger would slip in then, joined by his index finger, her muscles clenching around them as they entered her. She would be standing there looking down at his hand as he did this, his large body pressed up against her, bending down as he continued to suckle her breasts and as he stroked his fingers in and out of her.

Alise began to tremble softly. Her eyes closed. She could hear her breaths grow louder and her heart pounded at her chest.

"I want to shove my stiff fingers hard and fast into you, Alise." There was no stopping him, "I want to feel your wetness on my fingers and hand."

Alise held her breath.

"Then I want to taste it."

She gasped.

Kristoff drove on, "I would pull down your loose pants, slide off your tiny soaked panties. Think of my tongue on you, sliding up and down your sweet spot...and then into it."

"Kris..." she groaned. She chewed her lower lip. Her freehand had been on her chest, trying to calm her breathing but now it had slid down to her aching belly, hanging precariously close to the waistband of her pants.

"I believe my tongue is very...ah...nimble, yes? How deep can I go into you? How soft and warm are you in there? How sweet do you taste, I wonder? Has anyone ever tasted you before? Would you like that? I want to stick my tongue far into you, until my mouth is pressed up against your tender hole." 

The image was so vivid. Her hands would be at his head, pushing at it, pulling at it, as he buried his face into her crotch, ploughing his tongue into her. His hand clutching tightly on her ass as he pulled her in, sinking his dancing tongue as far as he could go, unimpeded. 

Her hand slid under the waistband. She shuddered. 

"Kris..." she gasped, "Wh-where are you?" She slunk to her knees on the floor, her hand working beneath the crotch of her track pants.

"You are on your knees now, are you not Alise?" 

She opened her eyes and glanced weakly around the empty room. She closed them again and breathed, "Yes."

His own breaths were getting heavier on the phone now. His throat was getting rough and dry, his words slaking out as if spoken through sand paper. 

"That is good. That is good," he repeated, then added, "Can you see me standing in front of you?"

"Y-yes."

"Do you remember the shape of my cock? It's size? It's length?"

She remembered. She had felt it, as she had slid her fingers along it and absorbed it entirely into her body repeatedly. It was so warm. It was a contradiction of soft skin and rippling hard muscle. 

Kristoff went on, "Do you remember the taste?"

Her lips had wrapped tightly around the swollen piece. Driving her head down upon it, she practically inhaled him. As soon as she had lifted her mouth from it, the thirst she felt in her throat immediately drove her to sucking it down again. It grew harder and warmer with each wet stroke of her mouth. Then there was the salty taste of his spunk that he released rudely into her mouth. 

"Kris," she groaned. Her hand clutched and pulled at her panties.

"Holding your head in my hands," he continued, "Pulling your mouth over my cock. You felt so very good."

"Kris! Where are you?" she pleaded. 

"Why?"

"Be-because...I want to know where you are!"

There was an agonizing pause. "Are you wearing your rubber sandals today?" he asked.

Alise craned her neck around and looked at her feet behind her. Her comfort item, dollar store green beach flip flops clung to the heels of her feet. "Uh-huh. Yes," she answered, "Why?"

"I like the sound that they make as they fall to the floor before we fuck."

Alise dropped the phone to the floor. Her dark eyes opened wide. She scrambled to her feet and stumbled to the meeting room window. The sun was starting to come down, everything seemed to glow. She scanned the streets.

"Streets are empty, Ms.Zhang." The voice wasn't from the phone. It wasn't in her head.

She tilted her head, caught the reflection of a large figure behind her in the window glass, then turned slowly around towards the meeting room door. Her breath trembled and her body shook.

"Everyone has gone home," Kristoff said. There wasn't the vaguest sense of lightness in his expression and voice. He was absolutely determined and serious. "Time for more tutoring, yes?"

"Il-Illyana has left with Mrs.Talbot already." She couldn't think of anything else to say.

"That is good," he replied. He entered the room, his frame looming large. He continued, "I do not think these types of lessons are for little children."

********

Part 4:A New Semester

Kristoff closed the door behind him and then faced her simply standing and waiting. Alise sensed a certain cockiness in his actions. He knew how much he had gotten her worked up in the last few minutes. She wasn't sure if she actually liked that kind of self-satisfaction. 

Starting slowly, also a slight, defiant expression on her face, Alise walked towards him. Kristoff watched her then slowly took off his jacket. She never took her eyes off of him as she walked up to him, then past him to the door.

He frowned slightly then turned around.

Alise reached into her pocket and produced a key. She stuck it into the door's keyhole and turned the lock.

"No one is left in the building," Kristoff said.

"Better safe, don't you think?" she replied as she pocketed the key. Then she leaned up against the door. She waited for him to come to her.

He grinned then strode to her. The young man stood over her, just inches away. His size still intimidated her, his muscles still piqued her. But she tried to remain calm and in control, even as her rising bosom said otherwise.

"You know," she said as she moistened her lips then swallowed, "You could call more often."

"I hope this call made up for my lack of consideration," he said. 

He leaned in close. His hand rubbed up her arm along the soft material of her sweatshirt. It touched her bare smooth neck. It reached around to the back of her head. Alise winced and grunted softly as he yanked at the band holding her hair in a ponytail. He then brushed her soft, fine hair out and down over her shoulders.

"I prefer like this," he spoke.

It took her a moment to overcome the shock. All of his actions and words leading to this moment told her that his intentions, inconceivably, were even more lustful tonight. Alise could either be led along , letting him have his way with her, or she could join him.

She was breathing hard now as as she reached up to his face. She cradled his chin and cheeks in her hands then moved them down his face and neck, down to his chest. His breaths were also deep and unsteady as she felt his chest rise and fall. Her hands moved back up to the collar of his button down shirt. Alise pulled hard at the collar, snapping the buttons off down to his waist, the little bits of plastic skittering across the floor.

"That was for my new shirt last week," she said with a grin.

They smothered each other in a deep kiss then. He pushed her hard up against the door lifting her an inch off the ground. Their mouths opened and closed on one another, their heads tilting and angling for good positions as the kissed loudly and wantonly. She sucked on his bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it slip away. He responded by covering her mouth, lolling his head in circles as he worked his tongue past her lips, past her teeth, and into her moist mouth. 

"Mmm! Mmmn-uhn!" She gasped for air whenever she could. 

He leaned his full weight against her. She wrapped her legs around him, their hips grinding into one another. He made motions, pressing his groin into her crotch, only a few layers of lothing separating their intentions. 

The door rattled against their lustful overtures. They were both gasping already, sharing air through their roving lips, wetting one another's tongues. 

Kristoff made the first move. As he had predicted, only a single tie waistband held her pants to her slender hips. It gave way easily to a firm tug. The waistband stretched wide open and acceptingly as he shoved his hand underneath it. 

"Nnn-uhhn!" she panted as she felt his rough hand cup her crotch through her panties. 

He sneered, satisfied. She was already very moist. She thrust her hips forward.

"Alise," he breathed in between kisses, "You...uh...you did not tell me what you would like me to do with your panties."

Without breaking from their kiss, her hand reached down and joined his underneath her track pants. She lifted it slightly then pushed it underneath the band of her soft panties. Her hand came back up and wrapped behind his neck. His hand strapped in close underneath the sheer material of her panties, Kristoff's fingers worked through the strands of hair covering her pussy. They quickly found the petals of her cunt and played with her clit.

"Uhn!" she groaned.

He ran the length of his middle digit up and down her labia, teasing her sensitive petals. He could swear he could feel her sucking him in. 

Alise pulled away from his mouth and hoisted herself higher, resting her chin on his shoulder, holding on tight. She gasped quickly, readying herself.

He ploughed his index finger into her. 

"Uhn-nahhh!" she moaned, "Uhn! Uhn!"

His finger moved swiftly in and out. He shoved it in deep, wiggled it around, before sliding it out again. When it went in again, it was joined by his middle finger. Her whole body shuddered as he played her with his fingers.

Her body below her waist weakened. Her legs slipped from their hold around him and she reluctantly slid back and stood on the floor. His weight pressing against her held her up. 

While his right hand worked her below, Kristoff's left hand pulled at the bottom of her sweatshirt. He pushed it up past her belly, past the cups of her blue bra, bunching the material just below her neck. He used his finger to hook and pull the cups underneath her tits, hoisting up her small but round breasts. He admired the fact that her faintly bronzed skin didn't show any sign of tan lines. His tongue flicked out and lashed at her dark nipples. He nipped at them softly with his teeth until they hardened and then he wrapped his warm mouth around them.

"Mmm!" He moaned as he sucked her breasts. The vibration rattled her to her core.

He sucked her long and hard. Moving rapidly between her tits. He rubbed his cheek against the nipples revelling in their stiffness. 

Then his tongue and lips left her tits, glimmering with his saliva. He dragged his tongue down across her belly. It twitched and undulated as he did so.

Kristoff got down on his knees. He yanked her pants and underwear down, slipping one of her feet free so he could spread her legs wider. He continued to thrust his fingers upward. He moved his face close. Alise watched carefully as his tongue and mouth soon joined in the fray.

"Ahn! God! Ye-eah!" she gasped. 

He kissed her inner thighs. Then his tongue licked up and down her pussy. His fingers, wet and sticky, pulled out of her but he quickly re-entered her this time with his tongue. 

Her mouth trembled as she continued to watch him press his face into her crotch.

His tongue wiggled and slipped into her delicate snatch unabated. He felt her thighs clutch around his head. He lifted her left leg and draped it over his shoulder giving him more space to work his tongue and fingers. 

Alise pressed her chin aside against her shoulder, her mouth agape, as he sexed her with his tongue. When he found a particularly tender spot within her, she tossed her head back against the door, sucking in a long breath of air through her teeth. She clutched at his head, trying to get a grip of his short brush cut hair. 

"Ahn! Mmn-ahn! Uhn! K-Kris!" she shuddered.

Back and forth he switched between tongue and fingers. She was dripping, moist squelching noises resounded as he worked feverishly into her. He wanted to hear her groan louder. He used his lips to gently nibble on her twitching clit.

"AHN! AHN! AHHHN!" Alise knew well how skilled he was with his fingers from before. Now his tongue and lips staked their claim on her as well. She was almost delirious, never realizing she could feel so good. 

Kristoff was working up a sweat as he plunged into her repeatedly. He was breathing hard, taking in deep breaths whenever he switched to his fingers. But he wanted to finish this with his tongue. He wanted to taste her.

He used his fingers to spread her petals wide. Then his tongue went in. His whole mouth covered her as his tongue wriggled as deep as it could into her. His hands reached behind her ass and grabbed tight. He slurped greedily.

"Kris! KRIS! HUHN! HUHN!" she held her breath then gasped, "Hunnn-NAHH!" 

Alise looked to the ceiling her mouth hung open wide. She trembled as she spilled forth her juices. She blinked as her body twitched uncontrollably. Kristoff held fast, letting her warmth rush against his lips. She was so sweet. He raised and lowered his face slowly, nuzzling in close. As her soft convulsions eased he pulled away, kissing her inner thighs again as he did so. 

The young woman slumped against the door and slid down, sitting on the floor. Kristoff watched her quietly regaining his own breath. Her whole face was flushed red, long black hair falling across it. She was all dishevelled, her bra still hanging below her breasts, her sweatshirt bunched up under her chin. She pushed the hair from her face weakly.

He wiped his mouth with the cuff of his shirt then he shifted closer to her. She offered little help nor resistance as he lifted the sweatshirt over her head then reached back around her and undid the clasp of her bra, sliding it off her shoulders. She looked at him. A calm smile appeared on her face.

He caressed her with the back of his hand. Admiring her nude and supple body, Kristoff felt a sudden surge within himself. He stared at her until her gaze matched his then he stood up. Her eyes never left his as she heard the quiet whine of his pants zipper being pulled down. Alise shifted to her knees.

Just as she was before he had started on her with his fingers, Kristoff was readily aroused himself. He pulled his cock out from his pants. It was already a little stiff and a deep reddish purple. Their eyes still on one another, she thought she saw him nod slightly. She turned her attention to his organ.

As it hung before her, ready, waiting, she realized how much she had been waiting for this for the past week. Not just to take it into her but to hear his groans and grunts of pleasure, to know she was the one giving him that pleasure. Her own body was stilll tingling from her experience from minutes before as she took his penis gently in one hand, raising it up with an open palm. Then the golden skinned beauty with the pinball smile and gentle nature closed her eyes and wrapped her mouth over the tip of his cock.

It was Kristoff's turn to watch the beautiful young woman. He looked down as her lips closed over the mushroom dome of his steadily swelling penis. He felt her tongue play with it and working into the tip, her teeth ever so gently pressing against it. Then she slipped it out of her mouth. The dome glistened with her saliva. It twitched.

"Dammit, Alise," he muttered. 

She smiled at him coyly then she opened wide and sucked him in. This time he felt his tip press against the back of her throat. It felt so good. He wanted to drive it down her throat. Instead she pulled back, playing with it with her tongue again It pressed against her inner cheek, bulging it forward. Then she quickly worked into a rhythm, moving her face back and forth over his cock. Her hand slid down the rest of the length and touched his testicles. Now he was breathing through his teeth as he felt her cool hand cup his balls. Her mouth slid off his cock and then ran down the length, pressing it against her cheek until she was close enough to lick his testicles. 

"Unnn," he groaned. He placed his hand on top of her head.

She sucked and kissed his ball sack until it was wet with her saliva then she resumed her focus on the dome of his cock. She made soft slurping sounds, sometimes pausing to swallow the saliva build up in her mouth, sometimes letting it dribble down the side of her mouth in long clear strands. She could feel Kristoff's grip on her hair steadily intensifying. 

"Huh, huh, huh," he was breathing rapidly now. He closed his eyes and listed his head backwards.

She let him nudge the roof of her mouth with his tip before pushing it to the back of his throat. She gasped and wondered if it was possible to over stimulate him? In silent answer, she felt his other hand clutch at her head and now he pulled and pushed her onto his cock. She squeezed her eyes shut as he pushed his hips at her, jamming his cock against her gullet in rapid thrusts.

"Rr-rnnnn!" he growled. She felt so good. Then suddenly he held stopped. He held her head still in his clutches.

Alise didn't move, waiting for it, waiting for his thick strands to ejaculate into her mouth. Instead she heard his breaths slow down and deepen. She felt his hands slowly release their grip on her hair and head. Then she felt his cock slide out of her mouth, a thin strand of goo connecting her lip to his tip.

She looked up at Kristoff. He was looking back down at her. His face was red but the veins in his neck were subsiding. He was trying hard to steady his breaths. But his cock was still swollen and as straight as a flagpole.

Kristoff took a step back running his hands through his short hair. Slowly removing his torn shirt. he took another few breaths then to her surprise, he reached down and pulled her up. Standing naked together they kissed, a long, passionate open-mouth kiss. His cock pressed against her belly.

Then he lifted her up and carried her to a table on theother side of the room. He lowered her onto the cool surface. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he caressed her. He was being gentle, but there was nothing gentle about the look on his face. His jaw was steeled with resolve and his eyes burned lasers into hers. 

Kristoff didn't want to shoot his load into her mouth. He wanted this pressure in his groin to last and he wanted to take it to another level with this young woman. 

He stood at the end of the table and grabbed her ankles. He pulled her forward until her crotch was along the edge. 

Her flip flops dropped to the floor. Kristoff grinned wickedly.

Then he raised her legs and rested her ankles onto his shoulders. She couldn't believe how deliberate he was being, his eyes never leaving hers. It made her nervous and excited. 

The young Chinese woman's long hair splayed across the table, he scanned her nubile body.trembling softly. He then handled his piece. Like with his fingers before, he slid his length up and down her pussy, pushing the folds apart but never entering her. Up and down, up and down. Goosebumps appeared on her skin. 

Alise gulped and blinked, electricity racing through her as he teased her with his cock. "Alise," he spoke, breathy but ridiculously calm, "Do you remember our first night together? Our lessons?"




His Sister's Tutor Ch. 02



It was an obvious question but as her body twitched in anticipation of his hard rod, she actually found it hard to think.

"Kris," she answered wetting her lips and nodded. 

He also responded with a knowing nod. Still he continued to just tease her without penetrating.

"Uh-ummm," she rolled her eyes trying to think. She remembered lesson 1. She gasped, "Y-yes?"

His grin widened, his hips swaying back and forth. But he shook his head.

Alise closed her eyes trying to think, her own hips starting to move. Lesson 2. "I want..uhn...I want you. I want you, Kris."

The large young man steadied his cock at her hole. He nudged it forward slightly, pressing against her cunt. She responded by thrusting her hips upward but he backed away. Again he shook his head.

Alise gasped, exasperated. She tried hard to think. God it was so hard! 

Lesson 3.

Her eyes fixed on him. She almost spat the words at him, "Fuck me."

He smiled. 

She moaned, "Fuck me Kris!"

He grunted and with a swift single thrust, he pushed past her petals and sank deep into her tight pussy. 

"UHHN!" she called aloud. The feeling of his cock sliding into her was familiar by now but it was no less welcome. She gasped repeatedly trying to catch her breath as she took him all in. Her snatch tightened around him. 

His loins slapped loudly against her hoisted crotch. Then he withdrew quickly and completely. Alise's ankles still at his head, she blinked her eyes open and looked up at him confused. He slapped his hard stiff piece against her petals. He stuck the dome in an inch but pulled out again and again.

"Kris," she pleaded, "Please, don't tease. Uhn. Fuck me."

He plunged deep into her again, relishing her warmth. 

"Huhn! You are a very good student, Ms.Zhang," he grunted.

This time he started his thrusts. Slow and steady he watched his cock go in and out of her, his hairs meshing with hers as he sank it in, his length gleaming with her moisture as he pulled out. Alise clutched the side of the table as he reached up and held onto her ankles. Her feet twirled in the air. But he wanted to go into her deeper. He leaned forward, over her, folding her, her legs stretched outright. Within minutes he had worked his motions into more powerful, swifter strokes.

"Uhn-nn! Uhn! Ahh! Hahn!" she groaned.

He ground his hips against her then slid back and forth rapidly like a piston. Her lovely breasts jiggled and shook in circles as he pounded his piece into her over and over. The familiar "slap, slap, slap" noise returned and echoed in the empty meeting room. Inches of hardened hot flesh went in and out of her repeatedly. Alise could feel him swelling inside of her. Each time she looked at him, she saw a certain determination in his face. He was going to make this last. Tonight, he was going to work her hard. 

Kristoff stood back and dropped her ankles from his shoulders. He wrapped her legs around his waist, then with a satisfied sneer he lifted her from the table. One arm wrapped under her ass, the other supporting her back he carried her. Alise held on as, with a buck of his hips, he lifted her up then dropped her down onto his stiff cock. 

"Ooh! Oh! God! Ahn!" She cried out each time she sank onto him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Alise! Yeah!" He responded.

Her body was witness to the young Russian man's power as they fucked standing like this for several minutes before his legs buckled and he stumbled towards a wall. He still carried her, pressing her back against the hard concrete. The power in his thrusts never subsided. They found one another's mouths. Tongues lashed and explored deeply as they exchanged moans and groans. It had started cool in the empty room but they were both sliding against each other with a thin layer of sweat between them. Again he covered her body with his cologne. 

