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All I Ever Wanted

By: 0131aj



"Take off your blouse."

She started to fumble with the buttons but his impatience took over as he stood up, ripped the blouse apart sending buttons all over the room, and sat back down again.

"Take your tits out."

She lifted both her sagging tits out of their white, lacy cups and let them hang down.

"Try to suck your nipples."

She lifted first her right then her left tit towards her mouth but failed to reach her nipples. He got up again and walked over towards her, lifting each tit in turn, sucking it gently into his mouth to make her nipples stand out. Her inch-long nipples had always been something he liked about her body and it had been too long since he sucked on them.

Letting her tits drop again he walked behind her, so close that she could feel his hard cock pressing against her arse through both their clothes. He reached around her, gabbing each tit and squeezing them both, enough to make her squirm in discomfort. Then he reached for her nipples and squeezed them tightly. After a few seconds he released them but her relief was short lived.

"Bend over."

She did as she was told, bent at the waist and steadied herself with her hands on the glass top of the coffee-table. She knew he would pay a lot of attention to her bum; it had always been a huge attraction to him but she couldn't understand what he saw. Maybe when they had first met and she was a slim size 8 or 10 (UK sizes) but not now. Ever since the children had been born she had piled on the pounds and was now nearer a size 16 or 18. He lifted up her short black skirt over her thick thighs, admiring the black stockings and suspenders that he had ordered her to wear. He didn't stop until her skirt was around her waist and he had the perfect view of her large white, cotton knickers stretched across her massive arse. He ran his hands over the taut material then raised his hand and spanked her right cheek as hard as was humanly possible, all the pain she had caused in the past and all the anticipation of this moment merged in that slap and made her jump up in shock and pain.

"What did you do that for?" she screamed at him, turning to face him, holding her abused arse and protecting it from any further attack.

"Your body is mine, your cunt is mine, your tits are mine and if I want to spank your arse, I will. Now bend over again."

She looked at him, pleadingly, but knew that he was right and knew that her repayments had just begun.

Just over four months ago her most recent boyfriend had walked out on her and she very quickly fell behind in her mortgage repayments. Now the bank were about to take the house from her and it was their children that suggested she ask her ex-husband (their dad) to help out. She arranged to meet him at the local Hilton and he agreed to buy the house and allow her to live in it rent free. She relaxed for the first time in weeks and then he asked,

"How are you going to make your repayments?"

She was flustered at first as she really thought he would just give her the money. Eventually, she muttered something about paying him back in small amounts but he just laughed in her face.

"I don't want your money. I want you."

"I don't understand," she said, totally bewildered. He had never even spoken to her since they split up.

"The terms of the agreement are this: once a week you will present yourself to me, dressed as instructed by me, and for the rest of that day you will be my sex slave. Your body will belong to me and anything I want to do to it is allowed. You will only speak when spoken to; you will only go to the toilet with my express permission and if I want to watch then I will. I will tie you up. I will spank you. I will cum in your mouth and on your tits. I will fuck your cunt and your arse and you will never say no or hesitate to follow my instructions. Do you understand?"

"You're mad," she shouted. "I'll never agree to that!" and stormed away from him.

Yet here she was as he had commanded. He had texted her with the day, time and location and once again they were in a large suite at the Hilton; at least he was giving her some privacy.

He raised his hand again and spanked her hard, this time on the left cheek. She jumped again but this time managed to remain bent over the coffee table. Five more slaps fell on each cheek until he saw a nice red tinge in each and stopped.

"Open your legs."

She moved her legs apart, fearing what was to come next but strangely aware that her cunt was dripping.

"You liked that, you fat slut, see if you like this!" This time his hand came up hard against her pussy lips and the pain shot through her whole being. She collapsed in a heap on the floor but this time he left her there to recover. However his patience wasn't his strongest virtue and after a few minutes he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up on to her feet.

"Sit on the coffee table."

She sat on the cold, glass top feeling her large, sore arse spread across the hard surface. He dropped his trousers and boxers and stood right in front of her, his cock dangling inches from her face.

"Suck it like the whore you are."

She knew this was coming too. She had always hated putting his dick in her mouth and never made any attempt to give him a blowjob, even though she loved him eating her pussy. She took his prick in her hands and allowed the head of it to enter her lips.

"I said suck it, whore".

She knew what she had to do but tried to make him cum with her hands moving up and down quickly while only the first few inches of him entered her mouth. He could see exactly what she was doing and slapped her hands away.

He stepped back, removing his cock from her mouth and said, "Start playing with yourself."

She looked blankly but he roared at her, "Start playing with your clit and stick some fingers up that cunt."

She sat there with her tits hanging out, her legs wide, her knickers around her ankles and knew that she had to do exactly what he said. When she brought her right hand down to touch her slit she knew that she was already wet but couldn't believe how much her juices were flowing. When she brought her other hand down to start playing with her clit she thought she would cum with her first touch. As she continued to rub her cunt, her fingers and hands moving ever faster, he stepped forward again and lifted her chin.

"Open your mouth."

This she did obediently and immediately he plunged his hard cock all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull back but he grabbed her by the hair and proceeded to fuck her mouth and rape her throat. She had never had anyone's cock so deep in her mouth before and she struggled to breathe. Her hands had left her cunt as she struggled to prise his fingers from her hair but he was too strong for her and kept thrusting in and out of her lips until she felt his cock swell in her mouth and the first shots of his cum hit the back of her throat. Still he kept thrusting as her mouth filled with cum and she tried desperately to avoid swallowing it. It started to pour out of our mouth down the sides of his cock but still he kept cumming. Eventually he let go of her hair and she tried to rush to the toilet to spit out her mouthful; but he grabbed her by the arm, swung her round to face him and said, "Swallow it."

She couldn't believe the man who had married her could be so cruel because he knew how much she had avoided doing this when they were married after the one and only time she had ever tasted some pre-cum on his dick. He held her chin up and pinched her nose until she had no choice but to swallow. She did so and the tears were streaming from her eyes.

He lay down on the large double bed and said, "Clean me up, bitch." She came over to where he lay and knelt down by his side. By now he was naked but she still had all her clothes on, even though her tits, cunt and arse were on full view.

"No," he said. "Lie down on top of me so I can eat your cunt while you clean up all the cum you let drip on to my balls.

She got into position on top of him, opening her legs as far as the knickers around her ankles would allow, lowering her cunt to just above his face and started to clean his cock and balls of his own cum. He had a great view of her pussy and had waited a long time to taste it again so he pulled her down onto his mouth and started to lap at her sweet juices. The more he licked her, and he hadn't even touched her clit, the more his face and neck were soaked by the pussy juice pouring from her. 

By now she had cleaned his cock and balls and he was as hard again as he had been when he had fucked her face. He tossed her off of him and she fell roughly on to the floor.

"Get up on the table, bitch."

She looked blankly at him again because she wasn't sure exactly what he wanted. He grabbed her by the right tit and hauled her across to the small dining table that sat next to the large window so that anyone dining in their room could look out over the city.

"Kneel on the top of the table with your arse stuck up and your forehead on the table."

She knew that anyone with a view of the hotel would be able to see her if they happened to look up but she did as she was told. He went to his small case and pulled something out then stood behind her with a perfect view of her arsehole and pussy lips sticking out between her slightly opened legs. At first she wasn't sure what he was doing behind her then she knew as she heard the tell-tale "click" of his camera. She shuddered in embarrassment and tried to hide her face but he came round to the side and told her to face the camera. "Click" again and this time there would be no doubt whose cunt and arse were on show.

"Just a little insurance policy in case you should ever think about defaulting on our agreement. Do exactly as you are told or these and all the others I'm going to take will be sent to your mother, your boss and all your family. Understand?" She nodded her head numbly, knowing that any prospect of ever escaping this pact had just disappeared.

"Get down and stand against the window."

She did so and stood with her back leaning against the large floor to ceiling window.

"No, turn around and press your tits against the window."

Again she did so, reluctantly this time as, again, she became aware of her vulnerable position to people walking below and vulnerable to whatever her ex-husband wanted to do to her next.

He came and stood immediately behind her with his hard cock pressing against her arse. He put his hands on her fat hips and pulled her roughly back a step from the window. "Open your legs."

This time she knew what was coming. He was finally going to fuck her and maybe, just maybe, she would be allowed to cum. He pressed his hard penis against the outer lips of her pussy and pushed hard. There was no finesse, he was fucking her and he didn't care how it felt to her. All he wanted was to feel her cunt walls wrapped around his hard cock as he plunged in and out of her dripping hole.

She had never had him like this before. When they were married he had always been loving and always made sure she had cum before he did. Now it seemed that she was just a piece of meat to him, a hole for him to place his cock in and to fuck. As his thrusting became quicker and rougher she felt herself being pushed forward against the window with her big, fat tits squashed flat. She also felt he orgasm building deep within her but, again, just before she got to that critical point, she felt his cock swell and felt him flooding her with his cum. He continued to push into her but as soon as he was finished he pulled out of her cunt, leaving her feeling frustrated and gaping.

"Sit on the edge of the bed."

She did so.

"Open your mouth."

She did so.

"Clean your pussy juices off my cock."

She did so and tasted her own cunt for the first time on his prick. It tasted sweet but musty at the same time. She actually liked the taste but suddenly became aware of his cock growing in her mouth. She couldn't believe he was nearly ready again but thought he might be finished even if he did get fully erect.

Her illusions were shattered immediately.

"Lie back."

As she did so he raised her fat legs on to his shoulders, pulled her arse cheeks apart and pushed his hard cock against her virgin arsehole.

"No! Oh please, no! You know I've never done that." He didn't; he knew she had never let him fuck her arse but he didn't know until now that she had kept her arse to herself.

"I'm going to do it and you're going to beg me to do it."

"What?"

"I want you to say, fuck my big, fat, stinking arsehole."

"Please no. I can't do this," she pleaded.

"Say it!" he demanded as he reached down and twisted her nipples.

"Please fuck my arsehole," she screamed.

"That's not it," and he twisted her nipples some more. "Say it right!"

"Fuck my big, fat, stinking arsehole," she cried.

He pushed his cock against her hole.

"Fuck my big, fat, stinking arsehole," as she felt her hole stretching.

He pushed the head in and for the first time ever she felt her hole being filled from outside her body.

"Fuck my big, fat, stinking arsehole," as she felt she was going to be split in two.

He pushed again and slid his rock hard cock all the way into her tightest hole.

"Please fuck my big, fat, stinking arsehole," she sobbed.

So he did. He rammed in to her tight, tight hole and knew this would be his best fuck ever. He fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. In her position she couldn't move from under him and lay there suffering her fate. Finally, just before she passed out, she felt her back passage fill with his cum and he slipped out of her. "Hold your legs up."

He reached for the camera and took one last snap of his cum dipping out of her gaping arsehole. The he moved round to the side of the bed and pulled her head to the edge.

"Clean me."

This time she tasted her own anus and wondered what he had planned for her next.

When she was finished, he dressed and walked to the room door.

"See you next week!" 

All I Ever Wanted...



Summery: ... Was Smith Puget. Davey is having a hard time admitting his feelings for Smith. But, when Smith finds Davey trying to kill himself, things don't go as planned. Attempted self-harm.

Genre: Angst. Self-harm. Smavey. Hurt/Comfort. 

Disclaimer: I do not own either Davey Havok or Smith Puget. They own themselves- I just wished I owned them.

All I Ever Wanted...

'I can't handle this any more!' He thought to himself. Tears stinging his eyes, he lowered the sharp kitchen knife down to his wrist. 'I can do this.'

"Davey?" A voice from behind asked. Davey Havok's head shot up at the sound of his voice. The voice of the man who started this. He was to blame for it all.

"Y-yes, Smith?" Davey stuttered, turning away as to keep the knife out of view. This action caught Smith's attention. 

"What... What is that in your hand?" He walked closer to his friend, Davey looked down and glared.

"Nothing, go away. This is my room." He snapped. Smith grabbed Davey's shoulder and spun him around. His eyes widened when he saw what Davey was holding. Suddenly, the Puget orbs filled with rage.

"What the FUCK were you gonna do with that?!?!" Demanded Smith. Davey sat, unsure of what to say to his outraged friend. His friend. 'That's all he is, and that's all he will ever be', he told himself.

"Nothing you need to worry about. Go away." Not being a good enough answer for Smith; he stole the knife away from Davey's hand, and pointed it at him.

"Don't give me that shit! You were gonna try and kill yourself, weren't you? I swear to fucking God, Davey, if you were, you will not leaves my sight until you tell me why!"

'This isn't like Smith. The normal Smith was a care-free, let's-fuck-around-and-do-stupid-shit kind of guy. Not a act-like-my-mother-would-if-I-just-broke-her-two-hundred-dollar-vase... again guy.' It took Davey a moment to figure out whether or not to tell him he was in fact attempting to kill himself. But he couldn't possibly tell him the reason why. That would make things ten times worse then they already were.

"FINE! Yes. I was going to try and kill myself. Happy now?" Smith's eyes softened as he sat down next to Davey, on the bed.

"Why?"

'Nope. No way on Earth am I going to give-in and tell him. It's hard enough to explain myself to him when I'm NOT trying to kill myself. But now...' Davey trailed off in his mind. When he responded, his chocolate-coloured eyes became watery and filled with tears.

"Smith... I- Just hug me. Please?" He wrapped his arms around the younger Puget brother and cried into the crook of his neck. Taken aback for a moment, Smith hugged him back.

When he finally stopped sobbing, he asked Smith, "You really want to know why I was trying to... do that?"

"Yeah, dude, you're one of my best friends. I wanna know what's wrong."

"Best friend..."

"That's exactly it. I don't want to be just best friends. I want to be more. I- I'm inlove with you, Smith. I've been inlove with you for years now. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life. You— " But, Davey was cut off by Smith's mouth devouring his own. He wasted no time in shoving his tongue into the older man's mouth. The two of them made-out for a while before Smith reluctantly pulled away. 

Catching his breathe, he whispered into Davey's ear: "Part your lips a bit more. I'll swallow your fear." The younger man said, quoting lyrics from Kiss and Control. This confused Davey for a second, but then his eyes lowered and felt extremely stupid. Sighing, Smith placed his index finger under Davey's chin and tilted his face up, so he was looking at him.

"I love you, too."

"Really? I mean, more then just a friend?"

Smith nodded. "I couldn't tell you. There was no way I was gonna be the one to fuck-up our friendship. Davey smiled a little and replied.

"Kiss me? Please?" Smith laughed and covered Davey's mouth with his own again. Slowly, Davey felt hands running up and down his chest. The hands started lifting up his shirt as they broke the kiss. After that, Davey did the same thing to Smith. Not being able to help himself, Smith let his eyes wander down Davey's body and they stopped at his rabbit belt buckle.

"I think we should get these off, don't you think?" He asked. Davey's hands flew down to his belt and quickly removed it. Smith smiled as he eyed his prize. Davey followed his gaze and shook his head. He pushed Smith backwards, so he was lying down on the bed. And climbed on top of him, straddling Smith's thighs, Both men's excitements showed bluntly through their clothing (Or, what was left of it.) Although he wasn't really a vampire, Davey couldn't stop himself from attacking the younger man's neck.

"Smith, are you sure you want to...?" he trailed off, still nibbling on Smith's neck. Smith laughed from the question, and also from the feeling he was getting from Davey's teeth on his neck.

"Am I sure I want to fuck? No, I always undress men and then tell them, 'I'm sorry, I don't wanna have sex.'" He said, sarcastically. Davey stopped what he was doing to Smith's neck and smiled at him.

"I love you. I'll always love you."

"Same here, Dave. I love you, too. And if you ever try and kill yourself again, I will make it my responsibility to thoroughly kick your ass. But, I will do it in a nice, caring, and loving way, of course." Smith assured.

Davey kissed him before saying, "I won't. I promise. I have all I could ever want now. There's no way I'm going to lose it now."



All I Ever Wanted



I was a normal white girl who happen to have a hang up on black guys since as long as I can remember. I envied this girl in high school as she was white and had a black boyfriend. I always tried to flirt with them and they wouldn't give me the time of day and neither did the white boys. I wasn't ugly by any means but I wasn't cheerleader type material either. I tried to be nice to everyone, but the black guys always got a little extra kindness from me.

While I was away at college and away from my racist parents, I explored going to bars that were frequented by the black guys. I wanted a black man to love me in the worst way. I would try and see what they looked for in their women, especially the ones that had white girlfriends and try to dress and act like them.

I did have one advantage that most of them didn't have and that was a very well off father who had his own business and I had a substantial bank and checking account. Maybe my looks and actions couldn't get be a black man but I figured my money could talk for me a get me someone.

I lived on campus at a college in NJ just so I would be away from the bull shit of being home and in college and being watched by the locals and being around the same people day in and day out. My best friend was a year ahead of me but we always hung out no matter what. She knew how I felt about black men and she never tried to tell me not to date them, just warned me to be careful. I was home on spring break and all the nice new summer clothes were out so I took myself and my best friend on a shopping spree - money being no object of course.

We went to the mall and found bathing suits and shorts and pants and short tops and all sexy things to wear. She was very small breasted and I was the one that had the big tits. I was a 42DD and proud of myself that I could go around without a bra and not sag. I kept in shape and they were firm and not wearing a bra felt great. We got all kinds of things that day and we decided that on Friday night we would hit a club or 2 and see if I can find myself a black stud.

I went on line to see what kind of black men were out there and I was getting wet in my pants just looking at some of them. I was tired of the football player jock types and just wanted a black man that was into me. I didn't dress like a slut but I did dress like I was looking for action. My top revealed my flat stomach and made my tits pronounced - without wearing a bra. We started off in one place but it was s boring we left within the hour. She called a few other friends later on to join us but she was told not to tell the others of my plans to get myself a black guy. She drove and I was free to take off with a guy and get a ride home and she wouldn't have to wait for me or be held up waiting for me.

A few of our friends did join us and I was given many compliments on my outfit which consisted of white shorts and that sexy top. When we got in the bar, I noticed black man sitting at the bar and I insisted we sit at the bar and no one gave me any arguments. I sat next to him and zoomed myself into checking him out. He was build like a football players, had a baby face and a dimple in his chin. He had no facial hair and wore a diamond stud in his right ear. He had a killer smile to go with his killer body. He was with a few friends but I got his attention. 

We hit if off right away as he and I talked and drank and laughed and my friends were so wrapped up in so much and his friends were playing darts and pool, that we weren't missed at all. The band come on about 9:30 and they plated a little of everything and when a slow song came on, I boldly as he to dance with me. I put my arms around his neck which his head was completely shaved and looked like heaven. I gazed into his eyes and he smiled at me and I could actually see his eyes light up. After the dance I decided to kiss him and he liked it. We were talking more and my friends decided they wanted to move on and I wasn't about to go anywhere and the same was with his friends. He had his car and he asked me to stay behind and I did as I knew he was the one I wanted.

We stayed and drank and danced some more and the kisses were becoming more passionate and happening more frequently. He asked if he could take me home since I didn't have a ride and he didn't want me to get stuck with some of the low life scum that came with the later hours and I told him I was in his hands and he smiled.

We ended the night with a slow dance and a large passionate kiss when it was over. We walked to his truck and he opened my door for me and kissed me than closed me in. I reached over to open his door and one of my tits escaped my sweater and he put his full lips around it and sucked on it then nibbled on my nipple. He got in the car and grabbed it and then took the other out to squeeze it and it felt so good and so right. He drove us to the nearest hotel where he stopped the car and said that's where he wanted us to be but if I wasn't ready for it he wouldn't force me. I told him I wanted it and I wanted it bad. We went outside and rented us a room for a few hours. 

We got inside out room and it had a fireplace and a huge king sized bed along with a whirlpool and shower. We got inside and started kissing and touching and I was in my glory and I wanted to be in bed with him so bad. He removed my sweater and told me that I had the nicest titties he has ever seen and grabbed one and sucked the other. I could see looking at his crotch that his cock was trying to escape and I put my hand there and the decided to help myself. I opened up his belt and opened up his pants and unzipped the zipper and reached into his shorts for his throbbing cock. It was huge and thick and juicy. I licked it a little and it starting twitching and jumping at me and I slowly removed my shorts and I wasn't wearing any underwear - no bra, not panties and a freshly shaved white pussy that was so wet. He removed his pants and shorts and took of his shirt and I took one look at his cock and I was in heaven.

We spent ours sucking and fucking and pleasuring each other and then he came down my throat and all over my tits and I rubbed in all his cum. We laid in each others arms and fell asleep and woke up and took a shower and we were driving home to my place. He wanted to see me again and insisted it wasn't a one night stand. We exchanged numbers and I was excited. He kissed me deeply again and told me that he had a great night thanks to me and I said the same to him.

I went to bed that night and thought about noting but him. My best friend woke me up around noon and I told her about what happened and asked me if I was happy and I told her that I had fallen in love with him already and she told me that I couldn't have because I didn't know him. I told her how much we share about each others lives and what's going on. I told her I might see him later on and he was going to call me.

He did call after 4 and we were going to meet that night around 9 he would pick me up and I didn't tell my parents he was black I told them I had a date. They were shocked to see that he was black and had a look of disgust as we kissed each other hello.

We went to get a bite to eat and then to a jazz club and talked and laughed and had a great time. We end up again in the hotel making love and it was even more intense that the night before. He took me home and I told him that I was in love with him and he told me the same. I gave him my address at school and he said he would come and see me every weekend.

I spoke to him before I was driving back to school and he said he would call me everyday and I could do the same. It was lonely without him but when he came for the weekend he stayed in my room as my roommate was always running home every week.

I graduated 14th in my class and I was so happy he was there with my parents and my brother for my graduation. I was going to be doing an internship in NY and he would visit me there.

Three years ago, we were married and we had our first child 6 months ago - it is a little boy that looked just like him including the dimple in his chin. I've never been happier and I now have a black man to love for ever and ever.



All I Ever Wanted



I was playing outside, pestering the frogs and newts in the little pond at the end of the garden, when I heard Gran calling me. As it usually meant I was in trouble, or she wanted me to do something, I burrowed further down into the long grass; frogs and newts are more interesting to 8-year old boys than chores, or a telling off; besides, I had almost captured a beaut of a frog to show off in school the next day.

"Harry! Haaarrryyy! She shouted from the doorway, "I can see you, come here, now, your fathers' on the 'phone! Hurry up!"

Dad. That was a different thing, a call all the way from Hong Kong! I jumped up, running back to her, to grab the handset from her and blurt out "Dad! Are you coming home soon?!" His voice was clear but far away, not as loud as I hoped, but I could still hear him clearly. 

"Harry-Boy, I'll be home in a few months, late summer, once the handover goes ahead; in the meantime I've got to make sure my replacement is up to speed, and that all we've removed all the government paperwork. So, I'll see you in July, son!" 

I was over the moon, Dad was coming home! To be honest, I hardly knew him, but his infrequent visits to England always meant a great time for me; we'd go anywhere I wanted, he'd spend hours with me poring over my Airfix plane kits, helping me glue, paint and string them up, and try to play Super Mario against me on my old Nintendo. I lived with my grand-parents in deepest Staffordshire; Dad lived and worked in Hong Kong. My mother had died when I was born, so Gran was my mum as far as I was concerned.

I gave the 'phone back to Gran, grinning madly, and went running to tell Grandpa, Dad was coming home!

For the next few weeks, I was wound tight, counting down the days to his arrival. Grandpa told me that Dad would be leaving within a few days of the handover, whatever that was, and so we watched the ceremony on July 1st, 1997, trying to spot dad among all the officials. When it was done, Grandpa sighed, causing me to look quizzically at him.

"That's it, Harry, it's all over now, no more Hong Kong the way I remember it..." he sighed.

I asked him what he meant, and he told me some of his war stories, about the battle of Hong Kong, and something called 'Black Christmas', and his life as a prisoner, in a camp in Burma; old news.

Grandpa was concerned about how dad would fit in here; he was born and bred in Hong Kong, schooled in England, but had worked in the Hong Kong Police all his life. He spoke Cantonese, Mandarin and Hokkien fluently, and was completely at home in the company of his Chinese and Gurkha police officers; more so than when he was back in England. 

Two weeks later we were waiting at Heathrow for dad to arrive. Just when I thought he'd never arrive there he was, grinning from ear to ear, shaking hands with Grandpa, hugging Gran, and lifting me up to bear-hug me and ruffle my hair.