"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!" she moaned as his hips undulated with a dancer's rhythm. He worked his mouth downward licking the top of her tits. She clutched at him. Trying to get a grip, she drew deep crimson scratches across his back with her nails.

The sudden pain of her scrtaches just spurred his fervour and he banged his crotch against hers even harder, her butt pulling away then slapping painfully against the wall. 

"Ow! Uhn! Kris! Ahn! Ahn!" her raw, pained voice filled the small room and bounced along the walls.

She managed to get a grip on his short slick hair. She yanked his head back. Instead of a pained expression, she saw a fury in his eyes that froze her. 

Kristoff lowered her to her feet. To her surprise and disappointment, she felt herself slide off of him. But she only was able to give him a passing puzzled glance as he spun her around and shoved her forward against the table. He bent her over it, her sensitive tits mashing up against the cold surface. She tried to raise her head slightly but a strong rough hand held her down against it by her neck. 

Alise sucked in her lower lip and then grabbed hold of the edge of the table.

Again a familiar position but accentuated to frenzied levels.

"Ha-AHHN!" she screamed. 

Again he was in her. His cock went in fast and hard with stiff strikes. He grabbed her hips then pulled her onto him. "Ah god! Kris!" she cried out.

The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh was even more vivid now as he pounded his crotch against her round bare ass, the lustful noise reverberating throughout the room. Light red marks appeared on her smooth buttocks with each of his heated slaps.

Alise gripped the table edge tight. Her brow was knitted, she chewed her lower lip, hair falling across her face. The table screeched forward across the floor as he rocked her over and over from behind.

Kristoff grunted and groaned. Again her moans weren't enough. She didn't call his name out enough times. She didn't ask to be fucked loud enough. "You..uhn...you like...uhn...this Alise?" he asked. 

"Uhn! Uhn! Yes! Kris! Yes!" she answered.

She felt his hand wrap around her long black hair, twisting it. A sharp pain ran through her as he pulled her by her hair from the table. She reached back to grasp at his hand. 

He let go of her hair but still thrusting, Kristoff asked again, "Like this? Do you like this, teacher woman?"

"Yes! Uhn! Uhn!" she groaned, "Please, fuck me, Kris!"

His left hand slid down her body, between her legs. His fingers teased at her clit. His right hand kneaded and massaged her aching tits. Her hands clutched at his, guiding him, encouraging him. They moved as one, as close to one another as they possibly could be. They rocked and ground their bodies together. She turned her head as far back as she could. He met her mouth with a deep, languid kiss. Every part of their bodies was working for this moment. Their energy was sapping quickly but they both held on. 

There were no more self-questions anymore, no more words or lessons. They were answering one another with their bodies. Kristoff told her how much he needed her, how much he wanted her to enjoy this with each broad stroke of his swollen member. Alise told him how good she made him feel with her cries and moans, and she told him how much she wanted him to have her with willing and warm body.

They sank to the ground, their legs buckling beneath them. For a moment he pulled out of her again. He sat up on the cold floor, he didn't care. He pulled her onto his legs, her own smooth legs sliding past the sides of his waist. He wanted to see her face at the end and he knew she wanted the same. She immediately held his face and guided it to hers as they pressed their lips and tongues together. His arms lifting and her toes pushing up against the floor, her waist rose above the top of his rock hard cock. Again she sank onto him. She blinked in amazement. He actually felt bigger.

Cradling her in his lap his resumed probing his cock deep within her. His ab muscles tightened as h pushed his hip up and drove his penis into her. Her belly rolled and bucked on his crotch. She shifted her hips on his staff. Every little movement was a wondrous new sensation.

"Uhn! Uhn! Kris," she said his name in a hoarse whisper.

"Alise," he answered her. "Thank you."

Kristoff shifted forward to his knees, lifting the young woman and then laying her down onto the floor. She didn't care either. She barely felt the hard cold surface through her tingling flesh. She only felt the full length of his piece sink into her. She pulled her knees up, clutching her thighs tightly against his side. 

Kristoff raised himself onto his knuckles, hovering over her. His veins in his neck were straining. He glared at Alise, perspiration covering her face. His thrusts became more pointed. Her hips and buttock raised from the floor only to be slammed back hard to the surface as he rammed his cock into her.

"Uhn! Uhn! Ahhn! Kris!"

"Alise! Huhn, huhn!" 

The build up in his groin was painful. He had gone well beyond how he had imagined that this would all unfold. 

The young woman reached up and pulled him close to her again. They held each other close, their heart-beats matching in rapid fire succession, his hips continually rolling and undulating. As the energy surged to one point in both their bodies, they came together in a last desperate kiss.

Alise squeezed her eyes tight, "Mmn! Mmn! Ahn! AHH-UUHHNN!" She gasped into his mouth as she came. She shook. 

"Huh! Huh! HU-UHHHNNNN!" Kristoff answered her climax with his own relieved groan. His swollen organ surged with fluid. It seemed like an endless stream of jism flowed through his cock and filled her. He breathed sharply, clutching her body close to his. He stayed inside of her, his piece twitching and spitting strands of his warm, viscous cum into her. 

Her juices mingled with his. Her legs lost all energy and slid from his sides, splaying wide open as he lay his weight onto her. "Mmn. Mmmm," she cooed softly and nibbled softly on his shoulder. "Kris. Oh god, Kris."

Kristoff was grunting like a worn out beast. It took him a few minutes to even raise his head. He stayed inside of her, his swollen piece subsiding. They looked long and passionately at one another. He brushed the hair from her face, she stroked her knuckles along his pectoral muscles. Their kisses were softer now, more like pecks, but no less meaningful. He lowered his head and enjoyed the taste of her perspiration covered tits.

"That was good," Alise said feigning his Russian accent.

"No, Alise," he said looking up and smiling, "That was very good."

He liked the way her sweet smile returned to her face even after such a torrid session. "I guess I passed your course?" She joked, "I'm a good student, yes?"

"You are as good as a student," he said pausing to give her another kiss, "As you are a beautiful teacher."

"Can I keep your shirt, then?"

They chuckled then embraced each other. 

*******

Part 5-Commencement

Alise only had 3 more day sessions in three weeks with Illyana Maximo that summer. Illyana was fine though. As Kristoff noted with pride, she had come so far with Alise. No longer afraid, she eagerly anticipated going back to school in the fall. Alise even joined Kristoff for some back-to-school shopping. She noted that Kristoff seemed to be buying an awful lot of supplies. 

"You never know," was all he said to her.

She and Kristoff managed to find time to have a few more personal sessions, day and night, of their own. While Illyana visited with her friend Nana a lot that summer, Alise and Kristoff were together back at his apartment, in her car, in several locations in and around the community centre and finally in her bedroom one evening when the rest of her family had gone out. 

She was buttoning her blouse as he walked around naked in her room checking out the various trinkets on her shelves. Sweet but nothing too cutesy. Everything was very much like her. He then noticed the packed luggage and boxes in the corner. That's when she told him that she was going to Hong Kong for a year to study abroad at the end of the summer. She'd been trying to think of a way to bring it up, uncertain how he would react. She counted on him seeing the bags when she invited him over to spend the evening with her.

"I have to brush up on my Chinese so I can understand what my parents are saying when they're scolding me."

Kristoff couldn't hide his dejection. He stared at her long and hard, not angry...just sad. 

She waved to him to sit beside her on the bed. She wrapped her arms around him.

"I'll be back," she whispered, reassuring him.

Kristoff pursed his lips and nodded his head, "Yes. And I will be better."

She leaned back, squinting her dark eyes at him, "Hmm?"

He picked his pants off of the floor and pulled a sheet of paper from his back pocket. He handed it to her and she opened it up. Alise's eyes lit up as she read his college late acceptance letter. She hugged him.

"You're actually going to do it?" she asked.

"I have been...inspired. By my sister," he looked up from the paper to the caring eyes of his lover, "And by my sister's tutor."

That was the warmest smile he ever so appear on Alise's face.

"Is good, yes?" he asked.

"Is so very good!" she said smiling.

He grinned, "I know something even better." He reached for her blouse and she watched silently as he started unbuttoning it again. 

*********

Alise Zhang stood at the airport security gate. She hugged her mother, her father and her sister good-bye for the 17th time. As she reached for her carry-on from the floor she glimpsed a small blonde girl standing 6 feet away looking at her with mesmerizing blue eyes. Standing beside her was a tall, handsome young man with neatly brushed short hair wearing a very pleasing sweater. 

Alise walked over to them, her sandals making flip flop noises on the floor, and bent down to hug the little girl. The girl handed her a white rose. Alise smiled then stood up and gazed at the young man. They hugged one another and kissed. Then she led the two of them over to her family.

"Mom, Dad, Carol, this is Illyana Maximo, my student," she said waving her to the girl and then the man, "And this is Kris."



His Sister's Tutor Ch. 03



***So to clear things up: Some of you may have read a version of His Sister's Tutor Ch.02 which I had noted was the end of the story. Of course, as soon as I submitted it, ideas started stirring in my head and I sent in a revised version that tweaked a couple of things (and fixed a few typos; sorry about that) so that the ending was left a bit more open. The result is Chapter 3. I've learned now never to end one of my stories with "The End" because you never know.

Thank you always for taking the time to read and please feel free to leave comments and criticisms.***

Part 1: Extra-Curricular Activities

Vancouver, Canada

2 months ago...

They had gone there to study amongst the towering cedars and firs covering the better part of Stanley Park. It was such a beautiful mid-spring day, three days without rain being something of a minor miracle for the area. After twenty minutes of sitting at a picnic table with their books and papers spread out, she could tell he was more than a little distracted and when he was talking to her, there was a hint of uneasy agitation in his voice and face. His Russian accent would become more evident and his voice dipped to a surly mumble and his beautiful sky blue eyes would narrow, his brow leaning heavily over them. Funnily, it actually made the woman stare at him with even more longing. A cloud seemed to suit this young man. So when he sighed and asked if they could just go for a walk in the woods she was more than willing to follow his lead. 

They walked silently off the main paths in no particular direction, the leaves and branches on the ground crackling beneath their footsteps. The tall muscular young man had slung both of their bags over his shoulders as they made their way through. She would brush her hands along the trunks of trees and bushes glancing over at the man with a suggestive smile, trying to get his attention. But he was lost in thought, as he seemed to often be, staring at his feet as they lead him deeper into the forest, only moving his head to avoid the low branches in his path. They came across a slope with a large formation of rocks jutting out from the ground.

Finally she cleared her throat. He looked over to the woman, her wide bright smile showing through milky brown skin. There was a knowing look in her green contact lens covered eyes and she brushed back her chestnut hair which went down all the way past the small of her back. She cocked her eyebrow and said, "Any idea where we're going or are they going to have to send a search party after us?"

The young man blinked his blue eyes as he came back to the moment. He smirked and ran his hand through his short dark brown hair. Sighing he said, "I am sorry, Sonali. Should we find our way back to the path?"

She couldn't stop grinning as she turned her head left and right with a watchful eye. It was still and quiet in the forest. She couldn't hear any voices. They were in a pretty secluded area. She strolled over to one of the large rocks and leaned against it, facing him. She lifted the back of her hand to him and then curled her index finger quickly, beckoning him, as she bit her lower lip with a smile. 

The tall man gazed blankly at her then he rolled his head upward, looking up at the canopy of trees hanging over head before bringing his eyes back down to the leaves on the ground. He thought for a long moment then looked up at the young woman before him. He dropped the bags and walked towards her. As he approached, she wiggled her hips slowly and suggestively and the grin on her face seemed to grow even larger.

She was a petite but curvaceous woman. He towered over her, as he stood upright a foot away from her. She had to stand straight to be able to touch his cheek with the palm of her hand. He was still expressionless as he looked down upon her but she didn't seem to really care. She giggled softly as she managed to wrap both hands around his neck and pull him downward. She stood on her tiptoes as their lips met. Her full red coloured lips pressed hard against his. She worked her mouth in a steady open and close motion, sucking and pulling on his lips. Her giddiness made her stomach ache and her eyes rolled upward as they kissed. He continued to stare at her vacantly even as her tongue soon made its way into his mouth.

Pulling her hands away from the back of his neck, she continued to suckle on his mouth as she reached to his waist and lifted the bottom of his sweater, pushing it above his stomach. She stroked the definition in his solid abs and rubbed her fingers around his belly button. 

Finally he started to respond a bit more, his breathing intensifying. He frowned and leaned back. He pulled his sweater off and tossed it on a rock giving the grateful woman a nice long look at his very appealing pale skinned physique and musculature. She came at him, digging her fingers into his waist, nipping his pecs with her teeth and wrapping her soft lips around his nipple then flicking it playfully with the tip of her tongue. Clenching his teeth as he breathed, he ran his hand from the top of her head down the length of her straight silken hair. It ended at her butt and he took a moment to stick a couple of fingers under the waistband of her low-rider jeans and run them along the smooth skin at the top of her crack. Again she giggled softly as he did this and she slicked her tongue down between his pecs, moving towards his belly.

As she bent down, he pulled at her sweater, pulling it over her head revealing the black lace bra hugging her fine-toned brown skin. She continued to crouch further down as she continued to work him with her nimble tongue, slinking it around his belly button before slipping it into the tender skin at his navel.

His fingers pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders, giving them a little tug downward, the cups of the bra slipping under her breasts. Her tits were full and large with deep brown nipples straining to attention as the cool spring air blew past them gently. 

After moving downward in a deliberately indulgent pace, she finally rested her knees onto the cool, moist blanket of leaves and grass on the ground. She pressed her fingers against the crotch of his jeans, looking up with a smile as she felt a twinge of movement beneath the denim. She pressed her open mouth and tongue against the rough material, hungry for the flesh hidden behind. His look was still stoic, a fine line drawn along his lips. Continuing to stroke her hair and staring at the top of her head, he watched then listened as her long dexterous fingers quickly worked at his belt strap, the stiff leather creaking as it was pulled through the buckle. His stomach tensed as she undid the button of his jeans then slowly pulled the zipper down. 

He showed his teeth as she quickly reached into his pants, between the fold of his boxer shorts, and pulled out his stiffening cock. Holding the long and thick and reddish length of flesh with her hand, the woman's eyes were transfixed, a sharp smile on her lips as she brushed her hair away from her face. She lifted it high and licked at its base, flicking her tongue against his balls. Then she ran her tongue along its length towards the tip. She leaned back to lick her lips and toss her hair again to the side with a flick of her head. She stuck her tongue out and pressed the tip of it against the hole at the top of his dome. Her lips followed and she wrapped them around the head of his cock, her tongue constantly pressing against the top. Within herself, she smiled, hoping the young man was enjoying this. When she felt his hands clamp against the side of her head and pull her mouth over him, she knew he was pleased. 

With a firm tug of his hands, he pulled her head forward, sinking his cock deep into her mouth, pressing it against the soft back of her throat. He felt her tongue slink and writhe around his length. He listened to her moan and gasp and gulp hungrily as she worked her mouth around him. Her free hand massaged and caressed her breasts. Again he raised his eyes to the trees hanging overhead. He breathed deeply and finally closed his eyes. The moment he did, he saw the gentle smiling face of a young Chinese woman he never could get out of his head no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much he needed to. 

"Alise..." Kristoff Maximo whispered. The name was taken by the breeze and carried deep into the forest, lost amongst the silent trees.

***********

Lan Kwai Fong district, Hong Kong

4 nights ago...

"Destination" was the club to be at this night. Throngs of "the good-looking" people, Chinese and foreign nationals alike, were pressed into the confines of the warehouse sized bar. Mirrors, spinning lights, laser projectors, speakers and security cameras covered the high ceilings. Three full-length bars served to slake the thirst for alcohol of an endless onslaught of customers. Over-sized velvet and leather lounge sofas strained under the weight of groups of patrons, strangers willing and eager to get to know each other intimately for only a few hours that night before losing all sight of them forever in the overpopulated streets of Hong Kong. Heavy techno hip hop music pounded against the walls, mercilessly rattling ears and teeth. Many voices would be lost that night as they were screamed raw to ask simple questions like where the washrooms were. 

The music was the glue of the club, working its way between and through all the over-heated people in it. It was the siren that called to the people to the two dance floors, made them twist and grind and mesh together on the floor, blanketing the shifting blue and white lights below the thick glass paneling. No words could be heard above the music on the dance floor, so people didn't even try to talk. They communicated to one another with their movements, expressing their wants and needs with a flick of the head, a wink of the eye, a swivel of the hips, and mouths that opened and closed seductively without speaking but saying so much without losing anything in translation.

Martyn Hillier waited at the bar having spotted the young woman he had wanted to be with tonight awhile ago. This was the first time since he had arrived in Hong Kong from Australia two weeks ago that his colleagues at the firm took him to the notoriously frenzied clubs of the harbour city. He had been antsy everyday for the last two weeks trying to get his software to run at the branch office and to prepare for a webcast meeting that ended successfully just that afternoon. His adrenalin levels were shooting through the roof. Now it was time for a well-earned party, to drink, to strut, and to hopefully, ultimately sample some of the female delicacies of Hong Kong.

She had pushed up against his arm as they both tried to get their orders through at the bar. The young Chinese woman leaned to her side, looking up at him with an apologetic smile. He looked at her for a moment then returned the smile and waved his hand telling her to go first. He noticed a gentle blush on her cheeks as she nodded her thanks to him. That's all it took. His hazel eyes followed her all night long from that point. 

There was nothing specific about the woman that attracted him. She was a pretty, young Chinese woman amongst the club's very crowded sea of pretty, young Chinese women. And his colleagues had told him that he shouldn't put all of his lustful eggs in one basket, to cast wide his net. With all the people in the club and the sexual zeal emanating from them tonight, he was bound to have one or two fish swim his way. Martyn liked the chase though. He was often capable of catching his target and it made the experience all the more rewarding when she was the one he had been locked on all night long.

Tonight he was locked on a woman with jet black neck length hair, a gentle soft face with eyes that shaped into upward crescents and twinkled when she smiled. She had a silvery-blue dress that was low cut at the back and hung a couple of inches above her knee. The fine material of her dress swayed from her slender hips as she walked in her sparkling blue ankle-high spiked-heel boots. She was plenty more than attractive enough. She didn't seem attached to any guy. Plus she was putting away the shots pretty quickly as she sat with her friends in a booth. She looked like she was eager to have some fun tonight.

After about an hour of hanging out and drinking at their booth, the group got up leaving behind their empty glasses covering the table. Excitedly, they made their way to the dance floor. Martyn watched her hurry past him. Then he patted one of his colleagues on the shoulder and winked. He left the bar and made his way through the crowds, his eyes never leaving the woman with the silvery-blue dress.

She was immediately swept up into the madness. Just as she had made her way to the edge of the floor, it felt like an undertow had sucked her deep into the crowd. She held on tight to the wrist of her friend as they were pulled into the heart of the swaying scrum. The heat emanating from the bodies was like an oven and soon she could feel a film of sweat on her skin, a mix of her own and those of the people she was brushing against. She was glad her dress was made of light material but still it was soon hanging limply against her damp skin. However, she had long switched off the thought in her head that this was uncomfortable and that she wanted to leave. Instead, she was carried along by the bumping and grinding of bodies surrounding her. Soon she was part of the single entity which the mass of bodies on the floor had become, the music beating in her head like a relentless, throbbing pulse. She raised her arms, closed her eyes and rocked her hips giving herself over to the quick beat of the music. She cheered and yelled, her voice not even making an audible dent in the thundering rhythms.