On the drive back, Dad told us about the handover ceremony, about meeting Prince Charles, how bad he'd felt watching the 'Britannia' sail away from Victoria, flags dipped, taking away the last Governor, Chris Patten, his boss, and how sad he felt, now that his home was gone forever, at least the way he knew it. Now some Chinese government political appointee had his job, his Chinese officers, all friends, had done a bunk to Singapore or Taiwan, getting out from under the PRC before it was too late, all his Gurkha police troopers had gone to Singapore, Oman or Brunei, and it was all over. He sounded sad, and I remembered what Grandpa had said about him.

Life at home soon settled down. Dad got a job with the Ministry of Defence in Lichfield, and we all lived together in the big house in Bilbrook, near Wolverhampton. 

As time wore on, though, Dad became quieter, more reserved, his willingness to play with me, or sit with me diminishing, and, as I got older, I grew away from him, as we gradually discovered we really had nothing much in common, nothing to talk about, and no interest anymore in talking to each other. Gran saw this, but there was nothing she could do; it was obvious what was wrong, but there was no way to fix it.

By the time I was twelve, Dad and I had effectively stopped communicating. We weren't hostile or anything, it was just that the meagre store of things we had in common was depleted, so we just nodded to each other in passing, were polite and courteous at meals and so on, but in reality we were done with each other, now just two strangers sharing a name.

I had been sent to a boy's boarding school, and, because it was in Shropshire, just 30 miles away, I would come home at weekends to spend time with the grand-parents and hang around with some of my old friends. Then, one of these weekends, known as 'Coach Weekends', I felt an atmosphere as soon as I walked in. There was definitely something up; Gran was tight-lipped and angry-looking, Grandpa looked confused and upset, and Dad was even more uncommunicative than usual, his face set and distracted. After a day and a night of this, I'd had enough, so I braced Dad about it, asking why everybody was walking around angry, with the house virtually silent.

"Tell him!" snapped Gran, "You had no problem telling us! What's the matter, afraid of what a twelve-year old will think?" 

OK, this didn't sound good, and it didn't sound like Gran -- she was really steaming mad.

"Harry," began Dad, "You don't remember your mother, but I do, and I loved her very much. When she died, I was devastated, I loved her so much. When I went back to Hong Kong, I met someone, someone I liked very much, someone who helped me when I needed to have somebody. Can you understand?"

I thought I did; he had a girlfriend out in Hong Kong, so what, big deal, yadayadayada. Gran was still looking mad, and cleared her throat meaningfully when dad looked like he'd dried-up.

"There's more, Harry," he went on. "The ...person, the lady I met, we sort of...fell in love, and we were living together. For seven years."

Seven years? Why had he never said anything before? Not that I really cared; Dad was now so distant from me that this was starting to sound like none of my business. He looked me square in the face. 

"Harry, we, this lady and I, we had a child, a daughter, your half-sister."

I was stunned; I hadn't seen that one coming, and my astonishment must have shown, because Dad hurried on.

"Her name is Sai Fong, she's ten years old, and she and her mother live in Guangzhou. I'm telling you this because her mother is very ill, she's dying and I want Sai Fong to come and live with me, with us. Her mother's from the provinces, so she has no relatives in Hong Kong, and she'll be alone, I can't allow that; she's my daughter, I won't abandon her like that."

Gran snorted and stalked out of the room, Grandpa trailing after her, casting apologetic looks at Dad and I.

My head was reeling; I had a sister? A half-Chinese sister? Was this why Gran was spitting sparks? Dad was looking closely at me, waiting for me to say something, but I was still trying to digest this. 

Eventually I asked him "Does she want to come and live with you? You haven't seen her for four years; does she remember you at all? Does she know about me, us, everything?"

"Yes to all of those, Harry," said Dad, "I call her every evening, to wish her a good day at school, and to tell her I love her, because I do, just like I love you; you're both my children, and I want you both near me. And she wants to meet her big brother. She needs us, her family, you and me."

A sister! I had no hang-ups about the fact she was mixed-race, half the boys in my school were Chinese, Korean or Japanese, their fathers managing the huge electronics factories in and around Telford, so I was unworried by the race thing; it was the sister-thing that threw me. A sister, a younger sister!

"Dad," I said, "How long does her mother...." I trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

"A few weeks, maybe a couple of months," he replied sadly. 

"Sai Fong is going to need me, and I need you to be OK with this, I've been trying to work out a way to break it to you, you managed to do that quite well by yourself!" 

He smiled, thinly, but it was a smile, the first genuine smile I'd seen from him in a long, long time.

"I was a more than a little shocked, when you told me, but I guess I'm OK with it; it might even be fun to have a kid sister to boss around!" I grinned, over the surprise, and more than slightly curious as to why Gran was so mad. 

I asked him, and his expression became set again. 

"Your grandmother thinks I've brought shame on the family, having a mixed-race child, and out of wedlock..." 

This made no sense to me; many of the people I knew in and around Wolverhampton and Telford were of mixed parentage, and my Gran's attitude was...just weird, and a little frightening in its intensity. In all the stunts I had pulled as a little boy, all the things I'd broken, or lost, or damaged, I'd never seen her lose it like this, so hostile and unforgiving.

"She comes from a different generation, Harry, it's how she was brought up. Don't judge her by today's standards; that's just how it was in her time, that's what she learned, and that's how she'll stay. She's already made it clear that Sai Fong is not welcome here; that being so, I'm in the middle of buying a place near Cosford, and the three of us will live there, if you have no objections."

I had no objections; in the grand scheme of things, where Dad lived was of no great importance to me; I lived in a boarding school, only ever coming home on select weekends, so where I came back to for the weekend only was immaterial. Dad was the one with the problem; how was he going to deal with a ten-year old girl and work, so I asked him. 

"We'll be having an au-pair living with us," he replied, "a student from Scandinavia, she'll handle the daily routine for Sai Fong, making sure her clothes are OK, she's fed and taken to school, that kind of thing, because I'll be at work most of the time and you won't be there, so Sai Fong's going to need someone to look after her; she's only 10, after all. The au-pair's required to have the weekends free for study, so I'll manage that, with help from you, if you're OK with it. It's not like Sai Fong's a baby or anything like that, so weekends together shouldn't be too much of a crisis! How does this fit in with your weekend plans, Harry?" 

As my weekends usually consisted of me lurking in my room and sleeping late, it wasn't too much of a burden, it could even be fun to have someone around other than Dad to talk to.

And so it was settled. Suddenly, in the space of a day, I had a sister and a new home; I told Dad I wasn't sure about coming home the following weekend, though, I'd had enough surprises today, God only knew what'd get sprung on me then! He laughed out loud, the first happy sound I'd heard from him in years.

Dad and I collected Sai Fong from Birmingham International, the escort from the airline checking our identity documents carefully against the photographs and documents Sai Fong had before releasing her into Dad's custody; she hadn't seen him since she was six, so she was a little scared, nervous. She and Dad cried a little, and she hugged me tentatively, probably feeling as weird about me as I was about her.

She was tiny, much shorter than I thought a ten-year old would be, but very cute, a little pixie of a girl, European features mixed nicely with her Chinese heritage, long wavy hair a deep chestnut like mine, soft and fine, not thick and straight like so many of the Chinese boys at school. She had grey-hazel eyes like me, with very fair, pink-tinged skin, and she looked like one of those porcelain dolls you buy in the heritage gift shops, or one of those little oriental super-hero girls on the Saturday morning cartoons. 

I had asked Dad what was her proper ethnicity, as she obviously wasn't pure Chinese, nor was she English, and Dad told me that, if people asked, and if I felt like telling them, the proper designation for Sai Fong was 'Eurasian', not that it was anybody's business but her own. 

I decided that, if I was going to be a proper big brother, I would have to watch out for her, and if anyone was rude enough to ask her a question like that, I would make sure to ask them why exactly they wanted to know.

The drive from the airport to Cosford wasn't too bad, the M6 motorway behaving for a change, the M54 almost deserted, as usual, and we arrived home in about an hour. Our au-pair, Hanna, a friendly Danish teenager, quickly took charge of Sai Fong, getting her fed after her long flight, and into her pyjamas, being as big-sisterly as possible; they were going to be spending a lot of time together, after all. 

Sai Fong sat with us for a while before bed, and we tried to talk. She was almost painfully shy and only answered in whispers, but I was surprised at her English -- she spoke fluently, with no hesitation, but with an accent, of course. When Dad spoke to her in Cantonese she was a lot more forthcoming, and they chatted away, with Dad telling me what she was saying. He made me blush like a beetroot when he told me she had told him she was proud she had such a handsome older brother! 

She told Dad about her mother's funeral, and he had cried a little, Sai Fong sitting on his lap hugging him tightly around the neck, and even I had felt a little teary. Dad soon recovered, and took Sai Fong up to her room, to tuck her in and read to her until she fell asleep.

Gradually, as the weeks passed, Sai Fong lost her shyness around me, eventually actually looking me in the eyes when talking to me. I saw the changes in a series of snapshots, one weekend at a time, until at last she was completely at ease with me. Some evenings, she would sit upright on me, cross-legged on my lap, tracing my features with her fingers and comparing them with her own, pulling my nose and tugging at the corners of my eyes to make them look like hers, and giggling while she did it. 

One time, trying to be more in-tune with her heritage, joking with her, I hugged her and told her I was her 'Gwai Lo' brother, a term I'd gotten from one of the boys at school; she gasped, saying it was a bad name, that it meant 'Ghost' or 'Demon' Person, that it was an insult, and that I must not say it again.

Other times, she would sit next to me and ask me to read her one of her stories, usually some kiddie story about goblins, or witches and wizards, magic, that sort of stuff, but I eventually managed to get her to listen to, and read, the Pooh stories, and my all-time favourite, 'The Wind in the Willows'; every weekend she would request that I read her a chapter a night, and when we finished it, we went on to some of the other children's classics I had loved so well as a little boy -- The Hobbit, The Little Grey Men, The Narnia books, Carbonel. Dad was happy that we were bonding, and I was pleased that she took so much care of my old books, always waiting for me to come home so we could only read them together. 

When I came in on Friday evenings, she would scream and run to me, her little body cannoning into me, knocking the wind out of me, shouting "Harry, Harry, HARRY! Read to me!" So I would tell her 'after supper, princess', talk with her during supper, and wait for her to shower and get dressed for bed. Then I would sit on the bed next to her, and she would tell me about school, her friends, the latest 'knock-knock' jokes, and ask me to read to her while she leaned against me, her finger following the text as I read out loud, until she fell asleep; then I'd tuck her in, kiss her on the forehead and murmur "Goodnight princess, love you." and go spend some time with Dad. 

This became our evening ritual. I think it would be true to say that Sai Fong enabled dad and I to re-connect, as I fell into the role of Big Brother. I adored her, I enjoyed playing with her, reading to her, answering her questions about my school, my friends, and generally discovering that having a sister, this sister, was just the most wonderful thing; she was my little sister, I loved her, and I would move heaven and earth for her if she asked me. 

She did have her moments, though, and here would be times when, having missed a home visit because of rugby house-match weekends or rugby training, or exam-prep, I'd find myself on the receiving end of a machine-gun stream of angry-sounding Cantonese the following weekend, followed by the slam of her bedroom door, and the sound of Dad laughing somewhere in the distance. 

I tried to learn Cantonese, so I could talk to her in her own language, but I'm a natural dunce when it comes to languages, and the tutor Dad hired to teach me eventually told me in exasperation that she could not teach me, that I was actually unteachable, and that she would rather teach a cat to swim....

I went to university when I was eighteen, and spent the next two years learning about materials technology. I would come home the odd weekend, and, as I matured, I discovered I could talk to Dad, and so we spent a lot of our evenings together chatting about my life, his life, all subjects; besides, Sai was great company; she has a delightful, penetrating wit, an awesome command of the English language, and a lovely, melodic voice with a refined 'Received-Pronunciation' English accent that I, and my friends, find absolutely enthralling; when she's in full-flow, her accent could cut glass at twenty paces. 

I wanted to be an airframe designer, so I needed a good degree, and the university, the Imperial College, was sufficiently far from home that I had to remain away for extended periods, concentrating on my studies. All was going well, until one day I got a call from Dad. 

"Harry, Sai Fong did a bunk, we had an argument this morning about her going to university, and she took off from school after lunch, have you heard from her?" 

Jeez, four hours ago! I told dad I hadn't, I would try and ring her, she'd pick-up if she saw it was me, and rang off. I called her mobile, and she picked up immediately.

"Harry! I was wondering when the other half of the double-act would show up!"

"Quit that," I said, relief tempering the worry, "Dad's worried sick, he only just found out you did a runner. Where the hell are you?"

"Look out the window, you silly arse!" she giggled, and I rushed over, sure enough, there she was, sitting on the bonnet of her battered Golf.

"Come on up, princess, tell me what happened," I said, pressing the door release. "Door's open, get up here and call Dad, just let him know you're OK!"

Sai sat down, crossing her legs, me unable to look away as her very short skirt slid even further up her smooth pink thigh, then tearing my eyes away to look at the cheeky grin she had pasted on her face. 

"Had a good stare? Eeeooow, I'm your sister, you pervo!" she grinned. 

I grinned back unabashed, knowing full well this was just Sai being Sai; she was a beautiful girl, and I guess it was flattering, in a weird and disturbing kind of way, to be the object of such mild flirtatious attention, but it had to be said, I'd been getting the feeling for quite a while now that she was just practicing on me, building up to something, but what, I couldn't guess; all I knew was that it made me feel I should perhaps be extra careful around her.

"So, talk to me. What possessed you to just disappear from Newport and end up in West London, posing outside my front door?" I asked her, knowing as I did what Dad had said, but waiting to hear what her side was.

"I told Dad I wanted to be a graphic artist, and he hit the roof, started going on about how we'd agreed I was going to study nursing at Staffordshire University, when what HE agreed was that I study nursing; I really don't want to spend the rest of my working life staring at bed-sores and bare backsides, and I told him, if I wanted a life surrounded by low-pay, piss and puke, I'd become a pub cleaner, cue massive argument."




All I Ever Wanted



She stared defiantly at me, her pretty face set and determined.

"I'm 18, and an adult, so I left, The End. Dad can be so intolerant sometimes; I wonder where he gets it from! And then he gets you, his number one stooge, to get hold of me; what were you supposed to do; corral me and send me home suitably chastened? As it happens, I've already been accepted at the Slade School, just around the corner at UCL, so you can expect me to be poncing lunch-money off you on a regular basis!"

Now I was intrigued.

"So, what gave Dad the idea that you should take up nursing, actually caring for the sick, for real, live, sick, human-type people? Did he not take into account the notorious 'exploding goldfish' incident?" I grinned, Sai's expression becoming innocent and angelic. 

"That was entirely not my fault, it was a very hot day, I wasn't looking, and it just...happened. Ancient history, but supports my argument. I did consider telling him I was seriously considering a career in pole dancing, the money is bloody amazing, but that vein in his forehead was throbbing, so I walked out before he stroked-out!"

I had to laugh. Sai had become a very forceful young woman, and I knew that Dad was beaten, he just didn't know it. I leaned in, asking the question uppermost in my mind.

"If Dad balks and cuts you loose, not that he ever would, but just supposing, how are you going to pay tuition, house, and feed yourself, princess, eh? Student loans only go so far, you know." 

Sai waved her hand airily, dismissively.

"Details, Harry, mere details. Besides, there's always the pole-dancing option if money gets tight; you just have to see the big picture. Now, have you got any grub, I'm famished?"

I laughed again, then called Dad to let him know Sai was safe with me, she'd be spending the weekend, and I promised I'd come home with her on Monday, as I had a free week. Sai Fong's eyes lit up at that, and she immediately demanded what there was to do around here. 

"Not a lot, sister dearest, I'm a starving student, remember? I can't afford a night out, I can barely afford a night in."

Sai wandered around the sitting room, touching and examining, and picked up an invitation card on the dresser. 

"What's this party for, and are you going?" she asked.

"It's a faculty mixer, and I have to go, I'm a teaching assistant, it's how I make enough money to live in poverty. You want to come?" 

Sai nodded, eyes lighting up, and I immediately regretted it -- she had a calculating expression on her face, and I had a sinking feeling this could all end badly. But, I had invited her, so she was coming.

I dressed in the sitting room; Sai had commandeered the only bedroom, together with what looked like half her clothes from home, and refused to come out until she was completely ready. The wait was definitely worth it. She was dressed in a very short, skin-tight black velvet strapless cocktail dress, with 5 inch heels, her hair down over one eye, lips a vivid crimson, matching her perfect glossy nails. She looked stunning, and I had to remind myself that this was my sister; she looked like a model.

"So, Harry, will I do?" she asked, grinning, and I could only grin back. "Words fail me princess, words fail!"

We took my car, Sai's Golf was too ramshackle to trust in the London evening traffic, and arrived in good time. Going on in, most male eyes were glued to Sai, and we started to make the rounds, all my lecturers suddenly eager to talk to me ; can't think why.

I tried to introduce her to my physics professor, and began. "Professor Dickson, this is..." Sai interjected "Sai Fong, Harry's girlfriend, what a wonderful campus you have here; I'll be attending Slade later in the year, so I thought I'd spend a little time with my Harry first, spruce him up a little!" The professor laughed, and chatted for a while, then went off to mingle, leaving me to stare at her. 

"What happened there, princess?" 

She was happy to explain.

"I don't want people thinking my brother is such a saddo nerd he has to take his sister to parties or go alone. Honestly, Harry darling, you are so dense sometimes, now try and look loved-up!" 

This said while adjusting my lapels and tie, flicking my shoulders off, then pulling my head down to peck me on the cheek and pat me on the chest, drawing approving looks from some of the faculty wives.

After circulating around and talking with everyone, and eating some canapés, I decided I'd done enough to safeguard my continued employment, and piloted Sai into the car park.

"So princess, now you know, welcome to my life!" I grinned, manoeuvring into the late evening traffic.

We got back to my flat, and raided the fridge for a late supper, canapé's being no substitute for real food, before working out the sleeping arrangements. I gave the bed to Sai, intending to sleep on the couch, which immediately started an argument based on Sai's contention that it was my flat, so she should take the couch. I finally gave in, and went to brush my teeth, and came back to find Sai Fong tucked up in my bed, grinning at me. 

"I thought we'd agreed....?" I trailed off, and she looked at me incredulously. 

"You'd actually make me sleep on a couch? What kind of big brother are you, I can't believe...!"

She began laughing and said "Oh, Harry, I would never have let you sleep out on that old couch! We'll share, you can read me to sleep, just like before, it'll be fine. One thing though; if you feel like expressing yourself through any nightly noises, forget it; hold them in, and I mean it!"

With some misgivings, I climbed up on the bed, sitting on the covers, and Sai settled against me, as she did when she was small, and I began to read to her from Ivanhoe, one of my favourite books. 

After a while, her finger had stopped following the printed line as I read, and I looked at her, fast asleep. Now I had a problem. Her arm was through mine, and she was lying on both. If I moved it, I'd wake her, so I sighed, turned off the light, and tried to sleep sitting up and leaning against the headboard. I kissed the top of her head and said "Goodnight princess, love you." and heard her mumble back "love you too..." before becoming still again 

I awoke with a start. I was lying down, on my side with Sai lying facing me, her hand inside the back of my shorts, resting on my bare buttock. Worse, my hand was around her panty-clad buttock, holding tight, her face so close her lips were almost touching mine. Oh. Shit. 

I tried to stealthily move my offending hand, only for her to mutter "leave it there" and the hand on my own backside flexed, the nails digging in slightly as she gripped me again. Wondering what the hell was going on, and trying to ignore the feel of my cock twisting around in my shorts as it tried to come to full mast, I lay absolutely motionless, waiting for her to drop off again, so I could retreat. 

Sai took that decision away from me. Using the leverage of her hand on my backside, she pulled herself tight up against me, her tummy up against mine, the bulge of my cock now very obviously pressing into her. Her hand let go of my buttock, sliding up my back to the back of my head to pull me in close. Suddenly her lips were on mine, her tongue sliding between my lips as my mouth opened in shock; my little sister was kissing me, and seriously, too, no brushing of lips here, this was full-contact! 

I moved my hand away from her lovely, shapely rump, for her to hiss into my mouth, "I said, leave it there!" 

As this was obviously what she wanted, I complied, without too much of an internal struggle, I have to admit, because it was, after all, a very nice buttock to have a hold of.

Sai slid her hand down my back again, never breaking lip-lock, to rub and clench my buttock, and then around between us to squeeze the front of my shorts, her hand grabbing my now fully-erect penis and squeezing it through the material of my shorts. In the meantime, I had decided that if she was going to do this, I was going to enjoy myself as well, so I slid my free hand down inside her panties to cup and lightly squeeze the smooth round buttock, and slide into the cleft between her bum cheeks. 

Sai giggled into my mouth at that. 

"Woken up at last, have we?" as she delved around further, manipulating my cock, and sliding her hand into the waistband of my jockeys. Her warm fingers encircled my cock, to gently but firmly pump and squeeze, before moving her hand down further to gently squeeze and fondle my balls, drawn up tight against my aching cock. I made no further comment, nor even a token protest; whatever had been building all these years, it had finally happened, and all I wanted to do now was go with it.

"Fuck, I want to see this!" she whispered, pulling her hand out of my shorts and pushing me over onto my back, grabbing the sides of my shorts and sliding them down until my cock sprang out, bobbing upright in the open. I snapped on the reading light, and her eyes opened wide. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" she breathed, reaching out to take hold with both hands, sliding one hand up and down and squeezing at the same time, her eyes bright in the small pool of light from the low wattage bulb, light enough for what she wanted. Shuffling forward on her knees, she bent over my cock, kissing and licking the shaft, rubbing her thumb lightly over the tip as she did so. 

She kissed her way up my shaft, until her lips slipped over the end of my penis, and then began sucking and licking as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking delightfully, keeping the pressure on me as she squeezed and jerked my shaft. I hadn't had sex in quite a while, and her activities were having an immediate effect on me.

"Uh, Princess, I'm going to come, you might want to ...!" I said, trying to give her fair warning. 

Instead, she sucked harder, sliding her tongue over the tip of my penis, lightly rubbing the slit in the end as she smiled at me, her lovely almond eyes wide open as I felt my cock pulse and then shoot burst after burst of spunk into her mouth. She kept her lips clamped tight around the end of my twitching member, sucking and swallowing, licking at it until I stopped spasming. Finally, she lifted her head, swallowed one last time, and smiled brightly at me. 

"Happy now? Good, you're up, Sparky!" 

With that, she pulled her sleeping top off, and wriggled out of her panties, pulling me down to kiss her open mouth, and fondle her invitingly firm peach breasts. I slid down so I could nibble and suck on her nipples, swirling my tongue around to flick them, drawing a little "oh...oh!" each time I did it. 

I trailed my hand down her midsection, twirling a finger in her navel for a second before sliding it down further, until I was running my fingers through her soft and downy trimmed pubic hair, a lyrical vee pointing to her secret place. My questing fingers travelled down until I slid them back and forth across her labia, lubrication already moistening the lips as her arousal heightened. I slipped one finger between her lips, making her gasp and squirm, and then two, as I felt the little bead of her clitoris begin to harden and dampen. 

I continued to suck at her nipples for a little longer, simultaneously frigging her, and then started kissing down her abdomen, following the same route as my fingers, licking and kissing her navel, before licking down to her pussy, running my tongue through her pubic hair, enjoying the feel of the soft hairs slipping on my tongue as I slid it down and down. At last, I was able to slide my tongue over her labia, making her quiver and moan. 

I wanted to find a better angle, so I slid over her legs, to lie between them, grabbing hold of her lovely buttocks to lift her pelvis up, her pussy now easily accessible. 

I began licking again, long lapping strokes, from her anus to her clitoris, making her drum her heels on the bed and grab my hair, pushing my face down into her wetness, and I began lapping at her clitoris, making it stiffen and thrum, making her gasp and squirm, until she could hold it no more, groaning out loud as she orgasmed, her pussy convulsing, her juices flooding over my mouth and chin as she came, tasting sweet and salty and tangy all at once.

"My arse, Harry, shove your tongue in my arse, hard!" she hissed, and I was happy to follow instructions, making her orgasm all over again, legs flexing and heels digging into the bed, until she began to come down, gradually relaxing as her orgasm died away.

I moved up next to her, she pulling me in for a long slow kiss, stroking my now fully recovered penis. 

"Ready for the main course, are we?" she grinned at me, and for answer I slipped over her and positioned myself, her hand guiding me. 

Just before I took the plunge, so to speak, a thought occurred. 

"Sai, are you...?" 