She was taken away by the music or at least she was hoping it was taking her away. She spun and danced and whipped her head around with abandon until she felt her mind swirl, trying to free herself of a jumble of upsetting thoughts and memories from the last few months. Her heart was racing, the alcohol flowing through her blood, washing away her inhibitions. She wanted to feel free. 

Suddenly she felt a very firm bump against her back. She stopped and opened her eyes. She looked around but couldn't spot any one she recognized. There was another firm, warm press against her back. It felt deliberate, unlike the inadvertent touches of all the bodies bouncing around her. She turned around and looked at the face of the man who had been pressing his body up against her back. He wasn't Chinese. He had tan white skin, hazel eyes and short, wavy dirty blonde hair. He wore a simple white dress shirt which was unbuttoned two buttons from the collar. It was his smile that got her attention though. It was like cut glass and he flashed it very deliberately at her. She blinked as she recognized him: he was the cute guy at the bar from earlier that night.

She mouthed, "Oh, hi."

Martyn simply raised his eyebrow and nodded to her, his sharp smile never easing. The beat of the music became heavier and slower. He started to gyrate his hips and sway to the music, never looking away from her. 

The young woman stood there, pulling her hair behind her ear as she looked around uneasily, still unable to locate her friends. She looked back at him. He was still dancing, his eyes still set on her, that smile still there. She could recall one other person who ever looked at her that way. 

Maybe it was the hypnotic flickering of lights, or maybe it was the raw wanton energy of the mass of humanity around her, or maybe it was the shots she bought and accepted and sucked down before, but her heart was beating hard and heavy matching the music that clutched her body like a fist. She kept her gaze locked on his as her hips slowly began to sway and roll, her skirt swishing side to side. His smile seemingly angled even more sharply.

Soon she and Martyn matched their movements to one another. He shimmied closer. She didn't back away. An inch apart, they leaned forward and back, moved left and right, trading the sweaty warmth of their bodies without actually touching. She tried to steady her breaths, her heaving breasts coming very close to brushing up against his chest. Still they locked their eyes on one another. 

Martyn finally touched her. He wrapped his hands against her waist, feeling the trim inward curve of her body beneath the thin material of her dress. The sway of her hips was smooth and arousing. He pulled her in tight against his body. The woman didn't resist, just leaning her head back slightly so that they're faces remained an inch apart, draping her arms lazily over his shoulders. They continued to move as one, their bodies never pulling apart, their foreheads leaning against one another. The woman could feel his heartbeat against her bosom, now. It was like he was speaking to her without saying anything, calling to her. His strong heartbeat made her uneasy but it took her attention away from the fact that his crotch was pressing up against hers with intent. 

Martyn could sense that tinge of uneasiness in the young woman, her quivering smile, her shifting eyes. Still he held her close, his hand sliding to her back, finding bare skin just above the small of her back where her dress hung low. He caressed the soft, smooth skin with the tips of his fingers. Her mouth parted slightly as she gasped and she wet her lips with a roll of her tongue. With that slightest of signals, he moved his face closer to hers.

Eyes wide open, she felt the man's lips press against hers. She didn't turn her head away though, just leaned back as his warm, soft mouth locked onto hers. A tender first touch quickly became a passionate, smouldering kiss. Again, as if she were trying desperately to try to lose all control of her body and senses, the woman closed her eyes and pulled him in close. Her mouth was soon opening and closing on his, pulling and pushing on his lips softly with her own. She flicked her tongue out to lick his upper lip. The invitation was quickly accepted and his tongue joined in the dance with hers. They both could taste the pungent flavour of alcohol on the tongue and in the saliva of the other.

His other hand slipped around and met the first at her back, massaging the bare, tender flesh. Then with increasing boldness, they both slid down under the loose material of the dress, down past the small of her back and quickly under the sheer material of her panties. He clutched at the round softness of her ass. He felt her gasp into his mouth. She moaned, her body tensing, as he dragged a finger between the two shapely moons. 

The woman broke away from the kiss to catch her breath. Martyn didn't let up though. His kisses continued down her chin. She tossed her head back giving him a clean shot at her neck. With his hands supporting her at her ass and back, she leaned far back, her leg moving up to wrap around the back of his. He kissed and suckled on her neck, his lips continuing to venture downward to her collar bone and then to the top of her soft bosom peeking out from the collar of her dress.

Her body tingled and her head was spinning. He was only one man, yet it felt like a dozen hands touching and groping her body. It felt like a dozen tongues and sets of lips kissing and tasting her skin. Deep inside she knew there was a voice telling her to stop this. But for now, it was buried too deep and she was deliberately tossing dirt on it, trying to cover that feeling up.

She pulled herself up. They locked eyes upon one another again, both of their faces red and perspiring. They continued to kiss feverishly on the dance floor. She now kissed and nibbled at his neck, her fingers undoing another button of his shirt. She slid her hand under his shirt, and dragged her fingers across the hairs on his smooth, firm chest. Martyn felt the bulge in his pants begin to throb. He caught his breath and his smile returned. He pushed her away slightly to look at her. Burning his eyes into those of the young woman, holding her tight and close, he sent his illicit invitation to her with a simple beckoning nod of his head and then tilting it back towards the club exit.




His Sister's Tutor Ch. 03



She was breathing hard through her mouth, denying the nagging pain building in her skull. She felt as if his eyes had captured her, caged her. She told herself that she didn't want out. After a moment, she blinked and replied with an assured nod of her own. She accepted his invitation. She was ready for this. 

Slowly they made their way through the crowded dance floor, still kissing as they pulled away from the suction grasp of the music and fervour. It took several minutes before they made it to a back service corridor. They moved past the other couples and trios who found their spots for the night there. Finally they came to the emergency door. Martyn shoved it open with a hard check of his hip and the two spilled out into the Hong Kong night. The cool fresh air was almost as intoxicating as the alcohol they had imbibed. The young woman's head was really spinning now.

He looked around briefly as they stood at the top of the stairwell. There were still a few more people hanging around smoking or making out on and near the steps. Martyn led her quickly past the people and they made their way through the jammed back parking area, cars parked barely two feet apart from one another. 

It had been raining all day and while it had stopped now, there was a thick misty fog in the air. A thin layer of dew blanketed the ground and all the vehicles. They made their way to the back of the lot. A blinding security light still was cast through the fog flooding the area but they were away from everyone.

Martyn immediately pushed the young woman up against the side of a car. Her warm back pressed up against the cool wet window. It felt refreshing and sent a tingle up her spine. He leaned forward, mashing his body against hers as they came together in a long, steamy kiss. She reached for his head but he grabbed her wrists and stretched them out across the length of the car. Pinning her there by her wrists, he covered her face and neck and collarbone with quick kisses and licks. She was breathing hard again. 

The woman opened her eyes as she felt him kiss her all over. She stared up at the light through the fog. A face began to appear, a man with blue eyes...

Suddenly he leaned back slowly lowering her arms to her sides. He was smiling again as he dragged his hands deliberately up her arms. He reached for the straps of her dress and gently slipped them off of her shoulders. Her lower lip began to tremble slightly. She looked down as her dress slowly slipped to the top of her breasts then she looked up at him again. Her eyes began to show a faint glimmer in them, as if she were waking form a dream. Somewhere, deep down she finally began to hear the echoes of the voice calling to her, telling her to stop. With an apologetic look in her eyes, she reached up and stopped his hands from pulling her straps down further as her dress barely clung to her nipples. She slowly lifted them back onto her shoulders.

Martyn stepped back. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a grim, solid line on his lips. He shook his head. He wasn't going to have any of that now. His hazel eyes were afire as he reached for the straps again. This time he yanked them off her shoulders down to her wrists before pulling them over her hands. Her body tensed and she gasped, her dress hanging at her waist. Her bare tits glimmered under the spotlight. His forcefulness shocked her back to the moment and she stood quietly as he undid his shirt and tossed it onto a car, his lean, tanned, cut figure shadowing hers. Martyn took a moment to admire her fine sloping breasts before moving in on her again.

His mouth quickly enveloped a deep brown nipple while his fingers massaged and pinched the other one to perky attention. The tip of his sensitive tongue ran around the tiny bumps around her nipple. Her tits were so soft, so tasty and he took his time to hungrily suckle on each of them. 

The young woman closed her dark eyes and leaned her head back against the car, her hair soaking up the dampness on the vehicle. Somehow painfully pushing back the voice she was beginning to hear, she clutched his head close to her as he indulged in her breasts. She strained a groan through her throat.

Martyn pulled away, stepping back once more. With a wink, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out one of several small packets he had carried with him. He lifted her hand and placed the condom packet into her palm. She stared at it for a moment, still holding it in her outstretched palm. As he stepped back a foot, leaning on the car behind him and started to undo his belt buckle, she began to open it. He made sure she watched him as he pulled down his zipper and then pushed his pants and underwear down past his butt.

His cock was stiff and pointed upwards towards her as he moved closer. Then he stood before her, staring at her, waiting. She pulled out the fine piece of soft latex and dropped the wrapper to the ground. Steadying her breaths, she used both hands to slip the lubricated rubber down his length, feeling his cock pulse at her touch. It was warm and hard. Martyn's eyes rolled slightly as he felt her tender hands stroke him. 

Suddenly his hands were around her butt as he hoisted her up. She gasped as he lifted her and shoved her up against the car, pressing her ass against the bottom of the window. Her hands locked on his face, her legs instinctively pulled up looking for something to brace against. The heels of her ankle boots found the door of the car behind him and after slipping a few times, she managed to gain a foothold against it, leaving indecipherable scratches on the detailing. 

They were kissing loudly yet again, holding each other tight, her naked breasts pressed hard up against his bare chest. She felt him grope under her dress for her underwear. The silken material snapped off with a tug. Now her nude ass smeared its mark against the damp car window. He leaned his full weight against her, pressing his torso against her bare crotch, feeling her smooth thighs clutch against his side and her pussy press against his flat belly. 

Martyn's cock was as hard as it could ever get at the moment. It throbbed as it sought out what it needed. As always the payoff for focusing his efforts on one woman at a time was evident from her anxious and eager expression. He was more than ready to fuck this fine young woman. 

Her body was trembling now. She was gasping trying to catch her breath in vain. Her mind was slipping in and out of the moment and she blinked at the light above her as if she were searching for something. It was when she felt the man wriggle his hips and position his tip in earnest against her sensitive snatch, that she suddenly heard the voice again, this time clearly. In the light above she saw the face of a young man with blue eyes and short cut fine brown hair. He was calling to her, pleading to her with his deep husky Russian voice to return to him. It washed away all the clouds the alcohol, the music, and the lust-filled air had filled her head with.

"Kris..." Alise Zhang's mouth shuddered as she finally whispered his name. She wanted to be with him again.

Then suddenly, unexpectedly, her eyes widened and she gasped, "Huh-Ahhn!"

With a satisfied grunt, Martyn thrust his crotch upward, his cock swiftly and eagerly entering Alise.

*********

Vancouver, Canada

Somewhere in the woods of Stanley Park

2 months ago...

Sonali continued to work the shaft of Kristoff's cock with her mouth, tongue and teeth. There was so much of him to take in and she relished the challenge in doing so. It made her hot. Her left hand stroked the bottom length to the base and gently caressed his balls. He grew harder and harder as she sucked on him. Her right hand had gone from fondling her breasts down to her pants, unbuttoning them. She shoved her hand under her panties and played with her petals and clit. She looked up at him, standing tall like a giant, watching her intently and breathing long wisps of air through his mouth.

Kristoff continued to stroke her hair as if mesmerized. He stared hard into her eyes as if trying to find some solace there. Though Sonali was beautiful and eager, he couldn't help but feel empty. And he felt guilty as if he were breaking a promise, a silent promise he made months ago to the woman whom he thought had lead him out of the darkness and back into a light he hadn't witnessed ever since the death of his parents a few years ago. Now he saw her face in his mind's eye and couldn't decide if she was still his saviour, or the person who plunged him into his current state of turmoil.

The devil on his shoulder, the devil whose existence he denied since his teen years, told him that the young Chinese woman did drive him into the experienced hands of his classmate, Sonali. It cajoled him, played on his self-doubt and anger. Damn Alise. He deserved this. The surge he felt in his groin told him he wanted this.

He held Sonali's head and pushed and pulled her over his shaft, thrusting his hips forward and back, in and out of her mouth. The woman gasped and slurped but she didn't pull away. She matched his pace, her lips and tongue lustfully sliding and rolling on his large cock. She moaned deeply as she sucked him in. She played with her clit even faster, rubbing and stroking it until she was already a damp mess in her underwear. 

With a firm jaw and a firmer grip he pulled the Indian woman onto her feet. He had to lean down as they kissed. He fondled her ample bosom with his big rough hands, eliciting a hungry moan from her lips.

Kristoff stepped back and kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off revealing his nude large muscular frame. The cool air around him had no effect on his overheating body. Sonali undid her own pants and peeled them off quickly. They were immediately joined by her panties. She had a shapely soft body and she knew well how to move it seductively. 

Their clothes were strewn amongst the leaves on the ground except for their sweaters. Kristoff draped them across a rock before leaning against it. It was still hard but at least it wasn't jagged or cold. With a giggle Sonali slinked over to him. With a firm grip around her bottom, he easily lifted her up and held her aloft, her legs clutching against his hips. She wrapped her hands behind his neck and then leaned back giving him a tantalizing view of her large round tits. His mouth came down on them, burying his face between the soft giving rounds of flesh inhaling the streak of perfume he smelled there. His lips and tongue swept across the dollar piece sized, dark brown areolas. He nipped his teeth at her stiff, round nipples.

"Mmmm," she hummed approvingly. 

She pulled herself up and, after a wet, thirsty kiss, smiled at him and gasped, "Don't worry about it, lover, I've got everything covered."

She shimmied herself over his cock, working her hips to position it properly at her snatch. 

Sonali looked at him with her unnerving green eyes, a wicked smirk on her face. She said with a loud purr, "I've wanted you so much, lover. I want you to fuck me hard, yeah? Fuck me hard with that thick shaft of yours, baby."

Kristoff's stare had been blank. When she spoke and he felt her snatch slide against the tip of his cock, he frowned. He didn't hear her voice when she spoke. Looking past Sonali's shoulder to the trees behind her, he saw only one face, and heard only one voice.

"Ah God! Please fuck me, Kris!" Alise used to call to him. He had asked her to do that when they had sex so many times together last summer and the young Chinese woman had willingly obliged. After a while though, he didn't need nor want to play that little game with her. She was his greatest satisfaction just as she was. Each time they had sex, it was better, becoming something more than just fucking. He felt complete with her.

He knew he needed her, not just to have sex with her, but to be with her. 

"Aii-uhhn," Sonali ached a high pitch groan as she sunk onto Kristoff's cock.

His eyes widened, startled. It was the first sign of emotion he had shown all day. It quickly shifted to unease and discomfort as the small woman wriggled her hips with a giggle and a groan and settled herself onto his long shaft. 

Kristoff's hands loosened around Sonali's butt and back. 

Fumbling to maintain her position, she gasped, "Oh! Wait, wait."

But soon all strength left his arms. The woman slid off his cock and down his body, her feet planting back onto the ground. She had her hands pressed against his stomach looking up at him eager and confused.

"Hey, lover. Kristoff. What is it? What's the matter, baby?" she asked desperately. She reached for his erect piece, stroking gently but quickly.

He breathed uneasily as she did this, her warm soft hand sliding up and down his cock. She wanted him so badly. Her desires were laid out in her eyes and her words and her actions. He could have her as long as he wanted as hard as he wanted, he knew that.

Instead, he pulled her hand off of him and stepped away.

Kristoff eyes looked away as his breathing subsided. His erect cock also began to ease. He rubbed both of his temples with one hand then dragged it down his face with a heavy groan.

"I-I am very sorry, Sonali," he said.

She blinked and stared at him frowning, perplexed. Her head shook slightly as she crossed her arms across her bare chest.

"I, uh..." he tried to put the words together in his head, "I am...I am distracted."

The incredulous look on her face still didn't go away. "Distracted?" she asked, "Distracted by what?"

He thought hard for an answer doing everything he could not to confess the real reason, not to say her name. He looked up at the woman standing before him naked, and lied, "It is about school."

"School?"

He nodded, "I am having difficulty in my classes. I have already dropped three courses."

Sonali frowned.

"I think I must really focus now," he said.

The woman was still frowning but said, "Well, I guess then we should have been studying instead of walking around in the damn woods, right?!"

He looked at her apologetically.

She was trying to hold onto her wits and temper her remarks. Everything else within her was telling her to lash out with all her spite and fury at this man who just humiliated her. And in the middle of Stanley fucking Park yet! But she really had been waiting for him for a while now. She still wanted to do him badly. Then she can dump his big doofus Russian ass.

So, still on slow burn, she quietly gathered her clothes from the ground. She grumbled as she gave them firm, snapping shakes, the only action giving evidence to her annoyance, getting the dirt and leaves off of them before putting them back on.

Kristoff watched her for a moment, making sure he was doing the right thing now. When he decided that this was what he wanted, he also started to put his clothes back on.

The sounds of other people could be heard and the light from the sun shone through the thinning trees as they made their way through the forest and back to the main paths. When he saw the large mountains of the Rockies off in the distance, Kristoff finally breathed a sigh of relief. 

He checked his watch. His little sister, Illyana, would be home already, waiting for him.

**********

Lan Kwai Fong district, Hong Kong

The parking lot of "Destination" nightclub 

4 nights ago...

Alise shut her eyes tight and bit her lower lip as she felt the man she had just met in the nightclub earlier penetrate her with his hot cock. 

"No!" she screamed inside her head, "No! No! No! What am I doing! God! What am I doing?!"

At the last moment before he had entered her, her thoughts had attained perfect clarity. She saw Kristoff standing before her, waiting for her. No matter what had transpired over the last few months, no matter how hard she had tried to bury her feelings, she knew that he would be waiting for her still. But the thought had come too late. The raw sensation of the stranger's bulging piece plowing lustfully into her hard and deep had stunned her. 

She threw her head back as his staff pushed to her hilt again and again, "Ah-uhhn!"

Martyn had quickly gotten into rhythm, his hips undulating and rolling freely as he pressed her backside up against the car. She was perfect. Those little groans of ecstasy, the slightly nervous and strained look on her face. It was all so perfect. One hand held her aloft under her butt, the other ran up her thigh, hiking the skirt of her silvery-blue dress high, baring her hips. He felt her snatch clench around his cock, and it elicited stiffer, harder strikes from his piece. 

Alise still had her eyes shut tight, biting on her fist which she had rested on his shoulder. She was trying to think. What was she doing? Why was she doing this? How can she tell him to stop? It was so hard to think straight, the alcohol sloshing through her head, her heart pounding, her body shaking as she was rocked relentlessly with his hard strokes. 

With every second she took to think, the man continued to have his way with her, sliding his cock in and out of her with impunity. Her head tossed back slightly and she gasped with each hungry thrust of his cock. He gyrated his hips, grinding his staff into her sweet snatch, a satisfied sneer on his face displaying just how much pleasure he was having with her body.

She cried softly.

"Yeah, you're liking this, right miss?" he spoke between thrusts, his voice dry and growling, "You enjoy bein' tapped like this in the parking lot, eh? Like it fast and dirty, you little whore?" 

That was the first time she had actually heard his voice all night. It was just as ruthless as his stiff thrusts. She began to squirm.

Martyn's quick breaths matched his rapid fire thrusts. He licked at her neck and up her cheek. She was so tasty.

"Huhn! Yeah, baby!" he snarled, "Yeah, you're so hot. You're a little slut, aren't you? A horny and wet little slut, huh?"

Alise began to quake and push at his shoulders.

"Moan for me," he growled, his cut-glass sneer flashing again, "Tell me you want me to fuck you hard."

"Stop," Alise groaned.

He didn't hear her. In his overheated fervour, his mind wasn't listening to anything but her moans and his grunts and the wet slaps of his crotch as he sank his stiff cock deep into her tender snatch. 

"Huhn! Huhn! Yeah! Take it, girl! Take it!" he growled at her. He was reaching his bursting point, his cock swelling to a painful size.

"Ahn! Ahn!" Alise's head whipped back and she grit her teeth as she called out into the fog, "Nnn! God! Please...uhn! Stop!"

She dropped her feet from the other car. As her legs fell down, Martyn lost his grip on her.

"Uhn! Huhn! H-hey, wuh-wait!" he stammered, startled, "What are you-"

"Get off!" She thrashed her body her legs dropping, her weight putting pressure on his upright cock.

"Ahhhrr! What the fuck...?!" he yelled, "Jesus Christ, woman! Ahhn!"

"God please! Get off the fuck of me already!" she begged, "Stop it!"

With a burst of desperate strength she managed to push and kick him away. His cock slid out of her at last as she dropped to the ground.

Martyn leaned back against the car behind him, groaning and breathing hard, his face straining to a cherry red. He held onto his swollen cock, aching as she had brought him to the brink. Little spurts of cum had already sprayed into the well of the condom. "Whu-whu-what the fuck?!" he stammered, "Are you crazy?!"

Alise, her hands shaking, was already pulling her dress straps over her shoulders as he yelled at her. Hunched over, she couldn't look at him or even think of him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she whimpered softly.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me! You're gonna just leave me like this?!" he shouted. The fact that she spoke her English without a hint of a Chinese accent would possibly give him something to think about later. For now he was too blinded by outright incredulity to care and his cock was still throbbing painfully. "Christ almighty!" he hollered.




His Sister's Tutor Ch. 03



He fumed as he quickly and grudgingly yanked his pants back up and grabbed his shirt. "Fucking crazy Chinese bitch," he muttered aloud, "Go the fuck home!" 

Martyn quickly made his way through the maze of cars hoping he could quickly find someone, anyone, to ease the immediate concern of the excruciating pressure building in his cock. Or else find a nice secluded spot to do something about it himself.

Alise was left bent over by the car. After a few seconds, she gasped. Her body shook uncontrollably as she sobbed quietly and she crouched to the ground. She opened her eyes and saw her panties lying on the wet asphalt, torn and soiled. Then she began to cry openly, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry! Oh god! I'm sorry!" she covered her mouth and as she coughed and choked out her words, "I'm so sorry Kris."

The spotlight of the security lamp still shone unblinking, unmoving, upon her.

************

Part 2: Report Cards

"Ladies and gentlemen," the co-pilot's voice from the jumbo plane's cockpit squawked over the speaker, "We'll be making our descent into Vancouver International Airport in about 30 minutes. We'd just like to take this moment to thank you for flying with us and hope you've had an enjoyable trip..."

Alise had tuned out the voice after he said "We'll be making our descent". She looked out her window into the clear night, once in a while seeing a flicker of light floating in the never-ending expanse of the Pacific Ocean. She was feeling as lost as one of those lights.

10 months. She'd been gone almost 10 months, leaving at the end of one summer and now returning during the beginning of another. She rubbed her brow. She should have been eager to return home from studying abroad in Hong Kong for almost a year. She should have been excited to see her family again. She should have been thrilled to be returning to Kris again.

Instead she was wondering if she could just climb back onto the plane after landing and return to Hong Kong. Actually, with the thought of the night at the Destination club fresh in her mind, it would good if it just crashed with her being the sole damned passenger.

She thought back to 10 months ago when she was just getting to leave Canada. Kristoff and his sister Illyana had showed up at the airport to say good-bye to her. She was so surprised to see them that she zealously introduced them to her family, after she had kissed Kristoff long and passionately. 

That did not go over well at all. 

Her parents and sister were able to quickly piece together all those late nights and daylong outings she was disappearing to over the course of the summer. She wouldn't kiss someone who was just a friend like that. They were able to create a vivid mental picture of the two of them, the reason why she was so discreet and hid the tall young man from them.

And they had been right. Almost every time she and Kristoff had been alone together, they had been as intimate as anyone could imagine. 

She had barely made it out of the check in counter in time for her flight because she was still shouting confusing explanations to her family as she made her way through the line to the security gate.

The last thing she saw was Kristoff holding his little sister close to him, looking despondent.

Almost every email from them or phone call from them was laced with harsh remarks about how irresponsible she was. They told her she was treating her life like a game and was being disrespectful to the whole family. While she was in Hong Kong she was expected to behave herself and not bring anymore shame to the family and when she finally got home, she would have to do a lot to rebuild their faith in her.

And what of Kristoff? After the incident at the airport, his correspondence with her became less and less enthusiastic and frequent. His self-doubts about school and their relationship quickly began to creep to the surface. She called him once on the phone. She spoke briefly to Illyana before the little girl passed her brother the phone.

"Your parents are not very happy about us," he had said, his voice hollow and dull.

"I-I think...uh, it was probably more the shock than anything else," she said trying to convince Kristoff and herself. She added, "I shouldn't have hid anything from them."

"And why did you hide anything?" he questioned.

Alise swallowed, trying to think. Her nervous stammer appeared again, "I-I don't...w-we...it,uh, it was all so fast. I just enjoyed everything between us. Keeping it a secret...It meant something to me. Kris, it was so special to me."

She was hoping desperately that he understood.

There was a long pause on the line. "Kris?" she asked softly, "Is everything okay?"

She heard him sigh but still no reply.

Hoping to change the mood she asked, "How's school?"

Kris muttered something that sounded like a Russian profanity. "It is fine," he answered coldly, "School is fine."

"Oh. Good," she said, disheartened, "I miss you Kris. I miss Illyana. Tell her I'll be back by next summer. It won't be too long-"

"I am going to prepare her dinner now. Goodbye Alise," was all he said, cutting her off and hanging up.

He never tried to call her while she was in Hong Kong. One of his last emails to her talked about his frustration with school and work. Then the emails stopped 3 months ago.

The last letter she received from his address was from his sister Illyana. It brightened her up somewhat. The little girl was talking about school, how well she did in the last spelling test and how her favourite subject was art. She included a picture she had drawn of Alise with a white rose. She wrote that she missed her tutor but will try her best at school to make Ms.Zhang and her brother happy.

Alise smiled to herself as she read the letter again on the plane. Almost all of it warmed her heart except for one thing: "Bobo is very sad about his school. He is not very happy. I think he misses you."

As the plane touched down on the runway, Alise looked out the window again. She really hoped that he missed her as much as she missed him. She closed her eyes, saw his face, and felt him touch her.

***********

For over a week after she arrived home Alise stayed holed up in her house. It wasn't even at the behest of her parents. She needed to adjust to the time difference and she took her time unpacking. She caught up with friends by phone and email making promises to meet up with everyone during the summer. But there was no word from Krisoff and she held off calling him herself. She needed to clear her head before talking with him again. 

Finally, one early evening, she decided to go out to the library where she had tutored to visit with the staff there and at community centre. She slipped into some shorts and a t-shirt and her signature flip flop sandals. Her older sister Carol was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. She looked cross.

"Mom and Dad are just beginning to calm down about you and this guy," she exclaimed, "You have to be careful."

Alise said bluntly, "I'm just going to the library."

Carol sighed and leaned in close to her, speaking quietly, "I didn't want to say anything, but I think I've seen him around with another girl."

Alise's mouth slipped open slightly but then she immediately tightened her lips again, staring sternly at her sister. She brushed past Carol for the front door.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt," her sister said to her as she left.

"Everyone hurts someone they care about sometimes," Alise muttered to herself.

************

Alise smiled her warm comforting smile as the staff at the library and community centre welcomed her back home. They gathered around her, quizzing her about her stay in Hong Kong and she shared with them some cookies she had brought home from the Far East.

"Ms.Zhang!" a sweet little voice called out to her. 

She turned around and saw a little girl with long curly blonde hair and blue eyes bound towards her. 

"Hey! Illyana!" she stooped down to give her a big hug. Then she looked at her and said, "My gosh! You're so much taller now!"

The girl nodded decisively and held up 3 fingers, "I am 3 inches higher than last year. Bobo measured me."

"Bobo". Alise immediately looked up and around but there was no sign of Kristoff anywhere.

"Look! Look!" Illyana rummaged through her bag and pulled out her report card for the year. She handed it proudly to Alise. 

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw the report, "Oh wow! Yanny! You've done so well!"

The little girl pouted slightly and mumbled, "I did not do so well in geography."

"Yeah, well. We'll just buy you some maps when you decide to travel the world," Alise remarked with a grin.

Illyana giggled then she said, "Bobo has me signed up for Homework Club again this year."

Alise nodded, "That's good. I'm too late to register as the coordinator, though."

"Can you still help me sometimes?" the girl asked eagerly.

"Of course!" Alise responded brushing her hand down Illyana's blonde locks. "And in the fall maybe YOU can tutor ME when I go to teacher's college."

They both laughed.

Alise looked around again and asked, "Illyana, is your brother here or did Mrs.Talbot come with you?"

"Uh-uh," the girl shook her head, "I just came by myself."

"By yourself?" Alise replied, knitting her brow. She looked at her watch. It was past 6 o'clock. The little girl just lived across the street but still...

"Is no one at home with you?" Alise asked.

"Uh-uh."

"What about dinner?" she questioned.

"Bobo made spaghetti. It is in the fridge," the girl said with an innocent smile then she piped in, "Would you like to come for dinner again?"

Alise leaned back and blinked, "Uh, sure."

*************

Alise sat at the table in the tiny apartment across the street from the library. She watched as the little girl happily scurried around the kitchen emptying cold spaghetti from a Tupperware onto two plates. Glancing around the room, she noted it looked the same except it was a bit more dishevelled with clothes in piles on the floor and papers scattered on the coffee table. She noted the small worn out couch, memories of her first passionate night with Kristoff were buried under toys and clothing. 

Illyana slipped the plates onto the table then brought over two glasses of fruit juice. Alise smiled and thanked her.

"Oh, right! Before I forget...." Alise reached into her hand bag and pulled out a small paper bag. She handed it to Illyana.

The little girl's round apple cheeks glowed as she smiled when she opened up the bag. She pulled out a small Hello Kitty diary and pen set.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she said bouncing up and down in her chair.

"Now you can write whatever you want and lock it up with this little key," Alise said smiling.

The little girl leaned over and gave her another hug. As they ate, she flipped through the diary and printed her name under "This Diary Belongs To..." on the first page. 

After dinner, Alise and Illyana washed the dishes together and cleaned up the table. Unsure if she should leave or not, certainly Illyana was happy for her to stay longer, Alise decided to tidy up the coffee table. Illyana sat beside her to help.

"Yanny," Alise said with a slight hesitancy in her voice, "When will your brother be coming home?"

The little girl shrugged.

Alise sat back. "He didn't say?"

"Sometimes I am asleep when he comes home," Illyana replied.

Alise blinked, her mouth open. She was stunned. Something was definitely wrong.

Just then she heard voices in the corridor outside of the apartment. They stopped on the other side of the doorway. As she listened to a key insert into the lock, Alise looked at the door, her heart starting to race.

The door swung open. A tall young man held it open as a short Indian woman with green eyes made her way in.

"Oh! Hello," the woman said to Alise still sitting on the sofa. Then she turned to Kristoff, "There's somebody here."

Kristoff looked up. His mouth dropped open and his pale features turned even whiter except for her cheeks which were flushed red. 

Illyana skipped over and hugged his legs. He patted her on the back but continued to gaze at the Chinese woman in his apartment.

"Alise has come home!" his sister announced gleefully.

"Alise," Kristoff managed to breathe her name past his lips.

The young woman on the couch cleared her throat and stood up saying, "Hi Kris."

She stood there in the room, her hands hanging down in front, clasped together. 

The woman with Kristoff looked at her and then looked at him looking at her. Her thoughts worked quickly putting the pieces together. Instead of asking who she was, she simply leaned closer to the young man, taking his hand in hers.

Kristoff saw Alise's eyes focus her stunned gaze on their hands and felt the woman squeeze his palm tightly. He immediately wriggled his hand from her grasp.

"Sonali. I think you should go home now," he spoke still gazing at Alise.

She looked at him and started to speak, "But-"

"We will talk about classes another evening," he said finally turning to look at the young Indian woman, "Good night."

Her green eyes zipped back and forth between them, each time her gaze becoming ever cooler whenever she looked at Alise. She sniffed then spun on her heels and marched out of the apartment and down the corridor.

His eyes still locked onto the young woman standing beside the couch, Kristoff reached into his pocket and pulled out 2 dollars. He gave it Illyana. "Yanny," he said, "Go to the convenience store downstairs and buy an ice cream."

The little girl happily left the apartment. Kristoff closed the door behind him. They stood facing one another in silence for several heartbeats. They both were having difficulty with actually looking at each other in the eye. Alise finally swallowed then stepped slowly towards him.

She gazed into his crystal blue eyes, looked at his firm fixed jaw and unmoving lips. As she stood before him, she thought momentarily about how much she just wanted to reach up and pull his face towards hers, locking their mouths together in a desperate and long-anticipated kiss. His breathing was also deep and unsteady like hers. He was likely thinking the same thing.

Instead, a sharp snap reverberated through the small apartment as she slapped him across the face with the palm of her hand. He barely flinched.

She stood there, her face red, breathing hard, not saying anything.

His own cheek glowed a deeper red, but his eyes were unmoving. 

Finally she choked out her words, "We need to talk."

************

Part 3: Remedial Lessons

There was a gentle breeze in the air as the evening sky slowly turned orange and red. 

Alise and Kristoff sat on the park bench not looking at one another. Illyana ran around the playground before them, waving back every so often. It was probably because the little girl was there that they weren't yelling at one another. However now they seemed to have little to say. 

Finally Kristoff spoke, "You cut your hair."

Alise smirked, "Yes. Yes I did."

There was a long silence between them again.

She sighed and looked at him, "Is that it? You're just going to say that I've cut my hair?"

The young man shrugged.

Alise shook her head. Fine. She would have to be the one to pull teeth, but even she couldn't bring herself to broach the most sensitive topic. Instead she asked, "So how's school going? You're taking summer classes?"

Still staring straight ahead he rocked his head up and down, "Yes. I failed half my courses last year. Now I am taking extra courses in the summer to catch up." 

Alise nodded, "Well, that's good."

"Good?" he snapped, "What is good? I failed and now I am spending more money and working less hours so I can take the same courses over again."

"It's good that you're trying Kris," she replied.

"I am failing," he grumbled. 

"I don't understand why..."

"Maybe it is because I am stupid," Kristoff spat, "I don't understand how to do reports or write essays or make presentations."

"So in other words, you need a tutor," she said.

He gave her a cold look.

"I'm not being flippant," Alise continued, "This is exactly the same problem Illyana had. She's a smart girl. She just wasn't comfortable with the language or her writing skills. She was having trouble expressing herself. I think you're the same, Kris."

His expression softened. He looked towards the ground feeling hopeless. For all his size, all the responsibility he had taken on, he was still very young and very much vulnerable. Alise realized how much she wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him.

"Let me help you," she said softly.

"I have been neglecting Illyana as well," he mumbled.

"I can help you there to."

He sighed. The big man looked tired and worn out. He cast a weary eye to her, "And what of your family, your parents?"

Alise pursed her lips and nodded slowly, thinking. She said thoughtfully, "This is my life. I'll do what I want. But I won't lie to them anymore. I really think that's what hurt them the most. It wasn't you."

An unexpected sneer appeared on his face. "If it wasn't me," he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, "Then what is this?"

She frowned as she took the paper from him. It was a photo, folded and worn out. It was a picture of her in Hong Kong hugging a young Chinese man affectionately.

"Wh-where did you get this?" she asked, stunned.

"I went to your home a few months ago and spoke to your parents," he said, "I wanted to know if they were sending you a package for your birthday, if I could include my gift to you."

He had met his parents at her house? This was news to her. 

"They told me to stop contacting you. They said you had a boyfriend in Hong Kong," he nodded to the photo, "Then they gave me that."

She stared at the photo. 3 months ago. He had stopped contacting her 3 months ago. Finally she said, "This...he isn't my boyfriend."

Kristoff squinted at her. 

"This is my cousin Yuen," she remarked. With a stern grimace she added, "And no, we're not into that whole incest thing."

He frowned, confused.

"I can't believe this. I can't believe my parents!" Alise groaned and looked to the sky. Then she turned her frustrated glare on Kristoff, "And how can you believe this? After all we did? After all I've told you?" 

Her voice broke slightly as she scolded him, "Do you know how much it hurt to be cut off from you like that these past months?" 

She held back from pressing him for an answer. There were indeed consequences resulting from their relationship going cold. She wasn't sure if she could share them with him yet.

Kris just sat quietly, stewing in his thoughts.

"Kris," Alise said after taking a few moments to compose herself, "I will work things out with my parents. I swear. I just want to help you and Illyana."

She could see the tension ease in him but his guard still remained up. After a long contemplative silence he asked her bluntly, "So there was no one else in Hong Kong?"

The images and sensations of the Destination club's parking lot from a couple of weeks ago crept into her mind. She stuffed them back into the darkest pit of her soul. "No one else, Kris," she replied.

He kept his cool blue eyes on her. She felt her heart skip several beats and she looked away. Now she was unsure if she could ever look at him without feeling a wave of guilt flooding her heart.

"Wh-what about that woman? Sonali?" Alise asked, "Is she..."

"She is a classmate," Kristoff answered with another heavy sigh. He paused and then looked at Alise, "And, she has become a close friend."

"Oh. Okay," she said softly. "So, then, are we good?"

He nodded and grunted an agreement. He still didn't smile though. Each moment that went by in silence between them made Alise feel worse. 




His Sister's Tutor Ch. 03



They stared out across the park to the setting sun.

*************

In the next couple of weeks, they had settled into a routine that worked for both of them. Alise had managed to get Illyana into a couple more community summer day camps and she would spend time with the little girl 1 or 2 days out of the week until Kristoff got home from school or work. Mrs.Talbot took care of her other nights. 

Alise was up front with her parents telling them that she was helping Kristoff with his school. They threw their hands up in the air over her persistence but she used the fact that they had stooped to such underhanded tactics like the photo of her and her cousin to apply some leverage on them. She didn't get tossed out of the house so that was a good start.

Then there were the tutoring sessions with Kristoff. Alise had been right. She knew he was smart and bright, it was just getting his thoughts down onto an official essay and to organize his notes for reports and presentations. They made steady progress. 

Everything should have been fine. 