"Don't worry Harry, I'm on the pill; Dad has issues!" she giggled. "If you want to come in me, it's OK, just go slow, please, I'm still, uh...'in virgo intacta', you understand, so please, carefully, yes?"

I grinned back at her. 

"I'm always careful around you, Princess!" 

With that, I edged forward, pushing in slowly, giving her time to adjust to the feeling, meeting a little resistance, and then none, thinking 'wow, I just popped a cherry'! 

Sai was gasping as I went in, urging me on when I stopped because she was gasping. My cock is not a monster dick, about average, I would say, but she was still very tight; the last thing I wanted to do was hurt this lovely creature, but at last I was all the way in, with Sai taking a deep breath before we began in earnest. 

"Are you sure about this now, princess?" I asked, and she grinned at me, nodding for me to carry on. As I withdrew, she began gasping and moaning, causing me to stop again.

"Don't stop, Oh God, feels so good, keep going, Harry!" she moaned, and so I kept on, withdrawing nearly all the way, then sliding back in again, in and out, in and out, Sai no longer gasping, now pushing back against me and moaning. She began lifting her hips to thrust against me as I pumped into her, her arms tight around me, fingernails digging into my back as I humped her for all I was worth. 

Her pelvis pistoned back into me as I rammed into her, until, with a loud groaning sigh, her orgasm rippled through her. Her body arched up to me, a breathless moment of complete stillness, warm fluid bathing my cock and scrotum as she juiced-out, and then, with the contractions in her tight pussy sucking and squeezing my cock, I came like molten metal, unable to resist the avalanche of sensation, pumping thick jets of spunk into this beautiful porcelain doll, my Eurasian little sister.

"Shit, Harry, I never came like that before," she smiled, sounding winded, "it must be the company!" 

I was also thinking how incredible it had been as well, the best sex I had ever had, in an admittedly sparse sex life to date. As I slumped down beside her, she turned to me, putting her arm possessively across my chest. 

"I knew if I waited long enough, I'd get you!" she grinned. "Now you're mine, Harry Waterfield, take note!"

I must admit, I was taken with the idea of exploring her a little, and then the fact of what I had just done struck me. I had just fucked my sister; I had just had oral sex with my sister. OH GOD! In the immortal words of Hugh Grant, 'Fuck, Fuck, Fuckity-Fuck Fuck'!

Sai looked at me. "What?" was her comment, seeing the expression on my face.

"Nothing, Sis, I was just counting my lifespan in seconds when Dad finds out. Please tell Gran my last words were of her, and you can have my stamp collection."

I looked at Sai, watching her face for any sign that she was feeling the same way I did, and turned on my side, to look her in the eyes.

"Sai Fong, we just did a wrong thing, a very big wrong thing. I know I'm just as much to blame as you are, more so, I'm your older brother, I should know better, but I have to know; what possessed you to start all this?"

Sai Fong looked at me levelly, no trace of guilt or remorse in her eyes, and grinned her cheeky grin. 

"Harry, the first time I saw you at the airport, all those years ago, I was thrilled you were my new big brother, you were so handsome, and you held my hand all the way home, and you always made me feel good, you were always so kind and sweet to me, and you never made me sad. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I've loved you all my life, and now I'm an adult, I could make that decision to make love to you; it was my decision to make, and I have no regrets. Neither should you."

I started again. 

"Sai, we shouldn't have done this, no matter how much you wanted, or how much we both wanted to, we're family, brother and sister, it's...just wrong..."

Sai took my face in her hands.

"Harry, you were born in 1989?" I nodded. She continued. "Then why do you sound like you're living in the fucking fifties? Get over it, it happened, it was really good, actually it was fucking amazing, and it's going to happen again, I promise you, many times! And while we're at it, no pun intended, maybe we can fix the little problem you seem to have right now with your head, you know, the one where you've got it stuck up your arse. Times have changed, Harry, live in them!" 

I couldn't help but be impressed by the utter conviction in her voice, and, to be honest the thought of it happening again was very exciting. 

I gathered her into me, kissing her properly, not that frantic face-sucking we were doing earlier. 

"You win, sis," I said, "we are going to do this again. I want to, just as much as you do. I've been like a nervous cat around you for so long because of all this, wanting you, wondering what all those looks and secret little smiles were all about, and scared of where it could lead. So, now we're here, one iron-clad rule; Dad never finds out, not a hint, OK? This would kill him, but not before he kills me, and I mean that most sincerely."

Sai grinned at me, momentary annoyance making me forget I was naked in bed with her, launching instead in 'Big Brother Laying Down The Law' mode.

"I mean it Sai, so no arch little hints around him, no lingering looks and jealous hissy-fits, no games, no loaded conversations, no late-night confessions to friends, nothing; this is ours, and we keep it to ourselves, got it? And, most especially, Gran must never find out, you know what a cow she is when it comes to you, so avoid her at all costs. Normal and appropriate behaviour around each other at all times at home, got it?"

Sai was starting to look serious, so I decided to lay it on a little thicker, just to impress on her that I wasn't kidding, that I was being deadly serious.

"And one more thing, princess; I need proof you are actually protected or I'm getting you a morning after pill right now; we can't afford any mishaps, no hysterical confessions about how you loved me and wanted my baby, or you messed-up your pills, or whatever, because Dad is never going to buy any 'behold, a virgin shall conceive' story, no matter how plausible you think it sounds; he's middle-aged, not mentally deficient. We have to cover all bases. This really is the real world, you're in now; times have changed, as you said, and we have to live with the consequences. Sai Fong, this is a real thing happening, not a game anymore, and people could get hurt, so eyes wide-open, OK?" 

She nodded, wide-eyed, my manner, more than anything else, finally impressing on her how serious I was about her, and how important it was that nobody ever found out what we were doing. 

Without a word, she reached over to the night stand, opened her handbag and pulled out her pill case, showing me the up to date dosage. 

"Harry," she said, "I've always maintained my dosage; I never knew when I might catch you in a weak moment, and there was no way I was going to be knocked-up just yet, I wanted to go to university, so I'm very careful. Stop worrying." 




All I Ever Wanted



She put her pills away and pulled my head down to her, and kissed me once. 

"No-one gets hurt, I swear. Sealed with a kiss, Harry, OK?"

I kissed her back, because she was so adorable, and so kissable, and so very naked. I'd said my piece, and I knew Sai was being honest with me, had taken note of what I'd said.

I rolled over onto my back, and Sai rolled onto me, to end up lying on my chest, lips glued to mine, her knees on the bed on either side of my midriff, her cute bum within easy reach, so of course I reached, grabbing her firm, sexy bum-cheeks and squeezing and moulding them while we kissed. 

My cock was lying along my stomach, sandwiched between us, and it began to twitch and harden as Sai continued to kiss me while I fondled her arse. Something that was nagging at me finally slotted into place, no pun intended, and I broke off our kiss to look at her. 

"You said earlier that you'd never come like that before. I thought you were a virgin?" 

Sai looked at me with one raised eyebrow. 

"Harry, girls wank as well, you know, not just boys. God, Harry, you are so innocent, you're absolutely adorable! it's normal, OK?" She smiled. "I used to grab one of your shirts out of your laundry, before it got washed, and lie there smelling your smell while I hammered my fanny!" 

I felt my face reddening; this was way more information than I needed, but Sai was obviously enjoying every second of it. 

She went on relentlessly. 

"After I had come, I used to wipe off with your shirt, and sneak it back into the hamper, and fantasise that, even though it got washed, a little bit of me remained in the cloth, and you'd be walking around smelling me, wondering what that delicious smell was!" 

I was speechless, and more than a little turned-on, and it didn't help that a beautiful naked girl was lying on me, wriggling around and kissing me.

"One more question, Princess. How did you learn to suck me off like that? Not that I'm complaining, of course, it was fucking amazing, but it seems a little odd, given that you never actually dated anybody?"

Sai looked levelly at me. 

"Harry, you left your PC in your room, so it's now my PC. There's an internet connection, and I've been watching and learning stuff you wouldn't believe, all of which I intend to try out on you. Tonight was a first for me, on both counts, so you got a double-cherry. I've got one cherry left; we'll discuss that another time, when you want it enough! Does that answer your question?"

My cock had hoisted up again, now, helped by the conversation and the situation, and Sai rubbing herself on me, sliding her pussy up and down on my erect shaft as it lay between us. I could feel the heat from her pussy as it began seeping lubricant again, and so I pulled her up to me by her buttocks, allowing my cock to rise into position, and asked her "Ready?" She smiled and nodded, and I slowly slid my cock into her again, watching the expression on her face, the look of concentration, but no pain this time, until I was completely inside her. 

Sai began pumping, with me lifting up to meet her thrusts, her pushing me back down. 

"No Harry, let me do this," she breathed, and pushed herself up to straddle me, rising and falling, rubbing her clitoris on my wiry pubic hair on her downstroke, her neck and chest gradually flushing as her arousal increased. 

I squeezed and rubbed her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers, my hips rising of themselves to meet her as my own climax approached. Sai pumped away above me, grinding herself against me as she rode me, until with a loud groan, she climaxed, and the ripples in her vagina clenched and sucked at me, starting my own orgasm, the two of us meeting as we came simultaneously. The sight of this beautiful, exotic girl, the feel of her body, the sensations in my cock, the rush of warmth from her pussy, all combined to wring the very last of my semen from my body, the overload nearly putting me out. 

I slumped back, utterly drained, as Sai Fong also lowered herself to my chest, lying there as my cock twitched inside her, hugging me, her hands sliding under my back to pull herself tight against me, and look up at me. 

"I love you, Harry Waterfield!" she smiled sleepily. 

"And I love you, Princess Sai Fong!" I said, rolling her over gently, to gather her in and switch off the light, exhausted but very, very happy, chuckling to myself.

"'In Virgo Intacta!' Now who's living in the fifties!"

I woke early, confused, someone huddled naked in bed with me, my morning chubby wedged between her bum-cheeks, a pleasurable sensation, and a mass of chocolate-brown hair on the pillow. She turned over, and smiled sleepily at me. "Morning, Harry," causing me to come fully awake, the night's events flooding back, hearing in the distance the sound of Dad loading his shotgun if he ever found out what we'd, I'd, done. 

But it was done; we'd made a pact to keep it buried, so now there was nothing except to go forward from here. And I was happy to go there, I realised; only a residual guilt remained, fading fast; mostly all I wanted was to keep holding, kissing and making love to Sai Fong, the way she clearly felt about me. Evidently my session with her had indeed finally pulled my head out of my arse...

I dipped down, and kissed her. "Morning Sai, what do you want for breakfast, princess?" I asked, knowing what she wanted, what she always wanted, much to Dad's everlasting disgust.

"A peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwich" we chorused together, my look of distaste making her laugh, her body rippling most appealingly.

Sai looked at me, a smile on her face. 

"But first, Harry, I want you to fuck me some more, convince me last night was real. Can you do that?"

I was already thinking the same thing, so I pulled her over to me, kissing her while I fondled that body I had been avoiding for years, afraid of what I might do. Now, there was no guilt, just anticipation, and the urge to hammer my cock into her, sister or not!

Sai pulled me into her, kissing me with all her might as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back just as strongly, enjoying the feel of her body as much as the kiss. We eventually broke for air, me diving down to lick and nibble her nipples, her face and neck flushing as she became aroused, her fingers twining in my hair as I nibbled and scraped the nipples with my teeth, sighing and jumping every time I flicked a nipple with my tongue. 

She pulled me up so I was face to face with her, and she kissed my face, my lips, and ran her fingers over my face, rubbing my cheeks, forehead, running a finger up and down my nose, my eyelids, across my temples. 

I smiled. "What are you doing, princess?"

Sai looked at me, smiling, but she had tears in her eyes. 

"I haven't been able to do this since I was a little girl. Do you know how long I've waited to do this again? Too long, Harry, far too long, so I want to enjoy it; in a couple of days it will just be another memory, so I want to lap it up now. It was so hard, to see you every week and not do this, to let nothing show; this is my moment now, so please, just let me have it." 

She was crying now, almost breaking my heart.

I lay there while she committed every feature of my face to tactile memory, busying myself squeezing and fondling her sexy little apple bum, loving the way the taut flesh gave and sprang back, the globes of her posterior fitting my hands nicely, as though moulded for that exact reason.

At last, she sighed, and hugged me close, and I kissed her, wiping her eyes with my thumbs as I kissed her eyelids. Sai looked up at me. 