It was midsummer and they at a picnic table across from one another just outside of the library. Illyana was inside playing on the computers. They were going over a report that Kristoff had prepared for school but the work was moving slowly. Both of them were distracted. They had been together so many times since she started to help him with his school work but there was no energy between them, nothing resembling the passion they had before she left for Hong Kong. They barely looked at one another, let alone touch or become intimate. It was as if they were just tolerating each other.

Alise held his paper up and rubbed her temple as she tried to read it. She stared at it hard her thoughts always drifting. Kristoff watched her as she tried to concentrate. She had been so patient and so helpful, just as she always was. The sun lit up her face and brought out the shine in her black hair. She was still as beautiful as the day he had first met her. He realized his feelings for her hadn't changed. He regretted being so cold to her these last few weeks, the last few months. It wasn't anger he was feeling, it was guilt. He shook his head shamefully. He knew it was his own immaturity had shoved a wedge between them.

He put down his pen and leaned forward to speak, "Alise..."

The young woman looked up but not at him. She gazed across the street. Kristoff turned his head. Sonali was walking on the other side of the street, her cold hard glare fixed on the two of them. Both Alise and Kristoff had an uneasy feeling in their gut.

He sighed, "We are no longer speaking."

"Oh. I'm sorry," Alise replied softly.

He shook his head, "I was not honest with her from the beginning."

Alise put the paper down on the table. She watched him. His head was bowed to the ground and his features contorted. It was obvious he was struggling with something in his mind. She wasn't sure if she wanted to hear what it was, but likely he needed to tell her and she needed to listen.

"Alise," he said in a deep hushed voice, "Two months ago, when I thought you were with the man in the picture, Sonali and I..."

His voice started to break. It wasn't something she was used to hearing, he was always so sure and steady. She steeled herself as he struggled to complete his thought.

"We had gone to Stanley Park to study," he continued, "But I could not focus. We went for a walk in the woods."

He finally looked up from the ground, gazed into the gentle dark eyes of the woman seated across from him. It was wrecking him to see her so concerned as he spoke but he needed to do this. He said, "We kissed. We kissed and Sonali did more than just kiss." 

He measured Alise's response carefully. There was a nervous look on her face but nothing too extreme. She was just listening intently.

"We kissed and she did..." he repeated himself trying to cross each barrier one at a time, "She kneeled down..."

"I think I know," Alise cut in. She was surprisingly calm. It unnerved him. She said, "Did you two, uh...did you sleep with her?"

He shook his head and looked at her anxiously, "Alise, we did not. Please believe me. We came close together in the forest but I stopped her. I told her I did not want to."

Alise blinked, soaking in his confession, listening to him explain his struggles with trying to stay loyal to her.

"Please you must believe me," he urged.

Alise's eyes had drifted away just as her thoughts were doing. After a moment, she nodded and cleared her throat, "I do. I believe you, Kris."

Believing him wasn't the problem. The problem was that he had just confessed everything to her. She knew why he did that. She also knew she had to do the same if they were ever to move forward together. In her mind, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had done far worse. 

She reached out and held his hand. "I believe you," she repeated. Her mouth remained open, trembling as she now took a moment to recollect her thoughts and put them to words. Finally she said softly, "Kris, you have to believe me when I say I never wanted to hurt you."

He squinted, unsure of what she was about to say.

She paused for a long, tense moment, painfully recalling her memories of that night at the Destination club.

"On-on one of my last nights in Hong Kong my friends took me to a club," she spoke very slowly, her eyes instantly reflecting the strain of her memories, "We...I drank a lot, too much. There were so many people. We were dancing on the floor. It was so crazy. There was this man..."

She gazed at Kristoff as she paused. He was staring at her quietly. His eyes broke her.

"I thought...I hadn't heard from you for so long. I-I was upset...trying...trying to forget," her voice began to waiver. She shook her head. No she wasn't going to make excuses, she said to herself. She had to clear all of this from her soul. 

Taking a deep breath, she continued, "And he was just...he came on so strong. I can't even remember what he looked like. He was so...he was relentless...I didn't know what I was doing."

She held onto his hand tightly. He didn't try to pull it away. She struggled to continue to look at him but her eyes were starting to water. A lump formed in her throat she couldn't swallow.

"W-we...he took me to the parking lot," she stammered, trying to catch her breath, trying to control the images of that night as they filled her head, "We...I-I didn't stop him. I let him...I-I should have...I couldn't...didn't stop him fast enough."

The memory was like a slap in the face and a kick to the gut. She looked at Kristoff but he was just a blurry image now. She couldn't read his expressions, couldn't tell if he was looking at her with anger or disgust. She just held on tight to his hand.

"Oh god, Kris!" she cried, "Oh god, I'm sorry! I told him to stop! B-but he already was...h-he already had..."

She closed her eyes. She didn't want to do this while crying. She wanted to be honest with him. But once she started sobbing she couldn't control it anymore. Tears streamed down her face.

She felt him pull his hand away from hers. She cried out softly, "Kris!"

Her hand was still outstretched across the table, hoping he would hold it again, hoping that wasn't the last time she would ever feel his touch. But as she continued to cry, she didn't feel a hand reach to console her. 

"Oh god," she sobbed. She had lost him.

When she felt a large gentle arm wrap around her shoulders, she gasped. She looked up, quickly wiping the tears from her swollen red eyes. She turned to face a handsome young man with blue eyes and brown hair who was sitting beside her, pulling her close to him on the picnic bench. She continued to cry as he cradled her against his chest, lightly brushing her soft hair with his hand. 

"Me as well," he whispered to her, "I am sorry, Alise. I am very sorry."

They stayed together like that on the bench for almost an hour.

**************

Part 4: Finals

5 weeks later...

"Alright Yanny," Kristoff said to his sister over the phone, "You must listen to Mrs.Talbot. But have fun. Yes, I love you."

He held the phone out to the young Chinese woman seated on his couch. "She wants to talk to you," he said.

Alise took the phone and spoke, smiling, "Hi Illyana! You're so lucky! Have fun at the cottage! Yes, remember to write in your diary. Careful of the snapping turtles! Bye!"

Kristoff took the phone clicking his tongue. He sniffed, "Careful of the snapping turtles? You will give my sister nightmares!"

"She's a Maximo," she smiled up at him, "She'll deal with it."

With a sigh, he sat down beside her on the couch. He was still anxious. The cause of the anxiety lay on the coffee table in front of them, an envelope from the school. 

The smaller woman nudged his arm. "Open it," she snapped.

He tilted his head and grimaced.

"Open it!"

He snatched the envelope up and tore it open. He pulled out the paper and stared at it. 

Alise cocked her eyebrow and asked, "And so?"

Continuing to stare at the paper, he nodded and grinned, "I have a very good tutor."

She took the paper from him looked over his grades and smiled. She spoke in a fake Russian accent, "Da! Your tutor is VERY good!"

They hugged each other close. 

"This is a cause for celebration!" he exclaimed.

A serious look overcame her face though and she shook her head. "No, Kris," she replied, "You still have studies."

He sighed, "I know! I know! Another year before I get my certificate."

She turned to him grinning, "No. I mean your studies for tonight."

Her gentle hands reached up and slowly began to undo his shirt buttons.

He watched her fingers work at his shirt as he asked, "And what are the lessons?"

"Hmm," she said as she pulled his shirt from his pants. She ran her fingers along his belly and chest slowly. Then she said, "First lesson: you have to tell me that you want me."

He looked deep into her lovely dark eyes. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

"I want you," he said softly, watching her as she leaned forward and caressed his chest and nipples with her soft lips. He sighed his voice quivering slightly, "I have wanted you for so long."

She looked up at him. They locked their lips together in a passionate, anxious kiss, their first in nearly a year. They breathed deeply as they pressed and opened and closed their mouths on one another. It was Alise who held him close and tight to her body, wrapping her arms around his back, pulling his head as close as she could to her face with her hands. She breathed deeply as she pressed her lips hard against his, drawing the air from his lungs. When they parted, Kristoff had to lean back to catch his breath. Both of their faces were red and warm. It was getting hot very fast.

"I must buy that air-conditioner soon," he gasped.

"Don't you dare," she grinned then she slid off the couch and knelt on the floor beside him. 

Kristoff dragged his hand across his brow, wiping away the perspiration that was quickly building on his face as the young woman took her time to unbutton his fly. He lifted his hips as she pulled down his pants and yanked them off his feet. Then she ran her hands up his ankles and long, large legs, back to his hips. She kissed his belly tenderly. He was amazed how quickly she had gotten his blood to race. With just her index fingers, she hooked the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down past his crotch.

Alise exposed his long, thick cock quickly twitching to life. It was a familiar memory but no less enticing. She wrapped her soft hands around it, leaving only his large dome showing. With a flick of her hair and a quick lick of her lips, she flicked her tongue at the tip. She felt his piece twinge in her hands. As she pressed her tongue into the hole at the end, she listened to him languidly suck in air. Then, moving her hands, she moved in again and took the top end of his shaft into her mouth. 

"Ahh, Alise," he groaned.

Her rosy cheeks drew sallow as she stroked him slowly with her lips and tongue. She rolled up on her legs, kneeling between his, her hands pressed up against his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on his length. She gulped and slurped, the saliva building in her mouth quickly, streaks of warm wetness dripping down his cock. 

He brushed her fine black hair gently. The care and concentration she put into any activity she did was there as she worked his cock to over-stimulated perfection with her mouth and tongue.

From his gut, he groaned, "Alise, I want you."

With one last long drag of her lips and tongue from the base of his cock, up his hardening shaft, ending at his tip, she looked up at him and smiled.

She stood up shoving the coffee table back to give her more floor space. Kristoff, slumped in the couch, looked up at her. With a coy grin, she kicked off her flip flop sandals. Then she undid the button of her shorts and pulled down the zipper with painfully slow deliberateness. She pushed her shorts down just enough to reveal the top part of her lace panties that ran high along her hips. She let them hang there for a second before seductively swaying her hips. The shorts slid down her smooth legs. She stepped out of them as they settled onto the floor. 

Kristoff was breathing deeply. He had taken his staff into his hand, steadily stroking it. 

Never shifting her eyes away from him, she lifted her t-shirt up past her belly, stopping just under her breasts.

Kristoff tilted his head, unsure if he could stand the teasing much longer.

With a sweet giggle, she lifted her shirt past her chest and slipped it over her head. She stood there before holding her shirt. She was wearing white lace underwear, the fine material lovingly hugging her toned skin.

"Bozhe Moi," Kristoff croaked as he scanned her body as if seeing her attractive figure for the first time. He rubbed his cock a little harder.

She flipped her t-shirt into his face. When he yanked it off, he had a nice view of her lovely ass backing into him.

"Mind if I have a seat, Mr.Maximo?" she asked sheepishly.

He sat upright against the back of the couch and opened his legs. Alise sat down between them and leaned back against Kristoff's body. She felt his hot, hard cock rub against her back. She bit her lower lip at its touch.

She craned her neck to the side and her mouth was met with his. They kissed hungrily. Kristoff's large rough hands came forward across her body. They met in the middle at her belly but then immediately parted from there. His right hand slipped under the cup of her bra fondling the tenderness he found there and teasing her nipple with gentle pinches. His left sank below the crotch of her panties. His finger probed through her soft bush and felt her damp slit waiting for him.

Now it was Alise's turn to groan.

Her hand covered the crotch of her panties, only a layer of silk material between her hand and his. She pressed down on his hand as he rubbed her, sliding his fingers up and down her moist petals. He knew what she liked and he liked to please her. As he kissed the side of her neck, he slipped his fingers gently into her.

"Uhhhn," she moaned. Her head rolled back against his shoulder. 

Up and down her slit he slid his fingers, then in and out. He thumbed and pulled and pinched her tingling clit. His touch made her hips sway upward. Kristoff's own hips were rolling, rubbing his bare cock up and down the small of her back. 

Her mouth hung open now as she breathed deeply and quickly. As he fondled her breasts, he could feel her heart beating rapidly. 

She had an aching smile as she swallowed and breathed, "Lesson two: tell me you want to make love to me."

"I do. I do," he responded quickly as he nibbled her ear lobe, "I want to make love to you Alise Zhang. All night. As long as I can."

She leaned forward baring her back to him. She turned her head to the side, looking back with her eyes, as he undid the clasp of her bra. As she sat up he pulled the cups off of her tits and slid the straps down her arms. He clamped his hands around her breasts and massaged them firmly, kissing the back of her neck, as she shimmied out of her panties.

Alise stood up slightly. Kristoff closed his legs slightly and held onto his cock. She sat back on his lap, her back to him. Placing his hands on her waist he, lifted her up and leaned her back against him. Her heels at the edge of the couch, her legs spread over her lap, she wiggled her hips as she positioned his erect cock against her aching snatch. She closed her eyes as she lowered herself onto him. "Ahhn," she gasped softly.

Kristoff held her close as she slid down over his cock. She was as warm and as tender as he remembered. His head was swirling with delight as he enjoyed the feel of entering her once again. 

She felt and savoured every inch of her lover as he pushed into her. The memories of the previous summer came flooding back to her head washing away the darkness of the last few months. It made this moment, to be able to feel him inside of her once more, exhilarating. 

As soon as her soft bottom had pressed up against his crotch, his stiff cock deep inside of her, he thrust his crotch upward. Alise pushed her heels into the seat of the couch lifting herself up then lowering herself back down. They quickly got into a rhythm and soon he was pumping his piece steadily into her as she bucked and rolled her hips over and over. 

Their breaths became more rapid and they quickened their lustful pace. Both of their stomach muscles tensed and rolled. Soon the young woman was bouncing swiftly up and down his throbbing cock, her back sliding against his slick sweat covered chest. 

She leaned back and they kissed again, tongues lashing about and exploring each other. They blew gasps and grunts of air into one another's mouths. It was too warm. They both were glistening from a sheen of perspiration. They didn't care. 

"Uhn! Uhn! Kris!" She gasped. 

She stepped off of him, his piece slipping out. Quickly she turned around and climbed onto the couch again. This time facing him, she once more sank onto him as he held his cock under her. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, her hands clutching at the hair on the top and back of his head as she pushed his face against her warm soft chest. 

As she continued to ride his cock, he suckled and kissed her shining tits. He made hungry, primal gasps as he switched back and forth between the nicely sloping breasts. She then yanked his hair, jerking his head back. 

"Ahhh-mammnn!" she groaned before she locked her mouth over his. Again her cheeks went sallow as she shoved her tongue into his mouth. Kristoff dragged his fingertips down her smooth back, leaving red streaks from her neck down to her butt. Still she road him, the slick sounds of wet bodies slapping against one another filling the small room.

If they had ever stopped to think about it, they would probably be amazed at how the old couch had managed to handle so many of their energetic sessions. They were testing its limits now as she rode him quickly and he bucked against her hard. The couch strained and creaked as they rocked one another. 

"Huh! Huh! Alise!" Kristoff moaned loudly. He clutched at her ass and small of her back then he shifted on the couch. He leaned forward then, holding her, he stood up. His large muscles strained as he lifted her up but soon he was carrying her as he continued to roll his hips upward.

Alise locked her legs around his waist and her arms around her neck, lifting herself up only to quickly drop back down onto his slick cock.

He watched her intently, her own eyes closed and her mouth open and gasping. "Alise," he breathed, "Huhn! Alise, I have waited to...huhn...waited to make love to you so long."




His Sister's Tutor Ch. 03



She opened her eyes. They were black and watery and beautiful as she looked longingly at him, her handsome young lover with the ocean blue eyes. She nodded and smiled. 

Alise leaned far back, Kristoff supporting her as she barely held on with her fingers to the back of his neck. He almost wasn't prepared for it but she let go with one hand and then the other. He leaned forward quickly, his hands sliding to the small of her back as she continued to fall back. He felt her legs clutch tightly against his waist.

Alise hung upside down, her back straining in an arch, her belly flattening out, her breasts stretching out, her arms brushing the floor. Kristoff held onto her tight and continued to drive into her. His face and neck muscles strained. 

She had let herself go completely. The blood rushed to her head and it was difficult to breath. As he went in and out of her relentlessly , it had an intoxicating effect. Awkwardness and discomfort aside, she still had a delirious smile on her face.

The feeling was also incredible for Kristoff. She was completely and utterly open to him, her sweet pink flesh taking in all of his staff wantonly wand willingly. The pressure surging in his groin made his stomach ache and his legs buckle.

He lowered her down onto the rug. He did so gently but immediately stepped up the pace of his thrusts. He hooked her legs up with his arms as he leaned forward. His strokes were stiff and unimpeded.

"Hahn! Hahn! Uhn! Uhn-nn!" Alise groaned, holding onto her shaking tits. 

His butt shook quickly up and down, back and forth. Their wet crotches slapped hard against one another. Her pussy tightened and clenched, while his cock was swelling and his balls ached. She reached up and pulled him in close as they locked their lips together for another in an unending series of hot, loud and wet kisses.

"Ah-ahhuuun! Mmm! Ahn!' she groaned. His own grunts were similar in rhythm and intensity.

She swallowed and grasped at her remaining senses as she gasped, "Kris."

"Alise," he answered her.

"Ahhn...Kris...tell me," she moaned and looked at him with her gentle, hopeful eyes, "Tell me...uhn...tell me you love me."

He tried to relax his face as best he could, steadying his pounding heart as he cast his deep blue eyes upon her. She was the only thought in his head. He gulped then spoke as clearly as possible, "I love you, Alise."

He buried his face against her neck and groaned, "I love you."

Everything fell away as they melted into one another, every misunderstanding, every doubt, every hurtful moment. This was their forgiveness. As they wrapped and held their bodies close and gave and took all they had from one another all was forgotten. No other words were necessary. Just their love and desire for one another which intensified with each longing kiss, each surging thrust, each strained groan. They each earned the compassion of the other.

"Ahn! I love you Kris!" she gasped, "Huhn! Huhn! Love you."

"Huhn! Huhn!" his breaths were strained and rapid. His body tensed, and he groaned deeply, "Huhhh-UUUUHNN!!"

Kristoff stiffened as he climaxed. He felt the cum rush and spurt out of him and into Alise. He grunted and bucked against her crotch as strands of his thick goo flowed through and out him.

The moment she felt his fluids fill her tight snatch, Alise convulsed. "NNN-ahhh! Unn-ahhhhn!" she cried out, tilting her head back and arching her back as she reached her own orgasm. She felt a rush through her entire body concentrate at her crotch then spill forth. Her wet juices slicked and trickled down his cock and dripped down to her anus. 

"Ah god. Oh god," she gasped. Unabated ecstasy raced through every pore on her tingling flesh.

Kristoff felt the same. He savoured the feeling that coursed through him. He lay on top of her spent and satisfied beyond his expectations. Her body was so warm and so soft. He could stay like this, joined with her, forever.

She brushed back her damp hair. She was hot and thirsty but she didn't want to move. She let all the tingling aches and tender pains she felt in and on her body sink in. Gently she ran her fingers up and down Kristoff's large back.

Finally, reluctantly, the large slid off of her, his cum covered shaft slipping out of her. He rolled to her side on the carpet. They both lay on their sides looking at one another. They couldn't stop touching each other, playing with their hair or running their hands up their arms and sides. And they couldn't take their eyes off one another. They both looked like they had run a marathon. Both would say the other never looked better.

After taking their time to quietly admire the glow of one another, Alise said, "Well, I think we both passed."

He chuckled. As he caressed her breast he said, "It is good that we are both good teachers."

She smiled, "And good students."

They both laughed softly then they looked at each other tenderly. She spoke with a steady gentle voice, "I do love you Kris. You know that."

He closed his eyes and nodded. When he opened them he said to her, "I love you as well."

They kissed softly then. No more lessons.

**************

1 year later...

Alise made her way across the campus field over to her family standing near the fountain, holding up the skirt of her graduation gown as she walked. She waved her teacher's certificate in the air proudly and they quickly gathered around to hug her. They took endless individual pictures of her. Then when it came to the family photo, her father looked around. He handed the camera to a tall young man wearing a new grey suit and black tie. The young man listened carefully as the older Chinese man explained how to use the camera. Alise giggled at the sight. 

Finally her father joined her by her side along with her mother and sister. 

The young man with the camera waved his hand to position them properly. "Okay! We are ready!" he said with a gentle Russian accent, "Everybody say 'Borscht'!"

They laughed. Click.

The tall man exchanged positions with the family. He wrapped his arm around Alise. They smiled.

"Okay!" said her father.

"Wait!" a small voice called out. A young blonde girl, who seemed to have grown another 3 inches the past year, scurried over and handed Alise a white rose.

"Thank you, Illyana," she said as she took the flower.

"Get out of the picture, Yanny," Kristoff quipped playfully.

The little girl skipped away, sticking out her tongue.

They leaned in close to one another.

"Are you still wearing your flip flops?" he asked out of the side of his mouth.

"Of course," she replied, "Nice suit by the way."

"Do you think your parents will notice if it is the same one when they come to my graduation next week?"

"Probably," she smiled, "But we'll just deal with it."

"Okay! Smile!" her father called out.

They did. Click.



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"What? What is it?" Alise asked as the girl stopped in front of her.

Illyana brought her hand to the front. She held out a single white rose.

"Oh! Oh my gosh!" Alise looked from the rose, to the girl and then to Kristoff, "This is for me?"

"We hope to impress you many times this evening," Kristoff declared proudly, pulling out a bottle of wine from his gym bag.

Alise's heart melted as she looked into the gleaming eyes and rosy cheeked face of the little girl in front of her. "Thank you," she said to Illyana clutching her hands. Then she looked up at Kristoff and her heart skipped unexpectedly. "I feel like a princess," she said half-jokingly, clutching her hands to her chest and fluttering her eye-lashes.

"Then dinner awaits," he said with a sweeping gesture towards the exit.

********************

It was a warm summer night, the sun just barely getting ready to settle down in the horizon. Alise was glad she had decided to wear a skirt. As the threesome strolled down the sidewalk, Illyana walked in the middle holding each by the hand. Alise mused to herself that it almost looked like they were a young family.

She listened to Illyana talk and sing, every so often looking over to the young man on the other side. He had a gentle satisfied smile as he looked toward the sky. He wore black jeans and a grey Henley shirt that definitely was not intended to hide any part of his physique. She noted the heavy gold chain around his neck and thought she saw a small cross slip out from just beneath his collar. 

Then there was his scent. Normally, Alise was not a fan of cologne. For some reason, she thought men were covering up some sort of uncleanliness issue with heavy dollops of musky scent. Kristoff's was just as strong as any she had come across, but she didn't feel put off by it. Not in the least. 

"Did you have time to cook already?" she asked.

"I left work an hour early," Kristoff replied and nodded.

"So no Borscht?" she chided.

"If you want Borscht I can make Borscht," he answered.

"No Borscht!" Illyana piped in.

"Oh! You don't like your brother's Borscht!" Kristoff tsked. 

"Mama's was better," the little girl pouted.

Kristoff and Alise looked at each other. He shrugged, "Eh. What to do?"

"Don't look at me," Alise waved, "I have no idea what Borsht is!"

They laughed as they made their way into the apartment. It was a ragged place with flickering ceiling lights illuminating grey painted walls and scuffed tiled floors. As they passed the stairway to the elevator, she Alise could hear a loud heated conversation between several voices behind the door in the stairwell. There were three elevators but only one didn't have an "Out of Order" sign on it.

"We are actually fortunate that this one is working today," Kristoff muttered.

Alise did her best to hide the sympathy she felt for the two of them. Her life was definitely a bit more comfortable than theirs was, with a car of her own and a family that lived in one of the upper-middle class areas of the city.

When they got off on the fourth floor, the brother and sister walked ahead of Alise. Illyana tugged at his sleeve and motioned that she wanted to whisper something to him. Alise stopped in the hallway and looked at the two of them with mock suspicion. "What are you two up to now?"

"Secrets," Kristoff smiled and winked while Illyana still spoke into his ear.

Alise harrumphed and put her hands on her hips, "I don't trust you two!"

Kristoff whispered something back into his sister's ear and nodded. Then he stood up as the little group continued down the hall, Alise trailing hesitantly.

When they reached the door, Kristoff turned to her and said, "Now Ms.Zhang...Alise...you will wait here for a moment while we prepare."

Again Alise put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes, "Oh well! The service at this establishment! I tell you!"

Illyana giggled and pushed her away from the door.

"Hey! Watch the hands!" Alise laughed.

Without saying anything more, the siblings went into the apartment and closed the door leaving her outside. She couldn't help but smile as she leaned close to the door and heard quick footsteps, some opening and closing of drawers, a chair dragged across the floor, and a couple of hushed excited voices.

Finally she stepped back as she heard the door unlock.

Kristoff greeted her, "Please come in."

Alise stepped in. The room was dark, illuminated by a small lamp in the far corner...and two candles on a table in front of her.

"Tada!" Illyana said holding out her hands at the simply laid out table.

Alise breathed a long "Wow!" then said, "That's so pretty."

When Kristoff closed the door behind her and offered to take her bag, she stepped further in and looked at their apartment. It was a small bachelor's studio, probably converted from a larger multi-room apartment. Both the single closet and the lone dresser by the wall looked to be crammed with clothes and boxes. There was a single fold away bed in the corner near the window an old sofa on the other side facing a small television and boom box stereo, a wooden coffee table in between. The kitchen had a half fridge, a sink and a stove top burner. It was all very minimal, but she noted to herself that it was all very clean...and very warm as well.

"I am sorry. We do not have any aircon," Kristoff apologized, "Yanny, open the windows please."

"That's okay, guys," Alise said, "The table looks great though."

"One of many talents," he jested.

She smiled back then a thought crossed her mind, "Oh! Do you have something I can put this in?" 

She held up the rose.

Illyana fetched a tiny vase from the window ledge and filled it with water. Alise stuck the rose in it and then placed it in the centre of the table.

"Perfect," Kristoff said.

"Do not forget to take it home," Illyana reminded her.

"Oh!" Alise held up her right hand and shook her head, "Never."

While Kristoff put together things in the kitchen, the little girl led her around for a "tour". They looked out the window and could see the library across the street from where they had come. Then Illyana showed her their family pictures with her mother and father when they lived in Belarus and then when they moved to Vancouver. The little girl spoke excitedly about both of them, but for Alise it almost broke her heart knowing that her parents were gone and she and her brother were struggling to stay together. As Illyana continued, Alise looked back at Kristoff in the kitchen. Her admiration for him swelled. Just as he turned to look at her, though, she looked away.

Kristoff paused for a moment. He looked at the two of them. He looked lovingly at his little sister then turned his attention to her tutor. Though it was barely noticeable, his look for her was of a different, darker...carnal...sort. 

He had already decided a week before that he wanted to be with this young woman, he just wasn't sure when and to even to what degree. But as the days went by, his desire for her multiplied, and his focus and planning reached a certain fervour that almost made it difficult to concentrate on anything else. In his teens, he was already a schemer and a seducer, but also a bit on the impatient side. If two years abstinence had taught him anything, it was the excitement he found in anticipation. 

"If you ladies will take your seats, dinner will be served," he said and he poured a glass of wine for himself and Alise.

Alise and Illyana walked hand in hand to the table and sat down.

Kristoff came out from the kitchen holding a big covered pot. "Yay!" Illyana cheered and started to clap. Alise joined her.

"Ooh! This is exciting! What are we having?" Alise asked.

"My specialty!" he declared and lifted the lid. Three large beef patties sat at the bottom.

"Hamburger!" Illyana cheered again, "Yay!!!"

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It wasn't what Alise had been expecting, although after a while it didn't surprise her, but the hamburgers turned out to be pretty good. He did actually make a nice rich brown gravy for his homemade fries and he had prepared a fresh salad. The wine he chose was very nice as well and it warmed her to her core as she drank it. 

The two older people at the table chatted as they ate their dessert, Kristoff reminding his sister that she needed to finish dinner before she went to her sleepover. Alise again praised him for raising his sister on his own and he appreciated her kind words.

"We are fortunate," he acknowledged, "I have a good boss at work and she has a good tutor for school." 

Kristoff was good at computers and worked as part-time IT man for a small moving company.

"But do you think you'll be going back to school yourself?" 

He shrugged "Perhaps."

"I mean you seem so smart and dedicated," Alise added, "Is there anything you want to do in the future?"

Kristoff leaned back in his chair rolling the wine glass in his fingers, "Ah, Alise. I live for this one right now" He nodded towards his sister. Then he leaned forward again, and looked long into Alise's dark eyes, "And I can only think about what I need at this moment."

Alise's mouth dropped slightly unsure of what he was implying, how she should respond. She tried to speak, "Uh...I-I-..."

"You stammer a bit," he said quizzically, "Why is that?"

She didn't want to say that it only happened when she was flustered. She didn't want to tell him that she was nervous, that he was making her nervous.

The phone rang, saving her from having to answer. Kristoff excused himself and went to the phone. 

"Hello?" he said, "Ah yes. What? Alright. Should I bring her now then? Okay we'll be there in a few minutes. Certainly. Thank you."

Kristoff replaced the phone and turned to the table, "Yanny. That was Mrs.Talbot, she can't come down to pick you up so I'll walk you upstairs now."

"Yay!" Illyana squealed then went to grab her night bag.

Alise stood up, "I should go too."

Kristoff was taken by surprise, "What? Oh no, Ms.Zhang...Alise, you can stay. I can make coffee."

"Uh, no, I think I really should go. The dinner was really good, though. Thank you so..."

He put his hand on her shoulder. It was gentle but firm and warm. "Please, I insist."

Alise scrunched her face and still 

looked towards the door. He pushed her gently back and held his hand in front of her motioning for her not to move, "I will be back. In one minute. We will have coffee."

He reached for Illyana's hand and said, "Come, Yanny."

The little girl waved back to her tutor friend, her smile noticeably more assured than Alise's. The two left the apartment and closed the door behind them.

Kristoff hurried his sister to the elevator. There was no way he was going to let Alise out tonight. Not after a week of planning. 

He pushed the elevator button, and was greeted by a piercing loud buzzer alarm. He winced and swore in Russian. The third elevator was shot.

Still muttering more Russian profanities he quick-stepped to the stairwell with Illyana in tow. 10 floors up. This would not be easy.

Inside the apartment, Alise hadn't moved from the spot Kristoff had pushed her to. She rubbed a hand up and down her other arm trying to shake away the goose bumps running through her. She was feeling very warm now, her cheeks flushed from the heat in the apartment and the wine. The alcohol was probably what was giving her a bit of a swirly sensation in her head, too, along with her own panicked thoughts.

And why was she panicked?

There was nothing at all to worry about, right? He certainly wasn't some crazed lunatic going to lock her up and chop her up into little bits. He was going to come back, they would clean up together, he would make some coffee and then they would chat for a bit on the couch.

She and him together.

Alone.

All night.

Not simply talking.

She closed her eyes to clear her mind. Instead his face filled her thoughts, his eyes gazing long into hers. She saw his hard-cut body coming towards her. The pungent smell of his scent filled her nose and lungs like a heady smoke. Then she felt him touch her.

Oh god.

Alise moved quickly. She grabbed her bag. She felt terrible in so many confusing ways for doing so, but she had to leave. 

As she closed the door to the apartment behind her, she looked down the corridor and saw an old man punching the button of the elevator. He cursed a little at the elevator door then looked at the young Chinese woman standing a few meters away. 

He pointed at the elevators, "Damn things are all broken again!"

Then he shuffled off in the other direction muttering to himself.

Alise froze for a moment staring blankly, not a thought moving through her head. Then she looked around and saw the door to the stairway. 

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Kristoff was begging out of the invite to enter the Talbot's apartment. Illyana had scampered in and gave her friend Nana a big hug before she turned back to kiss him on the cheek and then disappear into the bedroom. Mrs.Talbot offered him a cup of coffee.

"Ah no. Thank you but we had just eaten," he said in earnest.

"Oh come on. Please come in and watch some television with us," the short stout lady with the round red face said.

But he was already moving towards the stairs, "Thank you. Thank you. Next time. Thank you for having Illyana over."

Then he quickly stepped through the door.

As he made his way down, practically jumping the length of the stairs, Kristoff could hear a loud commotion from all the way down at the bottom. When they were making their way up the stairs before, he could hear the same group from when they came in still making noises, the pungent smell of burning grass pervading the stairwell. They were riff-raff gang banger wannabes, punks he would have had no problem taking on a few years earlier. Now with the responsibility of Illyana on his shoulders he avoided any sort of confrontation.

But as he continued down, he could tell their voices were more agitated, more aggressive than before. Kristoff stopped jumping down the steps and he walked slowly and listened more intently. Amongst the yells and boasts and curses was another firm yet softer voice. Someone was arguing with the group? No. It sounded more like pleading. Another flight down, and Kristoff recognized the voice. His jaw solidified like a solid brick as he squinted his eyes, any hints of blue shaded to fiery dark pools. 

He leapt down the stairs again.

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"What do you mean you want to just get by, bitch?" one of the punks in a dark blue oversized Yankees jacket spat at the young Chinese woman on the steps.

He along with two other similarly garbed teens blocked Alise's way at the bottom of the stairwell. 

"I just need to go out," she motioned to the door, "I'll be out of your way."

"Fuck that!" another one said, "You already in the way, stupid Chink cunt!"

She tried to remain calm, tried to step back up the stairs, but the third punk circled her and stood on the step above her.

"20 dollars," he snapped at her, "You give us a note we let you by."

"Else you can pay us with, uh, 'service'." The first punk swaggered with his hand on his crotch. Their voices were slurred and growling. 

She sighed and closed her eyes, still remaining as calm as she could. She spoke softly but clearly, "Now now boys, there's no need for this."

"Who you calling boys, bitch?!!!" they screamed at her. Their circle closed in tighter on her as they spat profanities and threats at her. Now she cringed.

She felt one of them grab at her bag which she had been clutching close to her chest. There was a rough tug on her skirt from below and from behind one hand reached around her throat as the other pulled and lifted her at her waist.

She screamed.

Suddenly, the one grabbing her from behind got pulled away and she collapsed onto the steps. She squeezed her eyes shut and folded herself with her hands over her head, knees to her chest. She heard yelling and swearing. She heard grunts and what sounded like punches. There was scuffling, people falling and stumbling. She felt what must have been a hand try to reach for her, not to pull at her but rather to prevent the person from falling down the steps. There was a thud and several grunts and groans. 

Many voices muddled together now: "Rico! Fuck it! Let's go! Come on! Come on!"

Feet slammed hard on the floor and then out the bottom door. Yells echoed from the corridor on the other side then faded.

It was impossibly quiet then. Alise listened only to her own heavy, unsteady breaths. Her hands shook as she lowered them. Finally she opened her eyes slowly and saw an empty stairwell.

"Alise?" she heard a voice behind her. It was raspy, breathless.

She turned around quickly. Kristoff was doubled over and leaning against the wall.

"Oh my god, Kris!" she stood up and ran up the stairs. Without a thought, she put her arm around him and leaned in close, "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath and smirked at her, "Funny. I was going to ask you the same thing."

She gave him a sympathetic smile. His shirt was stretched out and he had a red patch on his left cheek but otherwise he seemed fine. The panic in her subsided replaced by a deep feeling of relief.

Kristoff looked around and saw her bag on the floor. Then he looked at her still with the same smirk, "You forgot your rose, I think."

Her own smile grew broader, warmer, "Yeah. I guess I should go back and get it. I promised Illyana."

He nodded.

Alise stepped down to pick up her bag. When she turned to go back up, that's when she noticed that he had his arm around his middle. The slightest trickle of blood escaped from below his forearm.

"Oh god, Kristoff!" she yelped and hurried back up the stairs, "You're bleeding."

He moved his arm away and winced. The cut was actually just to his side, slashing through his shirt.

"Yeah. One of the little shits cut me with something," he muttered.

Alise brushed back her hair then held her hands up near the wound, not quite touching it. "We've gotta get you to a hospital. I'll call an ambulance."

As she reached for her cell phone, he grabbed her arm, "No. That's not necessary."

"But you're bleeding."

"No ambulance."

"But," she sputtered trying to think, "But...what about the police? Those guys are running around out there-"

"No!" again his voice commanded her to be quiet and she complied, "No police!"

He looked hard and long at the concern on her face. She looked like she would listen to him, but needed some assurance. He spoke more softly, "Please, Alise. No ambulances. No police. Think about what this might mean for Illyana and I if the police question me for fighting in the building."

After a long moment, it was clear she understood but the concern still didn't go away. She nodded.

"Okay," she said gently looking back up at him, "But what about this? We have to treat that."

Looking at his wound, Kristoff nodded too. He said, "We'll go upstairs. I have some bandages in the apartment."

He had to lean over, but he draped his arm around her shoulders as she helped him up the stairs.

Alise was surprised to see him smiling, through a pained grimace, when she looked up at him. She slowly began to relax again.

"You know you're really kind of heavy," she said.

Part 4: Warm Up Tests

She was back in the apartment again. She should have been feeling guilty. After all, if she hadn't run out like that before, she may not have come across the punks and Kristoff wouldn't have been injured saving her like some pathetic damsel in distress. 

She should have been feeling guilty.

Instead, the same anxious feeling in her stomach from before had returned. They were alone in the apartment. After he had sat down on the coffee table in the room she had helped him remove his shirt. So there the man sat bare chested before her. She pulled herself away from the sight of his body and walked to the kitchen holding his shirt, noticing his scent on it.




His Sister's Tutor



She went into the freezer and took out the ice tray, emptying the cubes onto a wash cloth. Twisting it into a bundle, she brought it to him. "Here," she said holding it out, "Hold it on your stomach to cool the wound a bit."

Kristoff took the bundle and paused looking at it then at her, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Shut up, will you, and tell me where your bandages are," she grunted.

"Ohhhh. Now she's become pushy as well," he snickered.

"Bandages?!" she snapped impatiently.

He pointed to the bathroom. Alise stepped into the small room and switched on the lights. He listened to her rummage around in his cabinet as he applied the ice wrap to the back of his neck. Truthfully, aside from the small cut at his side, he felt fine. The punks barely tagged him. Even then, the pain of his bruises were eased with the idea that she was there with him. It was a round about way, and he could have done without the scuffle, but they were alone in the apartment. Possibly he could even parlay the circumstances in a way to forward his ultimate goal for the night.

Alise returned with a damp cloth, cotton swabs, some ointment, and a handful of bandages. She knelt down beside him and put the things down on the floor.