"Harry, this is all just a fantasy, isn't it? You and me, I mean. How can we ever be together?" S

he was close to tears again, but the answer came in a sudden stroke of realisation; it had been staring me in the face the whole time.

"Sai Fong, you're going to the Slade in September, Dad or no, yes?" she nodded. "Then it's all sorted, for the next three years, anyway. You'll move in here with me. I finish my degree next year, then right after I'm going to be working in Buckinghamshire, for the people who build the helicopters for the RAF, in their Graduate Intern programme for at least two years. I'll be living here through that, which means we have the next three years together, guaranteed, by which time you'll have finished your degree. Dad will be overjoyed at not having to shell out for a flat for you, because the Slade doesn't have very many student residences, which would have been his major expense, so he's off the hook on that one. And what would be more natural than that a girl, alone in London, stays with her big brother. He'll be good with that, as it means he's got me keeping an eye on you, you get to live in London rent-free, and we get to stay together.

Sai stared up at me for a long moment, a slow smile breaking across her face, and then she grabbed me, kissing me hard and passionately. When I surfaced again, she laughed out loud. 

"Harry, you're brilliant! I knew it was a good idea keeping you simmering!"

I had found her kiss to be extremely stimulating, and bored in for some more, kissing her gently while my hands found and played with her nipples, cupping and squeezing her breasts, and trailing down to rub and tease at her slit. Sai pulled herself closer to me, rubbing her slit against my now erect cock, letting the tip just nuzzle against the hood off her clitoris, frotting herself against my cockhead. This was also extremely pleasant for me, and we kept that up for a while, letting our sexes rub and press and stimulate while we kissed and licked and sucked, delightful friction and slippery flesh combining into a marvellous sensory experience. 

She was beginning to sigh and moan, her movements more urgent, her kisses more demanding. I was also feeling the need to move on, I wanted more now, and she was there with me, whispering and teasing as she told me what she wanted to do to me, what she wanted me to do to her, heating me up, feeding her own arousal. Sai Fong started pushing me down, signalling what she wanted me to do, and I obliged; I wanted so much to please her, to make her sigh and groan and call out for me. 

I kissed down her flat belly, swirling my tongue through her silky pubic hair, once again savouring the soft and downy texture, the feel of the fine hairs on my tongue, before moving between her thighs and sliding my hands under her to lift her pelvis up to my face, enjoying the feel of her firm taut buttocks flexing as she dug her heels into the bed. 

I moved in close, inhaling her scent, rich and warm, tangy and fresh, overtones of musk and shower soap, enticing and sexy. I began lapping at her labia, running my tongue up the centre line of her lips, feeling them flower open under my tongue, feeling her clitoris hardening as I rubbed it with the tip of my tongue. Sai quivered and groaned every time I did so, pulling my head closer to do it again. 

I lapped at her whole crotch area, tickling her perineum with my tongue-tip, making her jump, and licking and stabbing at her rosebud, the little pink star quivering when I licked and then blew on it, making her jump and moan softly. I bored in with the tip of my tongue, pushing it into her anus as far as I could, rimming her and making her groan and sigh "So good....oh God, so good.....Oh!"

She was breathing faster now, as I removed my tongue from her anus and slipped it back into her wetness, pushing my tongue in as far as I could, and then rubbing it against her clitoris, being careful not to rub too hard. Her thighs were flexing and jumping now, and her groaning was increasing in pitch and frequency as she built to her climax. 

She came with shattering intensity, her thighs clamping around my head as her pelvis humped against my mouth, pushing herself even further on to me, her whistling groan of release loud and prolonged as her pussy pulsed under my tongue, her juices flowing, enough to coat my chin and neck.

At last, she came down, her eyes closed, chest still rising and falling rapidly, but I could feel the pulse in her thighs slowing. She finally opened her eyes, to look into mine and smile.

"Bloody Hell, Harry, I am definitely keeping you! Where the hell did you learn to do that? You never mentioned any girlfriends, so who taught you how to carpet-munch so well?"

I moved over her, positioning myself, Sai reaching down to guide me, whispering "Slowly, remember?" I slid into her in one long, slow thrust, Sai arching her back as I went in, lifting up to meet me as I began slowly thrusting in and out, then pulling my head down to kiss me as I pumped. I lowered down to my elbows, sliding my hands under the small of her back, pushing her breasts up to where I could suck and gently bite her sexy brownish-pink nipples, both standing up and stiff like two little fingertips. 

Sai again began to sigh and moan, whispering "Harder, yes, yes, harder...yes...yes...Harry...yes...," on and on, her voice speeding up as I pumped harder, needing to come inside this beautiful girl, wanting to flood her with my spunk. 

Her voice got louder and louder as I sped-up, until she was almost shouting as I hammered into her, until, with a loud groan, she climaxed again, the ripples and suctioning of her vaginal walls bringing me on until I came with a heartfelt groan, shooting jet after jet of hot spunk into her, the rippling, squeezing contractions in her tight pussy making me come like gangbusters, shooting over and over again.

I slumped over, drained, muscles quivering in stress reaction, Sai pulling herself up close to me, her arm around my chest, her lips at my ear as she nibbled and kissed my face. 

"Thank you Harry, you've certainly lived-up to all my favourite wank-fantasies!"

I had to laugh, she was incorrigible, but oh, so sexy!

As we lay there recovering, Sai Fong looked up at me in that way she had. 

"So Harry, you never answered my question. Who, when and where?"

I smiled down at her, my hands jiggling her taut little bottom as we talked.

"There was this one girl, last year, it was a short-term thing. I never mentioned her because she was sort of in-between visits home. She liked sex, but she wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night; hence, the oral thing. She actually taught me a lot. We ate a lot, but never actually got to the main course, if you know what I mean."

Sai was nodding. 

"Poor you, it must have been like reading about steak, cooking a steak, but never actually biting into one!"

I was impressed. I had to remind myself that under all that flirting and wilfulness and other nonsense lurked a fine brain.

I continued. 

"So tell me Sai Fong Waterfield, with all this insight into human psycho-sexual interaction, why were you never tempted to try out a few of the local lads who followed you around so relentlessly? Surely one out of all of them might have been a reasonable prospect?"

Sai snorted. 

"The only way I would sleep with any of those spotty reptiles would be after I'm dead, and not even then. I had a plan, you see, I stuck to it and it worked, so here we are. QED. Speaking of locals, did you know you were the main wank-fantasy for most of the girls I know? We'd sit around talking guys, and one of them would mention you, and half of them would go off in silent raptures, dreamy-eyed the whole bit. It was disgusting, really, I mean, my brother...!" 

Sai went on, eyes twinkling. 

"When I told them that you used to sit on my bed and read to me until I fell asleep, then tuck me in and kiss me goodnight, half of them flooded their panties there and then and had to leave in a hurry, squelching as they ran, to go and 'take care' of themselves in the nearest toilets! That place was a sink of Oestrogen at the best of times, and you just stirred it up no end!" 

I was reddening; this is not the kind of stuff I was prepared to hear blurted out. 

Sai giggled happily, her eyes dancing. 

"Harry, you're blushing! How precious are you! Most of my friends would have wet themselves if you'd even said 'hello' to them, and if you'd asked one out, she would keel over with a coronary, I swear! Luckily I got to you before any of those sleazy tarts got their hooks in you."

I was more than a little confused hearing this. I'd noticed that Sai Fong's friends would go silent when I was around; I just put that down to normal teenage girl shyness around boys, but this...

Sai was watching me closely and suddenly giggled. 

"You utter pervert, you were actually thinking about...oh yuck, don't touch me, aakk!" She made exaggerated retching noises, then grinned at me, eyes twinkling.

"I was not!" I shot back, grinning back at her, "I was just remembering all those sudden silences whenever any of your giggling-ninny girlfriends came over and I was there. It all makes sense, now. Only thing I don't understand..." 

Sai looked at me. "Go on", so I did. 

"Why me, why are they fixating on me, after all, it's not like I, y'know, tried anything with any of them or anything like that...." I trailed off, Sai's eyes lighting up with amusement.

"Harry, dear, sweet, innocent Harry, they all get tongue-tied and red-faced around you because you're gorgeous!" Gorgeous? 

Sai went on. "I mean Harry, when I look at you, I see my lovely, sweet, tall, considerate, handsome big brother. What they see is six-feet of rugby-playing beef with brains, with an arse you could bounce bullets off, big soulful hazel eyes, long sexy eyelashes, and cheekbones like razor-blades, man-child a la supreme, what's not to like?"

Now I was blushing again. Sai's description of me had me mentally squirming, but a thought struck.

"So if I'm so 'gorgeous' why do I not have a girlfriend, why is it so hard for me to connect with girls? Answer me that, Miss Smart Knickers!"

Sai gave a sigh. 

"Harry, you don't connect because you don't try. Half the girls in Shropshire have been throwing themselves at you for years; you're just too busy being nice to notice. Any one of the girls I know would gladly trip you up and be under you before you hit the floor. Most cute guys are little shits, because they know they're cute; girls are just scalps for them, something to boast about. You have no idea how truly attractive you are, because you're such a nice bloke; I'm telling you, I know at least ten girls I could call right now and they'd be here inside ten minutes, stripped-down, knickers off, lubed-up and panting! And what do you mean 'no girlfriend'? What am I if not your de facto girlfriend?" 

She emphasised that with a quick flick of my little man that nearly flipped me off the bed and onto the ceiling.

"OWWW, Shit! Sai, that was uncalled for!" I complained. Sai was not in the least bit concerned at my suffering. 

"Shut up Harry, you come home with broken ribs, broken noses, broken wrists, black eyes, stitches and great gaping, sucking wounds after some stupid macho rugby tournament, so a little ginger-flick on your knob is barely a love tap, grow up! I just emphasised what it means to discount me, I hope you've taken an appropriate note-to-self for future reference, yes?"

I had.

She slid closer to me, pulling my head down to hers, to plant a very stimulating kiss on my lips, her hands sliding around me to hold on as I kissed her back, feeling my cock hardening again, a fact Sai was quick to take advantage of.

"Ooooh Harry, what do we have here, is it for me?" she cooed, batting her eyelids and grinning, hand snaking down to encircle and squeeze my cock, then slowly pump.

I closed my eyes, the sensation was really very pleasurable, and I savoured it for a moment before returning the favour, sliding my hand down to her mons, rubbing gently at the top of her slit, tickling and rubbing the hood of her clitoris, making her gasp and grin.




All I Ever Wanted



It's funny how a song can always take you back, and the minute I heard the old familiar refrain of Kelly Clarkson's #1 hit from several years ago, "My Life Would Suck Without You", it took me back to a time when, to borrow a phrase from the album the song was a part of, "All I Ever Wanted" was her.

But this isn't some woebegone tale of unrequited advances, in fact, it is quite the opposite of that.

Because the year 2009, which is when Kelly looked her best in just about everyone's opinion, was a time in my life that I'll never forget.

Mostly because I got to fuck Kelly one night after one of her shows.

And it all started with a backstage pass...

I had been saving up money for months to afford a ticket to Kelly's show, had started the very first day I heard they were going on sale, as a matter of fact.

To most guys, her fluctuating weight is a major issue as to whether or not they would fuck her or not, but I had always had a thing for her, and at this particular time, I don't believe there's a man alive who wouldn't have wanted a piece of her.

Knowing this, I would have been satisfied to just get a ticket to her show, but I received word that her fan club was doing a contest to win an "all access" pass with her, and that due to popular demand for them, she was only limiting it to a handful of people per show.

Long story short, I got the call a few days before the show that I had won one of the spots, and immediately started making plans to put my best forward with her, since it was not a secret back in those days, before she found love and started a family, that she seemed to be constantly single, and let the chips fall where they may.

Finally the day of the concert arrived, and to say that I spent the evening being enamored with Kelly, who was dressed in a tight-fitting pair of black pants and a simple red t-shirt, would have been an understatement.

I was already three or four beers in by the time Kelly finished her set and her staff came and got me out of the crowd to go meet her, but since I wanted to try and turn this into something more, I waited until I was the only one left hanging around backstage to introduce myself to her.

"Hi Kelly, the name's John, I'm a big fan," I told her, trying not to leer at her tight body in the clothes she was wearing as she took a swig of the beer she was drinking, smiled at me, and offered me a seat on the couch next to her.

"Well hi John," Kelly breezily responded to me, and, maybe because of the beer, I was convinced that there was more in her voice than just a simple "hello" when she began to carry on a conversation with me.

"I know you've gotten this a lot since you started looking so fine lately Kelly, but damn girl, all that hard work really is paying off..." I told her, a hand going to her thigh before I caught myself.

"I don't get as many compliments about that as you think I have baby," she whispered, winking at me and placing my hand back on her thigh as she brushed the hair out of her face, "but I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me, either. You can flatter me all you want, but just like the song says baby, "I do not hook up."

"Why don't I see if I can change that?" I teased her as we shared a few more beers, Kelly becoming noticeably drunk by the time her management came to tell her that the meet & greet was over.

"Aw...I was just really getting to know John here..." she playfully complained to them, winking at me as she sucked on another beer while thoughts of convincing her to suck something else went through my head.

"Kelly...if you want...we can go back to your hotel room for a little while..." I whispered to her, my hand going back on her thigh and then working its way between her legs, causing her to moan a little into my ear.

"MMM...let's go baby..." she whispered as my hand brushed over her pussy, causing her to shudder as we walked hand-in-hand to her bus, already making out by the time we got back to her hotel.

"MMM...baby...we're at the hotel already..." she whispered, pushing me away before I could slide her pants off and get to her pussy.

"UH..." Kelly moaned the second we got into her hotel room, closing and locking the door behind us as she jumped into my arms, beginning to rip the clothes off of each other as I pushed her into the wall and made out with her.

"I thought you said you didn't hook up..." I teased her as I kissed her neck and ran my dick over her tight pussy lips, Kelly throwing her head back and arching her back as I slowly slid it into her and started to fuck her.

"OHGOD...give me that dick John...I don't know what came over me tonight..." she purred as I began to thrust in and out of her, her legs locking around me as I fucked her against the wall.

"I don't either Kel...but I know what...or who...is going to be cumming in you tonight..." I whispered to her as I pounded away on her pussy, her tight walls clinging to my dick as they stretched out for me, allowing me to go even deeper inside of her.

"UH...OHGOD...I'm...I'm not..." she started to say, no doubt trying to tell me that she wasn't on anything, but her words turned into passionate moans of lust as I continued to hammer into her cunt, sucking on her tits as I felt her pussy start cumming for me.

"That's it...cum for me Kelly...I can't wait to cum inside you baby..." I whispered to her, not hearing her protest as I bottomed out inside of her and grabbed a hold of her hips as she shot her juices onto my dick, starting to quicken my strokes into her.

"OHGOD...FUCK...cum inside me...I don't care anymore...you feel so damn good inside me..." she hissed as I thrust into her one last time and blew my load into her, her cunt walls contracting around my dick as I filled her pussy with my thick, sticky baby batter, finally pulling out of her when I had nothing more of it to give her.

"OHGOD...UH..." she moaned as we made out against the wall some more, her legs hooking into my back as I ran my dick over her cunt lips again, seeming more than ready to let me fuck her against the wall again if that's what I chose to do.

"Down on your knees Kelly baby...suck it for me so it'll be ready for when I stick it inside you again..." I whispered as she obediently went to her knees and wrapped her hands around it, stroking it a few times before leading it to her mouth and beginning to suck on it.

"SHIT...suck that dick Kelly baby..." I moaned, both of us in an alcohol-fueled state that was only adding to our lust for each other as she worked over my dick, her hands running along the base of it as she bobbed her head back and forth on it.

"MMM..." she moaned as she worked her magic on me, her eyes closing as she focused all of her attention on getting me off so that we could proceed with the rest of our night.

"Just like that baby...a little more and I'll be cumming down your pretty little throat soon..." I softly told her as she sucked my balls up into her mouth, sucking on each one of them before going back to work on my dick, cupping her hands around my balls.

"OHGOD...cumming Kelly..." I hissed, grabbing the back of her head with both hands and starting to furiously fuck her face as I buried my dick at the back of her throat and came down it, Kelly making a slurping sound as she sucked away on my dick and drank down all of my cum, kissing the tip of my dick as she let it escape her mouth.

"Come on baby...fuck me again...I feel so slutty right now..." she whispered as I picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her on it and climbing on top of her as I lined my dick up with her tight pussy again.

"Well...since you asked me so nicely Kel..." I teased her as I slid back into her, her cunt walls immediately wrapping tightly around my dick as I began to thrust in and out of her, Kelly arching her back and moaning my name a little louder with each time I plunged into her.

"UH...GOD...fuck my pussy John..." she moaned as I drove myself in and out of her, her back arching as she wrapped her strong legs around my waist and pulled me deeper into her pussy, her eyes beginning to roll back in her head as she threw her head back.

"OHGOD...YES...right there..." she purred as I pounded her snatch, her body going limp as she came all over my dick for the second time, her sweet sex fluids shooting out over it as I grabbed her hips and pulled them forward.

"That's it...cum for me baby...you want more of my cum deep inside of you?" I asked her as she started to hump my dick, her eyes once again rolling into her head as she pounded her fists on the bed.

"FUCK...YES...cum in me John...let me feel your cum inside me again..." she whispered softly as I drove into her one last time and came deep in her pussy for a second time, my cock head pushing past her cervix and into her womb as I unloaded more of my cum into her.

"FUCK...your pussy feels so good Kelly..." I hissed, pinning her to the bed as I finished unloading my cum into her, thick shots of it plastering her walls as I began to pull out of her.

"You're gonna let me have this tight little ass, too, aren't you?" I teased her as we made out on the bed in her hotel room, her legs still hooked around me as my cum leaked out of her pussy.

"Of course I am baby...I happen to love anal, you know..." she teased me, kissing me as she got up and bent over the bed, shaking her ass at me as I grabbed her hips and slid my dick between her cheeks.

"UH...OHGOD...tear up my ass..." she moaned as I held on to her hips and thrust my dick in and out of her ass, her anal ring wrapping tighter and tighter around my dick as I worked my way in and out of her ass.

"GOD...such a tight little ass..." I grunted as I drove my ass into her bowels, her moans once again growing louder as she threw her head back ad began to get lost in the throes of another orgasm.

"OHGOD...fuck me John...fuck my sweet ass..." she purred as I drilled her tight back door, her hips slamming back into mine as I bottomed out inside of her bowels and began to speed up my thrusts into her.

"Here it comes Kelly baby..." I whispered to her as I drove into her ass one last time and came deep in her bowels, her anal ring putting the squeeze on my dick as I shot my wad into her in loads, finally backing out of when I had spewed the last of my sticky cum into her.

"MMM...it was kind of nice to let everything go and be a slut for a night John, thanks baby..." she whispered as we made out one last time on the bed, her legs hooking around mine once more as she laid her head on my chest.

"No Kelly, thank you...for choosing me to act like a slut with," I teased her, spreading her legs and thinking about sliding back into her, pretty sure she wouldn't stop me if I wanted to fuck her again.

"OHGOD...I'd really love to let you fuck me a couple more times...but I have to get back on the bus so we can head to the next town..." she whispered as I lined my dick up to slide into her again, getting a couple of thrusts in before she found the willpower to push me away.

"I don't know if you're on the pill or not Kelly, and I really don't care," I told her as she gave me one last kiss, letting it linger for a while, "I'll remember this night for the rest of my life."

"Why don't you let me worry about the consequences, baby?" she said to me as she left the room and headed for her bus, "and who knows? Maybe I'll see you around."

Six years have passed since the night I hooked up with Kelly Clarkson, and though I never did "see her around" again after that night, the memory still lives on.

And every time I see Kelly on my TV these days, I think back to that night in her hotel room, when I got to do what so many people would like to do and live out my fantasies in real life.

And not a day passes when I don't still hold out hope that we will hook up again someday, despite her now being a wife and a mother.

But I'll always have the memories of that night six years ago.



All I Ever Wanted Ch. 02



"Open your coat."

My ex-wife undid the buttons and belt enough for me to see that she was topless underneath. I had ordered her to be nude.

"You will pay for wearing those knickers. Take them off."

She hesitated as she was standing in the street in front of her house. No neighbours would be able to see her from the front as their view was blocked by the 4X4 that I was sitting in. She knew, however that anyone watching from the houses behind her would be in no doubt about what she was doing. She hesitated. She knew she wasn't allowed that luxury. I grabbed her left nipple between my fingers and squeezed -- hard. She gasped in pain/pleasure and, as I released her throbbing bud, she reached down, pulled her knickers quickly to the ground and stepped out of them.

"Leave them there, leave your coat open and get in the car."

As she moved slowly round to the passenger side, hoping the length of her coat would still cover her, I saw her black lace knickers lying in the street. I would swear I noticed a small damp patch on the gusset. She got in and fastened her seat belt, obviously hoping it would protect her by keeping her coat closed over and her nude body protected. You would think she would know better by now.

Ever since she had asked me to bail her out of the financial difficulties her most recent boyfriend had left her with when he walked out, she had been repaying me by allowing me to use her body in any way I chose for one day each week. Now we were on the way to a country house hotel that I had checked in to last night. Luxurious and discreet, it was perfect for my purposes. It wasn't a long drive but I wanted some entertainment on the way.

"Open your coat and let your tits out." The road was quiet but there were still some passing cars on the other side of the road and it soon became obvious by the way they slowed down or swerved in disbelief that it was all too easy to see my ex-wife's large, sagging tits on display. I reached over and flicked open the bottom of her coat and told her to spread her legs. She slid down the seat a little to give herself more room and did as she was told.

"Now start rubbing that clit and get some fingers up your cunt." This was never something that she did while we were married (not that I knew about anyway but, as I later found out, she was doing a lot of things I didn't know about) but she had become something of an expert since she became my sex slave. Her right hand moved down to her bald pussy and started to stroke it. As her outer lips started to open she prised her large clit from its hood and started to touch it gently. The more she got turned on by her own attention the more her juices started to flow from her cunt and I knew there would be a damp patch on the seat when she was finished. As she got closer and closer to cumming, her left hand crept down and she inserted three fingers between her wide open lips. She pumped these fingers in and out with increasing fierceness and rubbed at her clit faster and faster. She writhed on the seat beside me getting closer and closer.The drivers opposite must have thought she was demented but in no time at all she was cumming on those fingers, screaming in orgasm, her body trembling within the confines of her seatbelt.

She pulled her fingers out of her cunt with a plop and pulled herself up in the seat. Leaning over she offered me her fingers to lick but I knew licking her pussy juices from her fingers would distract me too much from my driving and I was looking forward to getting her to the hotel to risk anything getting in the way of that.

"Clean them yourself." She licked each finger individually, up and down, and then wiped them dry on her big breast, just as she had been taught.

A short time later we drove up the long, private drive leading to the hotel. As I had already checked in we made straight for the private lift to the penthouse suite. The lift, as I had discovered last night, opened into the very foyer of the suite and was only used by the penthouse guests. The lift operator was a young student, working his way through his first year at university and had only just turned eighteen. We'd had a good long chat last night and, once I'd established that he was going to be on duty today, a new plan started to grow and I had spent a good part of the early hours developing it in my mind.

Once in the lift, she was still trying to keep her coat closed and her body covered. As the doors slid across to close, I pulled her towards me, facing me, and started to kiss her. Unaccustomed to the personal touch she responded willingly, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with her old passion. As she did, I noticed the operator taking shy glimpses of us but looking away whenever I caught his eyes.

"Keep your arms around me," I whispered to her, breaking the kiss and beginning my new adventure. I started to pull her coat up (she shivered, knowing she was nude underneath and soon her arse would be on full view) and drew it all the way until it was bunched around her waist.

"Do you like her arse?" I asked the operator. He could only stare and nod without saying a word.

"You don't think it's too big or a bit flabby?" as I grabbed both cheeks and squeezed a good handful of arse flesh. He shook his head vigorously; he obviously loved her big, fat arse as much as I did, but maybe he didn't have much experience in seeing real women up close.

"Would you like to see her tits? They're big and flabby too."

Again he just nodded, unable to get his mouth working yet due to this very unexpected but, so far, very pleasurable change to his day. I dropped the tails of her coat and spun her around to face him, catching a glimpse of the apprehension and pleading in her eyes. She held her coat tightly around her body. "Drop your arms."

As she did so, her coat opened a little, enough for him to see that she really was naked underneath. I held her coat closed at her waist but told her expose her tits. She did so, hanging her head in embarrassment but secretly thrilled to be showing her tits to this young stranger. They were no longer the small, perky tits I had first sucked on when she had taken my virginity. Now, after two kids and more than a few years, they had grown considerably and were only now starting to sag. She hated them. I loved them; but then, I loved most things about her body. 