"Alright," she said, "Lift your arm so I can see the cut."

When he lifted his arm, she looked at the wound for a moment then took the wash cloth and gently dabbed it around the cut. The cloth was cool. As she cleaned the wound, she was relieved to see the cut wasn't very deep. Then she rubbed some ointment on it using the swabs. She checked every so often to see if the ointment stung him, but his face remained stolid and focused. 

"I guess," she said softly as she tended the wound, "I should thanks now."

"I asked you not to leave," he said.

Alise stopped and blinked. Then she finished bandaging the wound, "I know. I know. I'm sorry."

"Yet you left," he continued to press.

"I know," she insisted, "I wasn't....I didn't know what to do. I think I panicked."

She really had no explanation, none that she wanted to say to him anyway. 

She stood up. There was a long silence between them. Kristoff grimaced and looked away. He brought the ice pack down from his neck and held it in his hands. Alise stared at him. She saw that his shoulder was red and a round welt was forming on it. She took the ice pack from him and gently placed it on the bruise. 

She stood in front of him as she did this. Kristoff raised his gaze slowly from the floor, tracing her figure with his eyes:her legs, her waist, her belly, her chest, her face. Alise noticed this. She felt it.

"Why did you panic?" he asked with a hard steady tone. He wasn't going to let this go. He had hooked her, now he reeled her in.

Alise continued to stare at her hand holding the ice on his shoulder. "I was nervous," she said.

"About what?"

Alise didn't say anything.

Kristoff reached for her the pack and pulled it out of her hands. He was waiting for an answer.

She finally spoke, "I-I don't...you...we would be here in your apartment...I didn't know what..."

"Alise," he spoke gently but firmly, "What made you nervous?"

"You, I guess," she said. She couldn't believe the words escaped her lips. She had played right into his back pocket. 

Kristoff stood up from the table. "Me?"

Alise for the first time noted how much taller he really was, how much bigger he really was. She looked at his chest before she looked up at him. In spite of herself, her chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths.

"Why me?" he said coolly. 

"I should go..." she motioned to turn around. His hand grabbed her by her forearm. 

"No, Alise," he spoke, "You must say why I make you nervous."

He knew she wasn't stupid or naïve. She was correct to be feeling excited and nervous. She was exactly right about what his intentions were by this point. 

She looked back at him and closed her eyes trying to speak clearly, "I'm sorry Kris. I think...I think you might be expecting..."

He held fast to her arm. He tilted his head slightly, deliberately. "I was expecting what?"

"It-it's just that...I like you but...it seems like you wanted this evening to become something more."

Kristoff knew that she had envisioned this moment as well, that she had been thinking about it. That meant she had considered it as possible. And that meant he just had to make her willing.

"More?" he asked dryly. If she had looked at him, she might have been able to discern a slight knowing smirk on his face. 

"I guess, uh, I guess that sounds pretty weird, right," she tried to laugh but choked out the words instead. The apartment was incredibly warm now. His smell was all around her.

She felt his fingers under her chin. Gently, yet firmly, he lifted her head up. He made her face him.

Her heart melted. He was so handsome.

"Alise," Kristoff spoke very deliberately, "It was not Illyana's friend who asked her to come over for a sleepover. I asked Mrs.Talbot to look after her for tonight."

The young woman's mouth hung open. She gulped before she spoke, "Why?"

Just as her nerves began to race, his began to focus. He raised his hands to brush her hair with his fingers. She didn't move but her body was trembling. "Because, my dear sweet Alise," he whispered in a dry husky voice , "It is time for your personal lessons." 

Part 5: Class Is Now In Session

When Kristoff leaned in close Alise didn't pull away. Maybe she was stunned by what he had just said. Maybe she knew his hands were running through her hair ready to hold her head steady as he closed in on her.

His lips touched hers, gently, softly.

Maybe she didn't want to pull away.

He stepped back briefly and looked into her dark eyes. Her soft red lips were trembling ever so slightly and a hint of pink glowed on her cheeks. "You are," he spoke softly brushing her hair back gently, "So beautiful." 

She blushed some more but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Her heart was pounding and she knew she was losing herself to him quickly.

When he saw that she wasn't trying to move away, he brought his lips to hers again.

The room was really becoming warm now as he pulled her close to him. Their bodies pressed against one another, warmed one another even further. She could feel his muscular frame through her shirt, his hot body already covered with a slick sheen that stuck to her, covering her with his scent. 

Their mouths opened as they continued to kiss. His cheeks went sallow as his tongue dove deep into her mouth, the first part of her body he would explore deeply tonight he thought. Alise gasped for air as her tongue met his in a push/pull tug of war. She suckled on his tongue, his saliva moistening her lips, quenching her thirst. Her own passion was blossoming and was quickly becoming insatiable. This was becoming all too real, all too fast. She felt his hand clutch at her skirt and then pull up at the back of her shirt. But when he pulled her in closer, lifting her to her toes, she felt the unmistakeably large outline of his member press against her belly. That was when she finally, painfully pulled herself apart from him. 

Her hands pushed at his chest. It took everything she had not to dig her finger nails into his sweaty rough flesh. "Wait, wait," she gasped, "We've got to stop."

Kristoff leaned forward and she had to step back as he pushed his chest against her hands. He shook his head, "No." He took her hands into his.

There was a pleading look on her face, "Kris, don't make me do this."

He pulled her in close again. With one hand still holding her hands together, he reached with the other and brushed the hair from her face. He ran his thumb across her lower lip and it trembled open. 

"This is the first lesson," he spoke in an almost absurdly calm manner, "Your voice may say no as many times as it likes. But your mind only has to say yes once."

He stood back. Alise stared at his cut body, muscular but bulky. He took her hands and held them against his chest, rubbing them softly.

"I need you, Alise," he said, "Let me show you how much I need you."

He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed the top of her fingers. He spoke as he did so.

"There is so much I want to show you."

Alise watched him in silence.

"There is so much I want to do for you."

She was mesmerized.

"There is so much..." he hesitated, a wry smile angling onto his mouth, "There is so much I want to do to you."

Her mouth slipped open. There was no doubt about what he had in mind for that night, she realized that. And as he fixed his eyes on her in cold steely gaze, she knew very well there would be no denying him of what he wanted.

With that, he guided her face to his once more. Again they pressed lips, again barriers in the young woman's mind fell away as she felt his passion flow through her. Their kisses were wet and loud and lustful. His hands resumed their course of action from before, one pulling up her denim skirt to clear the way for a firm grope of her tender bottom and the other slipping under the back of her shirt, feeling her soft skin underneath, grasping at the clasp of her bra and breaking it. His large rough hand massaged her smooth skin.

Alise's mind swirled. She felt his every touch and it sent ripples to every other part of her body. 

Without pulling apart from their kissing, he guided her over to the sofa. As he lowered her onto it, Alise only had one thought in her head now. 

"Yes."

Her sandals fell to the floor.

Their lips smacked and their tongues entwined for what seemed like hours. Alise's gasps filled the room. Then Kristoff moved from her mouth to her cheek, then to her ear and finally down to her neck. He pulled at the sleeve of her shirt, stretching the material over her smooth bare shoulder. He covered her in kisses and licked her soft skin until it gleaned with his saliva. He nipped and nibbled from her shoulder back to her neck. He grinned once then bit down hard on her tender flesh, leaving a fresh red hickey on her neck.

"Ahhh!" Alise gasped.

Now his hands moved to the collar of her shirt and tore at the material, the fine knitting proving little match for his strength and determination. He tore it from the collar to the bottom, his hands pulling and rending at her shirt as if it were paper until it was tossed to the floor beside the sofa. 

Her bra, it's clasp already snapped at the back, clung loosely to her silky mounds. With lustful satisfaction, Kristoff's large rough hands reached forward and grasped at her tits, feeling her soft flesh beneath the thin material of her bra. Alise was pulled forward as he again roughly jerked his hands backs, literally yanking the bra off the young woman. It fell on the floor beside her tattered shirt.

He leaned back and took her in, his eye lingering on her smooth soft flesh and her trembling breasts.

"Beautiful," he said.

Any sense of shame she may have felt from being stripped and used like this was pushed to the back regions of her mind as Kristoff dove quickly at her and began to suckle and kiss her lovely pert breasts. As he sucked hard on one he watched his hand rub the other, a dark brown nipple peeking out from between his fingers. He massaged the forgiving mounds and then squeezed them tight.

"Ahn! Ahn!" the young woman called out as she was stimulated into a frenzy. Her lips were trembling, a surge of electricity racing up her spine as his lips and teeth and tongue enjoyed her body. 

His tongue circled her nipple before his mouth engulfed her tit. 

"Mmmm," he hummed. He was enjoying this, he wanted her to know that. 

Now his other hand slipped under the skirt once more. It felt quickly up the soft flesh of her inner thigh and then grasped at her crotch. She was warm and damp and she squirmed her waist to the side as he touched her. His hand yanked and tore the material away, again tossing it unceremoniously to the floor, before going back under her skirt. His fingers danced on the outside of her soaked clit, rubbing and pinching her until she was practically thrusting her hips towards his fingers. He jammed two fingers into her swiftly.

"Ahhhnn!!!" she groaned and tossed her head back over the arm of the sofa.

She closed her eyes tight and when she opened them again, he was hovering over her. They came together in a kiss again, his tongue plunging into her just as his fingers were doing down below. She gasped and moaned into his mouth as he pumped her hard with his fingers.

"Mmmn! Huhn! Uhn! Uhn!" she groaned, "Kris!" 

Kristoff's fingers slid in and out of her like well-lubricated pistons. Not to his surprise, the young woman was both soft and tight and, from the sticky sopping noises his digits made as they moved back and forth, she was very wet. His finger wiggled inside of her, probing her soft tender inner flesh. 

"Mmmn! Uhn! AHHN!" Alise broke away from kiss as he brought her to her first sexual climax for the night. Her breath was heavy and wheezy as she gulped and swallowed for air. She shuddered as she spilled forth over his fingers, practically his whole hand was drenched.

Kristoff was nuzzling her ear as she tried to steady herself. He withdrew his fingers. They were both now covered in a layer of perspiration, Alise's fine black hair slightly dampened from the humidity in the room, her cheeks flushed red. Kristoff looked at her admiring the pretty face that had a mixture of innocence, anticipation, and ecstasy on it.

She was ready.

Their eyes were fixed on one another as he knelt on the sofa. Alise raised her hips as he slid her skirt off of her waist and down her legs. All of her clothing now lay in a pile on the floor. He took his time to linger over her body now. Lightly tanned skin glimmering with the sheen of sweat trembled slightly before him. She had a fine shape with soft curves all over. Her bush, now matted with her own juices, was trimmed with black curly hairs. Her beautiful body lay there, just waiting for him.

Alise watched and listened to him unzip his jeans. As he pulled them down with his boxer shorts, his piece slipped out and dangled in front of him. She inhaled deeply with a shudder of her lips as his dark brownish purple length hung there, thick and raw. It was still only partially awake but as he kicked off his pants and the moment drew closer, it twitched and grew and hardened. 

Finally, he lifted his chain off his neck, carefully placing it on the coffee table.

Now Kristoff's own nerves were getting the better of him. He steeled his jaw to her, looking down at her face and body from above. His demeanour was changing before her eyes, darker, colder. The warm, friendly boyish brother of her student had faded away. Now there was just a large overheated man hovering over her, his icy blue eyes piercing her. 

It had been so long for Kristoff. It was time for him to satiate two years of denied lust.

And Alise prepared to take the brunt of this frustration. She could sense the driven sense of urgency in the young man before her. This was not going to be gentle and tender love-making. She braced herself for a very long and possibly very rough session.

He slid back onto the couch, between her legs. He lowered himself onto her. She noted how his expression seemed unmoved, so focused and assured. Their now bare bodies pressed against one another, her tits mashing up against his rugged chest. They embraced and kissed again, long soft passionate kisses. Her thighs spread wide as he lay his weight on her and she felt his cock brush up against her inner leg. Then she felt its rock hard head nudge against her clit. Kristoff reached down to handle it and he dragged it teasingly up and down her opening.

"Nnnn....ahh," Alise's own voice betrayed her as she cooed and whined in anticipation. She swallowed and gasped and blinked, trying to steady herself.

He nuzzled at her ear and then whispered, "Lesson two: you must say that you want me."

He lifted his head and looked at her, a subtle sneer on his face. 

She stared at him with her deep watery black eyes. She felt his member caress her petals. There was only one thing at this very moment that she wanted.

She pushed the words through her lips, "I want you Kris."

"Again. Say it again," he coached her. 

"I want you," she moaned a little louder. She knew the sound of her voice saying those words would linger in her mind for days to come. She didn't care.

"Again," he repeated. He steadied his cock at the entrance to her snatch.

"I want-Huhhhn!"

He drove into her with a powerful thrust of his hips. His rippling staff ploughed deep within her hole. Her muscles tensed and tightened around his cock but he still pushed in with ease. His crotch slammed against hers as she took him all in.

"Hrrnh!" he growled and arched his back, satisfied with having gone as far as he could go. He lifted himself with his hands beside her head as if he were doing push ups over her.

Kristoff quickly got into his rhythm. Two years hadn't dulled his smooth motions, just enhanced them, made them more assured and focused. His hips undulated and rolled as he thrust into the young woman. Their damp bodies glided against one another . 

"Ahhn! Uhn! Uhn! Mmnn-Ahh!" Alise moaned and held onto her lover's arms. She drew her knees up and now her legs clutched against the side of his hips. Her cunt clenched tightly around him as she felt every ripple of his rock hard pole as he slipped in and out of her.

Soon the tiny apartment was filled with the sounds of their encounter. Her groans and moans, his grunts, the squeaking of the couch, the heated wet slaps of their crotches, each of them having their moment, overriding the other.

Even as he bucked and strained over her, Kristoff savoured her body. Her warm tight hole was the best he ever felt he was sure of that. Her tits, gleaming with perspiration and, though small, shook and circled with each thrust. Her pretty face contorting with passion and pleasure drove him on. Moreso than any girl before, he wanted to please her. He wanted her to want this as much as he did.

Without stopping, his own voice trembled as he spoke to her, "Huhn! Alise! Huhn! Hahn! Tell me you want me to fuck you."

She tried to focus her eyes on him. There was embarrassment, confusion in her stare.

"Say you want me to fuck you!" he grunted loudly at her.

The harshness of the words stunned her. She had already gone well beyond anything she would have imagined tonight. She was giving him everything she had. He had shredded her of her clothes. He had explored her body with his mouth and tongue. He had penetrated her with his fingers. He was rocking her deep and hard, without impediment at this very moment. What else did he want?

"Say it!"

In the past, everything about her as a person would have forced her to stop right there. Tonight though, she could only open her mouth and groan, "Fuck me."

Incredibly his thrusts grew harder and faster. He gasped, "Huhn! Huhn! Say...huhn...again!"

"Ahhn! Hahn! Hahn! Fuck me!" she cried out.

He pounded her mercilessly , his cock going full bore in and out of her. "Hurrn! Again! Say my name!"

"God! FUCK ME KRIS!" she screamed her throat raw. She reached over her head for the couch end and grabbed tight as he shook her to her core. Her tits stretched out and flattened but still trembled with his unrelenting thrusts.

"Uhn! Uhn! God! Ahhhn! Fuck me, Kris!" she whimpered. Her own hips thrust forward to meet his in the middle.

Sweat trickled from the side of his forehead and rolled to his chin before dropping onto her neck and chest. He lifted himself to his knees, grasping the side of her hips. She had a clear view of him and watched as his belly rolled like a dancer, each undulation slipping his length in and out of her. He in turn, looked down and watched his hard rod slide out all slick and shiny before plunging it back into her.




His Sister's Tutor



Then he lifted one of her smooth legs and rested it on his shoulder, holding her ankle near his head. The position sent new sensations through her body as his cock prodded and explored deep within her. 

He continually switched his rhythm from hard slaps to undulating smooth strokes then grinding twists mashing their crotches together. Each time her body tingled and sent waves of ecstasy through her mind.

"Nnnnh!! Uhn! Uhn! Ahhhhh!" her raw voice groaned endlessly.

She was experiencing first hand how well the young man was trained. He worked her to absolute perfection, not just physically, but mentally. There was no future no past, just the now in her head. There was no student, no tutor, no client just a man and a woman savouring one another. There was no thought of leaving. She wanted this to last forever. Kristoff on her, in her. She offered herself up completely to him. 

Kristoff, breathing hard, dropped her leg to the side then reached down and lifted her up. She kneeled on him, her legs spread wide over his muscular thighs. Her hands found his face and she pulled him in for a sweltering hot kiss.

"MMmmnnnn!" They moaned loudly into one another's mouths. They lashed at one another with their tongues.

She joined in the rhythm now, her own hips and smooth belly swaying and rolling with his. He clutched at her ass and pulled her onto him over and over. He leaned back, one arm braced behind him on the couch, the other around her waist as the young woman rode him. His cock was swollen and throbbed painfully inside of her. The feeling was incredible. Better than he ever imagined. He was ready to explode.

With a grunt he pushed her back onto the couch again. He reached under the bend in her knees and rested her legs in his arms. Then he pushed forward hard and leaned over her, folding her, rolling her ass up, her feet pointing towards the ceiling. 

"Ahhhhn!" Alise cried out. The position was sudden and uncomfortable for a moment. But as his cock now sunk even deeper than anytime before, as he pounded into her completely unabated with lustful stiff drives, she quickly forgot about it.

"Hahn! Hahn! Uhn! Oh god! Kris! Ahhn!"

"Hurn! Hurn! Ffffuck! Huhn!" He was trying to take deep breaths. Though his fluids surged and strained through the length of his staff, he wanted to hold on. This was the most satisfying moment. He wanted it to last. But electricity was running through both of them. She was dripping wet now and his cock seemed to be absorbing her warmth.

She was trembling as he shook her. Gasping, her throat was sore. She clutched her hands desperately behind his neck even as her energy drained from her. 

"Uhn! Uhn! Huhh-!" Alise held her breath then dug her nails into his biceps, squeezed her eyes tight and screamed, "AHHHHHNNNnnnnnn!!"

She came in a torrent, covering his swollen cudgel in her slick wet juices. Her whole body was quivering uncontrollably. As she felt the warmth flow from her she opened her eyes blinking, stunned. She was gasping but she still couldn't focus because he was still working her hard. 

But when he felt her come over his cock, he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. She was lubricated now, and he rammed her as if he were sliding in oil. 

"Huhn! I am...huhn....I'm cumming, Alise," he gasped, "I...Uhn...want to cum inside of you."

Alise was chewing her lower lip. Though she had climaxed, his thrusts felt no less unwelcome. She was still in ecstatic frenzy.

"Please...huhn...let me cum in you," he urged her. He looked at her carefully even as he shook and trembled over her. In slow motion, he saw the pretty Chinese girl with the flushed cheeks and dark loving eyes nod.

"It's okay," she said in a hushed soft voice.

Kristoff listed his head back and the veins in his neck bulged. "Hrrrr-AHHHHNnnnnggg!" he groaned and his arms shook as he quaked a thick salvo of cum into her tight snatch. 

"Ahhhnnn!" Alise moaned too.

It flowed out of him in a wave raising her temperature as he filled her. It felt wonderful. 

Alise trembled. She was gasping. Her body ached even as he released her from her folded position. They were satisfying aches though, incredibly satisfying. She held her arms close as if she were embracing herself. She felt so warm.

After a few more twitches, he pulled out from her and knelt below her. She could see his huge piece looking slightly less rigid and covered in a mix of his and her own sticky juices.

He took hold of it with his hand. "Huhhn...huhhn," he groaned as he closed his eyes and stroked it up and down slowly. 

He held his breath for a moment then grunted, "Huhn!" A stream of viscous white goo spat forth from his cock and landed around her belly. It was at first warm but immediately cooled on her skin.

The room was suddenly, impossibly quiet save for soft, steadying breaths,

He opened his eyes, a satisfied grin on his face. As he looked down at her, he was relieved and pleased to see a similar look on the young woman's face. 

"Wow," she whispered.

Kristoff lowered himself down on her. 

Alise was already reaching for his face, guiding him to her. 

As they stroked each other's body gently with their hands, they kissed again. Tenderly. Lovingly. 

Part 6: Oral Lessons

The two of them were squeezed close together on the couch, naked and uncovered. It was so warm in the room already and their bodies were barely cooling down, both still sticky. But neither minded at all. Melting into one another didn't seem like too bad a thing at the moment.

As they stared up at the ceiling revelling in the afterglow of their session of passion, Kristoff gently stroking her arm he put his cheek up against the top of her head and asked, "I did not hurt you, did I, Alise?"

She thought for a moment, listening to her body. She ached all over and her crotch and inner thighs were raw and red. Her throat was rough and dry as well for her throes and cries.

Smiling to herself she said, "I wouldn't exactly say you hurt me."

He frowned, unsure of what she meant.

She looked at him and smiled, "I'm fine. It all felt fine."

It felt great.

For Alise, she had never let go like 

that, not that fast, not that willingly. She never told a man to fuck her and she definitely never screamed like that before.

And for Kristoff, after two years he never thought it would feel that good again. To his own surprise it felt 10 times better. Not only because he had waited so long to release himself, but he knew it was because of the young woman he cradled in his arms right now. 

"It was very good," he said with a deep monotone voice.

Something about the way he said it, dripping with his Russian accent, tickled at Alise and she started to giggle. "Yes," she mimicked his deep accent, "It was good."

"Hah. You are not supposed to joke about my language!" he poked her in the arm.

She rolled up onto his chest and looked at him with a cocky grin, "But it was good, yes?" She continued with the false Russian accent. Her dark eyes twinkled and her teeth curled over her lower lip in a big smile.

Kristoff cursed softly at her but even he couldn't keep a straight face, "Da! It was good! Very very good! Kristoff is good teacher, yes?"

"Kristoff is very good teacher, yes," she nodded.

They continued to giggle and chortle and Kristoff reached down to her waist and tickled her. Alise yelped and jerked back, then she did the same eliciting a hearty roar from Kristoff. She stopped when she saw him wince suddenly . He held his breath for a moment. She had accidentally pressed on his bandaged cut.

"Oh! Kris! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she gasped, "Did that hurt?"

Within seconds he was relaxed again and he nodded, "I am fine."

Alise looked at his side, a small spot of dark red showed through the layers of bandage but it looked like it was drying. She gently pressed the edge of the bandage down to make sure it didn't come off. As she drew her hand across his belly, her arm brushed his member. She immediately yanked back her hand, startled by the feel of his cock. She gazed at it. It was still imposing, thick and long.

Kristoff reached up and took her hand. He pulled it gently down and wrapped it around his piece.

Alise bit her lower lip as she took a firm grip. It was so warm and she could feel it stiffening at her touch. Her soft hand slid slowly up then down it's full length. She could almost sense the energy beginning to flow through it once more. She looked at Kristoff. The boyish smile was gone again, replaced by a stoic gaze.

"Alise," he said, all semblance of joking gone, "It is time for another lesson, I think."

Alise felt his hand reach behind her head and start to pull her down. Her face closed in on his crotch, drawing closer to the vertical flesh she held in her hand. She paused for a moment, her lips hovering just centimetres away from the tip of his manhood. Her other hand trembled slightly as she pushed the hair that had fallen across her face back and over her ear. It was a subtle gesture, but Kristoff now had a clear view of her as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide and lowered her lips onto him. 

His cock was a contradiction of soft smooth flesh and hardened rippling muscles and veins. It filled her mouth since it was so thick and it quickly was pushing against the back of her throat. She lifted her mouth off of him with a slurp and gasped for a breath only for a moment before sucking down on him again. 

"Mmmn...aah-mmmm," she moaned as she bobbed her head down and then pulled back up again but this time she didn't let him out of her mouth. Her head sank and rose working the top of his cock while her hand worked the base. She slurped and gulped and soon her saliva was dripping down his length,

Kristoff lay in a relaxed position, one arm behind his head, the other reaching forward, stroking her bare back and brushing her long black hair from her face. He watched as his dome bulged from within her cheek. He admired the boldness, the wanton willingness of the pretty young woman. Her soft lips soothed him while her teeth tickled and stimulated him. 

"Mmm! Mmmnnnmmph!" she moaned as her head moved up and down even faster. She slipped it out with a pop from her lips and she ran her tongue down it's full length, her eyes going almost cross-eyed as she tried to keep looking at it, then back up again before plunging deep into her dripping mouth once more. She squeezed her eyes shut as she drove herself up and down in a heated fervour upon his staff, her hand also matching the speed of her head as it slapped down against his balls. 

Kristoff was breathing hard now. The 

hand that had been around his neck had now joined the other clutching her head, twisting her fine black strands of hair as he helped drive her on. He took in long sucks of air between his teeth as his eyes rolled up into his head.

"Uhhn!" he grunted, "Uhhn. Alise. Ye-ehs!"

Just then the phone rang. They heard it but they weren't going to stop, though. After three rings, the answering machine kicked in.

"Hello Bobo. It's Yanny," the voice on the phone spoke.

Kristoff opened one eye to look at the answering machine but he didn't move from his position.

"Mrs.Talbot told us to go to sleep now but she said I can call to wish you a goodnight."

"Ahhn. Mmmnn! Yes, Alise!"

"I had fun tonight and I hope we can have Ms.Zhang over again for dinner."

"Mmmn! Ahnn-mmm!" Alise groaned and slurped and gasped.

"I love you, Bobo! Good night!"

The phone clicked.

Kris closed his eyes again and breathed deeply and steadily. He strained to let the build up within him subside. He was going to make this last. Alise was going to have to "study" him hard.

With a squelch, she pulled off of him again. As she jerked her hand swiftly up and down his cock, she looked at him. She saw the satisfaction on his face. It pleased her but it also spurred her on even more. Once again her mouth engulfed him and soon her head was bobbing up and down rapidly in dogged determination.

"Ahhn! Alise!" Kristoff cried out. Then his stomach muscles tensed and a hot stream of fire surged from his loins. 

"Hurrrnnh-ahhn!"

Her head was just sinking down on him when she felt the liquid stream against her throat. Kristoff's body tensed, his arm stiffened holding her head down as he fired a thick salvo into the young woman's gaping mouth. 

It was bitter and salty and pungent. His cum filled her mouth and dripped out from the sides and down his shaft. Alise managed to lift her head off with a cough, her lips coming off with a soft pop. A stream of milky goo dribbled down her chin and her lips had a heavy glossy sheen on them.

"Hurrn!" he grunted again.

This time a heavy strand of the viscous juice spewed across her face. She gasped, a wad of his sticky fluid she had been holding in her mouth slaking down her throat as she did. She squeezed her eyes shut as she swallowed the rest down her gullet. 

Alise leaned back in her seat, wiping the strands of cum from her open mouth. She was breathing hard and looked completely worn out now. She looked at Kristoff, he was breathing hard as well.

They gazed at each other for a long time, both of them expressionless. Then she slid down beside him and curled herself into his arms. Kristoff kissed the top of her head as he gently rubbed her back.

They fell asleep that way. 

Part 7: Late Night Cramming

They woke up at the same time a couple of hours later, just past 1:30 in the morning. The couch was damp with their sweat now, and though they didn't really want to, they sat up and pulled themselves apart to get some relief from the heat.

"I can't believe it's actually getting hotter," Alise exclaimed. 

"I am very sorry," sighed Kristoff, "I should have bought a fan already."

Alise sat at the edge of the couch waving her hand by her face. Kristoff got up to got the kitchen.

"I will get us some water and ice," he said.

"Thanks," she answered, then cleared her throat. She really could use a drink. Her throat was dry and rough. Okay, some of her groaning and screaming from earlier before didn't help but the heat definitely made her thirsty.

She watched with a smile as Kristoff moved around in the nude by the fridge. She couldn't help but admire his body or remind herself of how that body had made love to hers just a few hours ago. When he turned around, she couldn't stop smiling, now with a full frontal view of his long piece dangling from his crotch. 

However, staring at him did bring her attention to the clock on the wall beside his head. Her jaw dropped.

"Oh god! Is it almost 2:00 already?" she asked looking bewildered.

He glanced over his shoulder then back at her, "The clock is correct."

"I gotta go!" she said and stood up from the couch, "No. First I call my parents, then I gotta go."

"Really?" he asked, still standing with a bowl of ice and a pitcher of water, "It's not as if you have classes tomorrow, right? You can stay out late."

"But not this late on a weeknight, and not without calling my parents," she continued scooping up her skirt from the floor. She slipped it on and then picked up her other pieces of clothing. They were in tatters, casualties of Kristoff's fervour earlier that night.

She turned to him with a blank gaze. He shrugged.

"I can give you a shirt," he said.

Alright, this would be another thing she would have to explain if they saw her but first things first: call home. She scooted over to her bag, past Kristoff still standing in the same spot, and got her cell phone.

As she switched it on, she looked up at him, and saw his eyes fixed on her. "I'm so sorry, Kris," she sighed. He must have thought that she was acting like a skittish little school girl now. 

"Not at all, Alise," he smiled, "You call. I will get you a shirt."

She arched her brows up apologetically as she dialled and held the phone to her ear, "Thanks."

She turned away from him to speak. Kristoff went to get a shirt but then stopped. He looked back at her then put down the pitcher of water. He kept the ice as he walked toward her, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Uh, hello? Mom?" she squeaked softly, "Yes! Yes! I'm okay. I'm fine. No, I know. It's almost 2. I'll be coming home right now. What? No, I'm just hanging out with a friend. I'll be come home now if you just hang uhh-HUP!"

Alise yelped as she felt an icy trickle of water roll down her bare back. She tensed and clenched her shoulders for a second then whirled around and looked up at Kristoff holding ice cubes in his hands. 

She glared at him wide-eyed. He winked at her.

"H-huh? What?" she sputtered back into the phone, "No. I uh, the phone slipped from my hand. Huh? No, I haven't been drinking! I mean not much! Just wine! Yes I can still drive home!"

Kristoff was really enjoying this now. It was both funny and arousing and he decided to press his enjoyment. He shifted behind her again, handfuls of ice cubes dripping between his fingers.

Alise had shut her eyes and was rubbing her forehead listening to her mother's rants on the phone. She didn't notice his hands come around her and then pull back, pressing the ice cubes up against her bare breasts.

"Hohh-god!!" she cried out, icy sensations chilling through her whole body. Her dark brown nipples hardened to fine tips almost instantly.

"I-I-I meant: God mom! I'm fine!" she fumbled, her answer drawing even more of her mother's ire. 

Ice cubes fell to the floor as she struggled to pull away from him but he managed to hold tight, pressing her up against his warm hard body. He continued to fondle and flick her nipples between his fingers. Their tips strained painfully towards his incessant touch. 

"Uhnn. Uh-huh. Uh-yes...m-mom...I-I'm sorry...mmm-hmm," she managed to eke out. Not only was she having difficulty finding the right words, but, as she felt him lean in close and start kissing and nibbling around her ear and neck, she was having a hard time trying to control her breathing. 

"Oh-ohm, yes mo-ohhm, uhhn" she fought through her moans. She bit her lower lip and strained her eyes shut.

He dragged up one ice cube from her breast, up her chest and neck and to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and her lips pursed to lick and suckle the dripping cube. Her legs felt like they were going to buckle but he held her up as he moved her to the edge of the table.

"Dammit, Kris! Stop!" her mind screamed, but her body relented to him.

Alise felt him push her head forward from behind, leaning her slightly up against the table. She stared straight ahead as he pulled up her skirt. 

Kristoff took a moment to Zhangr at her nicely shaped bottom. He ran his hand around the smooth surface of flesh like a sculptor. He could feel his cock begin to swell quickly and he lifted it towards her as he leaned onto her.

"Okay mom. Mom! Listen to me," she had to wrap this up fast. She knew what was coming, feeling his hot breath against her cheek, "I will hang up and come home-"

"Don't hang up yet," he hissed softly into her ear.

Alise craned her neck around, her eyes wide, mouth frozen open.

He shook his head slowly and squinted knowingly at her.

She turned back looking forward. Pausing for a moment, she then asked, "Is dad still awake?"

Kristoff grinned then raised his hips forward. His staff impaled the young woman from behind and Alise shuddered.

"Ahh-uhhhn," she groaned. Deep in her head she thought how fortunate it was that he had entered her just as her mother was passing the phone to her dad. 

"Uhhn, D-dad?" she strained. Kristoff was working her slowly, her body being lifted then lowered in a gentle rhythm. Her lips trembled as she spoke, "Uh...mmm...I, uh.,,,yes, I mean...soon...now, I'm coming...uhn...now."

Kristoff pumped forward raising her to almost her tiptoes, her free hand propping herself up on the table. He watched as his cock glided into her, burying itself between her ripe ass.




His Sister's Tutor



"Huh? I umm...mean what did you say? N-no...that was a while...hours...uhn...ago. It was uhn only wine. Nnnn!"

She gulped and licked her lips and leaned her head back against Kristoff, eyes closed. She felt his lips press onto hers. His hands moved from her waist to her front, grabbing hold of her soft breasts again. His thrusts became stiffer now. She nudged the table forward as she was pushed into from behind. 

"Yehhs!" she blurted as she broke away from his kiss, "I-I...dad! I-I will! Yes! Uhn! I will...now! Uhn, yes! T-Twenty minutes. M-maybe...uhn..."

Now he released her and pushed her forward, bending her onto the table. His rapid fire thrusts were now coaxing a raw smack-smack-smack sound as his crotch slapped against her ass. 

Her body and side of her face pressed flush against the cool wood surface now. 

Alise closed eyes, trying in vain to concentrate as she took Kristoff's broad strokes from behind. "Da-ahhn-ad! I don't...ahn! ...know! Soon! I'm coming....ahn...now, okay? God!" 

She pressed the end call button and then sent the phone sliding off the table onto the floor.

"Ahhnn! Ahhn!" she called out to each of Kristoff's pointed thrusts.

He was lying on top of her, leaning his weight on her smaller frame. He lifted one of her legs up and pulled it to the side, clearing her passageway even more for his surging cock. His hand then slipped below her waist to her crotch. As his cock slid in and out of her tight hole, his fingers danced along the lips of her moist clit. 

Alise's gasps and moans mingled with his grunts. Tears streamed down her eyes and met with the sweat that rolled down her face. She would never have imagined it, but he seemed to be going even deeper than he had before into her. 

Kristoff was becoming more primal by the minute. He needed this. He needed to exhaust his sexual urges onto her. He needed to fuck her hard. He wanted to hear the demure, pretty, kind-hearted Alise cry his name and beg to be fucked. 

"Uhn! Uhn! Ahn! Hahn! K-Kris! Huhn!" her raw throat strained. 

Their bodies moved as one, rolling, undulating in rhythmic passion. The table creaked and strained but held them aloft. 

"Huhn! Huhn! Hurrn! Fuck! Alise! Fucking take it!" Kristoff was losing himself to his lust. "You want it don't you?"

"Yes! Oh god!" she screamed.

He slammed his piece into her eliciting more screams. He obliged her request.

Kristoff could feel the pressure building yet again. All his fluids rushed to a single, throbbing point in his body. Alise felt him swell up within her. He was so hot, so thick and hot. 

"Uhn! Uhn! UHN! UHN!" she cried out then, she gasped and held her breath as she clutched the ends of the table, "HAAAHHH-uuuuhhnn!!!"

She came in a surging orgasm that spilled from her deepest places in a dripping stream of warm juices. "Oh god! Oh fucking god!" she cried out in ecstasy.

The moment he felt her fluids rushing over his cock and then seeping over his swollen balls, Kristoff let loose his own load.

"Hunnnnh-rrrrggh!" he strained, every muscle in his body tensing up as he shot yet another stream of hot cum into her. He stood up tall, grabbing her by the hips, yanking her onto his staff, firing his juices into her as he bucked against her rose-red ass. 

He pulled it out of her, dripping with both their sticky fluids. He held it taught in his hand and with barely a stroke, he shot one final thick strand of white milky ooze onto her round butt cheeks. 

Kristoff stumbled back, his legs weak. He was breathing hard and he ran his hands back through his damp hair. He reached back and grabbed a glass of water, all the while watching the young woman who was still lying on the table with her skirt hiked up over her bottom. She was motionless save the hitching of her back as she tried to regain her breath.

Alise wasn't sure if she could move anymore. She was completely exhausted physically and most of all mentally. While the tingling in her body subsided, replaced by new aches all over, her mind was still very active. She felt liquid streaming down her inner leg, cold, sticky. The warm heavy air was thick with the smell of his sweat and cologne, and the pungent odour of cum. And over the sound of her gasping breaths, she heard in her head her own voice, calling and screaming while he fucked her on the table. 

It was unrecognizable.

Was that really her?

She felt a soft tug at the back of her skirt as it was pulled over her naked flesh. The man reached over and rolled her onto her back onto the table. Her tits shimmered with sweat. Kristoff lowered himself and suckled on each gently. Alise breathed in deeply as he did.

He moved up to look into her eyes. Her face was blank. 

They looked at each other for a long time. Finally his expression softened and he hinted a smile. 

"Alise," he whispered softly, "No more lessons tonight. Thank you for a wonderful evening."

Then he kissed her. At first, she didn't move, but then he felt her arms wrap around him as they finished off their night with a long steamy kiss.

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They both got dressed quietly. Kristoff found her a T-shirt and she slipped into the clean fresh top. As she fixed her hair and watched him get dressed, he was pleased to see that the relaxed, warm smile had returned to her face. 

As she slipped into her sandals, he picked up the white rose and handed it to her.

After a short quiet walk to her car, they embraced and then locked their lips together once more. 

Alise felt the heady rush of the evening swelling inside of her again. The thought of opening the car door and then letting him do her in the parking lot of the library suddenly flashed through her mind. With his hands sliding under her skirt and squeezing her bare ass, she figured he was thinking the same.

She pulled away, "MMM...uh-uh...down down...down boy!' 

He stepped back sighing deeply. 

Reluctantly she got into her car and shut the door. Safe at last. She rolled down the window.

"Good night," she said with a sense of finality.

"Good night," he replied, "You will be tutoring Illyana again next week?"

She nodded with a smile.

"Can we continue our own studies as well?" he asked.

Alise blushed but still smiled. Then she drove out of the parking lot.

Kristoff was already planning more sleepovers for his sister.