"Would you like to touch them?" Again, the dumb nodding and no movement towards us. He seemed to have lost the power of his legs too so I frog-marched her over to him and commanded her to offer her tits to him. She lifted both of her breasts and he managed to lift his hands and barely touch both her nipples. I think they both felt a bolt of electricity shoot through them as he jumped back after one touch and her nipples immediately stiffened at this stranger's fingers. I reached round, pulled her hands away, and held them up to him again.

"Suck her nipples."

Still in a trance he lowered his head and sucked one, then the other. There was no finesse; it was just a long, powerful pull on each of her sensitive, inch-long buttons and she moaned at the attention. He jumped back again when we reached the penthouse and the doors slid open. I reached behind him and flicked the brake switch on. The doors stayed open and the lift was going nowhere.

"I guess all that's left to see is her pussy? Would you like that?" He was obviously regaining his power of speech as he looked down at the only part of her body still covered by her coat and said, "Oh, yes; yes please!" 

"Show him your cunt."

I take my hands from her waist and she took the two sides and opened them wide. Again he had lost his ability to speak and just stared at her bald cunt. She used to have a small rug of black, curly hair but I had shaved it off last week and instructed her to keep the whole area soft and smooth. She had obviously learnt her lesson well because when I started to tease him, and her, by reaching round from behind her and running one finger up and down her slit, I could feel how velvety soft her lips were.

"Touch her."

There was no hesitation from him as he reached out his inexperienced hand and rubbed her cunt. There was no finesse either as she jumped from the rough treatment her sensitive lips were receiving. He pulled his hand back and marvelled at the sticky moisture running down his fingers.

"Lick it."

He held up his hand in question; I nodded, and he raised his hand to his mouth, sniffed his fingers then tasted a woman's pussy juices for the first time ever.

"Like it?"

Again the enthusiastic nodding; had he forgotten how to speak altogether.

"Want to taste it at its source?"

He didn't have a clue what I was talking about so I told her to fully remove her coat; it only covered her shoulders now, after all. 

"Lie down."

She lay down on the floor of the lift on her back and opened her legs. Maybe she was starting to realise exactly what I wanted from her. I got down between her open legs and started to lap at her cunt. He came round to stand beside us and peered down at what I was doing.

"Get the idea?" He nodded. "Want to try?" He nodded so quickly I thought his head was going to fall off. "Take my place."

He didn't need to be told twice as he replaced me between her legs and started to lick her slit. His lack of experience was obvious, his enthusiasm exemplary as he used his tongue on her cunt like he would never get this chance again. The harder he licked, the wetter she became. Very soon I could hear the familiar moans from her startled mouth and she looked to me for permission. I could see he was starting to worry about the drenching he was getting and the noises she was making so I nodded to her and she instantly reached down and started to rub her clit. He moved to get up but I encouraged him to keep licking and in no time at all he was bringing a woman to orgasm for the very first time. I think it frightened the life out of him. She was writhing on the floor, moaning loudly and, finally, her cunt exploded with lust and she squirted even more than I had ever seen.

"Help me lift her up." He was a bit shaky himself when he stood up but she could hardly stand so big had her orgasm been so, between us, we dragged her into the suite proper and dropped her unceremoniously onto the large couch. As I returned to collect her coat from the lift I could see the stain she had left on the carpeted floor and wondered how he was going to explain that one.

"Get yourself cleaned up, then you'd better get back to work. When are you off duty?"

Now he could speak again. "In just over an hour, sir."

"Good. Do you want to continue to play with her?" Back to the nodding. "Good, well come back as soon as you are finished and we'll see what other games we can teach you."

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Not much more than an hour later the lift doors slid open and our young student rushed into the suite, still in his uniform. I was sitting in an armchair, naked, my cock being sucked by my ex-wife who knelt between my legs.

"I came as fast as I could," he blurted out, then noticed that both of us were totally nude. This seemed to embarrass him and he tried to pretend that he wasn't looking at us, or more exactly, that he wasn't staring at her huge arse as she had her back to him.

"Would you like her to suck your cock?"

"Oh, yes please," he said with a grin and immediately started to strip off, even before I suggested it. In his uniform and glasses he looked quite geeky but, when he removed both, it became obvious that he had an impressive six-pack and a rampant cock to boast about. At six foot tall he towered over my five foot two ex-wife. The fact that she was on her knees accentuated the difference before them even more dramatically. 

I nodded at her to take her mouth from my cock and to move over to our lift operator. She crawled over on her hands and knees and stopped right in front of him. Reaching out with her right hand, she pulled his erect prick down to her mouth. It was long and thin but I knew she would know what to do with it. She began by licking up and down each side then spread the pre-cum already leaking out over the head of his shiny prick. At my next nod she took him fully in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, and started bobbing up and down.

I knew that he wouldn't be able to last too long as she did this but I was hoping that if she made him cum in her mouth then he would last a bit longer when he fucked her cunt. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes, I could see he was getting close so I asked him,

"Do you want to cum in her mouth or on her tits?"

"Her mouth, her mouth, her mouth," he screamed as I saw her throat start to swallow and knew that he was pumping his seed into her greedy mouth. Unable to stand very straight, he pulled his softening cock from her lips and collapsed into the other armchair.

"Up on the bed."

She rose slowly from her knees and walked over to the bed where she lay down on her back and opened her legs. I hardly had to give her any instructions these days; over the last few weeks she had learned to anticipate my commands and now obeyed them automatically.

"Normally you would have to make sure the woman's cunt is ready for you so, if she isn't wet already, you might like to try licking her as you did in the lift or even just playing with her clit. It doesn't really matter as long as her cunt is ready for your cock. However, my ex-wife's pussy is always wet but, just to get her ready for you, I'll fuck her first until you get hard again. I won't cum in her as you don't want your first cunt to be full of another man's spunk when you go in. I'll save that for somewhere else."

I climbed on to the bed, positioned myself between her legs as he came over beside us to watch exactly what was going to happen. Like I had said, she didn't need any preparation so I just rammed my whole cock into her cunt in one thrust. As I plunged into her as hard as I wanted, we could both see her big, fat tits wobble and he was torn between watching them and watching my prick fuck her dripping cunt. The view before him was having the desired effect and (oh, the joys of youth) he became hard again in no time.

"Ready?" I asked needlessly.

"Ready," he grinned and, as I pulled out of her pussy, he climbed on to the bed and entered his first cunt with ease and started to fuck her. I moved out of his way and just watched his inexperienced, enthusiastic fucking of my ex-wife; but I still had my own erection to deal with so I straddled her chest, knelt down, grabbed her tits and wrapped them around my cock. As I squeezed her tits around my prick and thrust between them, he continued to pound her cunt and very soon he started to realise he was going to cum in a woman's cunt for the first time.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he screamed. This was enough to set my own spunk rising and I started to cover her tits, neck and face with my own cum. I don't know which of us was the trigger for her but her body started to shake just at that point too. Her moans joined his and all three of us experienced the joy of cumming together for the first time.

I climbed off her and lay back against the headboard. "Join me up here." He pulled out of her cunt and lay on the other pile of pillows. She was ordered to lie between us with her mouth at cock level and to clean us up. She got into position and sucked one prick then the other as we both lay back and enjoyed her warm mouth around our overworked cocks. 

"There's one hole left for us to fuck. Would you like to take a shot at her arsehole?" 

"Seriously? You mean I can shove my cock up her bum and shoot my spunk into her back there?"

"Sure," I said magnanimously, "But there's one thing you have to do first."

"Anything," he agreed. "That sounds great."

"Well, first of all, she has to get her arsehole wet; you've tasted her cunt so now you have to taste her arse." I thought this would put him off but he rushed round behind her and started to lap at her upturned arsehole as if it was the sweetest ice-cream. 

She just looked up at me with those big, dark, pleading eyes. The one thing she could never get used to was anything to do with anal and now here she was with a stranger pushing his tongue up her arse, getting it ready for something much bigger.She wasn't pleading for release this time; she was pleading for something harder; she was pleading for his cock up her arse. 

"That should do her. Come and sit at the top of the bed again." Again she was puzzled because I had always fucked her arse from behind.

"Now, slut, lower your arsehole on to his ever-ready cock and fuck him." She lined her hole up with his cock and started to lower herself on to him, very slowly, very gently.

"No, I want you to face his feet so that he can get the best view of his cock sliding in and out of a woman's arsehole." I don't really think he was bothered which way she faced; this day was already one he would never forget; but she, on the other hand knew better than to disobey any instructions and swivelled round so that she was facing the foot of the bed. Again, just as slowly, just as gently, she started to lower herself on to his cock and gasped as the head breached her and disappeared up her bum. She didn't seem to be lowering herself any further so, after a whispered instruction from me, he reached up to her shoulders and pushed her whole body down so that his cock slowly made its way into her tight arsehole in one thrust.

Now she was screaming and it didn't stop when he bucked his hips and fucked her darkest hole. I knew we couldn't allow that to happen so I got on top of her, kissed her and started to rub my erect dick up and down her cunt.

"Now for your big surprise." I think I saw the lust in her eyes as she realised I was going to fuck her cunt and she was going to have her first double penetration. So I stuck my hard cock up her cunt and thrust in and out a few times. It was obvious she was starting to enjoy having both her holes filled as we both got into a rhythm and started to move back and forth inside her. She was now too far gone to put up a struggle and lay like a rag doll between our two thrusting bodies and our two thrusting cocks, moaning in unexpected pleasure. I knew we had both cum a couple of times already but neither of us were going to last very long in this situation so we started to really fuck her as she bounced along between us. He was first to cum and she felt his cum flooding into her dirtiest hole. His moans were enough for me and I shot my load deep into her cunt and collapsed on top of them both. She was sandwiched between our two spent bodies and out two spent cocks but had not cum herself; so when my prick slid out of her arse and I rolled off her, she climbed off his shrinking dick, walked over to the mini bar and grabbed two bottles of champagne.

I looked on in disbelief as my slut of an ex-wife lined up one bottle with her arsehole, slid down onto it, then lay on her back on the floor. The other bottle went instantly up her cunt and she fucked herself with both of them. Obviously lubricated by our spunk in both her holes, they met no resistance. In and out, in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder she fucked herself. The bottles went deeper and deeper into her body until she could take no more. Her orgasm ripped through her cunt, her arse, her whole body. Her hands finally stopped and, as I got dressed, I looked down on my ex-wife with the two bottles still in her cunt and arse.

"See you next week."



All I Ever Wanted Ch. 02



AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is a continuation of the story begun in 'All I Ever Wanted', and takes place immediately after the events described there. For completeness, I would suggest you read the first part before reading this, it will then continue the narrative logically; it's up to you, though, whatever you choose is fine by me; you're all grown-up's, aren't you? 

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Sai Fong Speaks:

So now I had Harry, nailing him after years of chasing, teasing, tormenting, and finally trapping him. So what if he's my half-brother, he's worth it; the poor lamb's such an innocent, he might have gone off with some local girl, someone I knew, that would have been too dreadful for words, seeing him tied-up with some local trull, or worse, some tramp he met at uni, that would have been unspeakable. I couldn't allow that, he's mine, I saw him first; really speaking, that first time, I forced him, but then he didn't exactly fight me off tooth and nail, defending his virtue with might and vigour; in fact, I seem to remember that he had no hesitation about moving in for the kill, so perhaps I got to him just as his resolve finally wavered, his barriers on the way down –precision timing, even if I do say so myself. 

Now that Harry and I had slept together, had made love during the night and again in the morning, and were planning how to stay together, my life seemed to be finally coming into focus. I had wanted Harry for so long, tried to break him down by any means at my disposal, and it took an argument with Dad over university to finally catalyse our relationship.

I knew what Harry had been going through with me; I'd planned it, after all, just in case the opportunity arose, but it still took an act of fate to put us in the same bed, at the same time, and like all good schemer's, I took my opportunity to finally make him mine. He'd laughed to hear how I'd prepared for this night, how I'd prepared to seduce him by learning (theoretically, of course; internet porn can be useful, and not just for the obvious) every sexual trick and technique I could find that didn't actually look impossible, disgusting, or required me to be freakishly double-jointed. 

So now, what next? We've resolved our living arrangements for the next three years, Dad will eventually come round to see things my way, because I have decided that is the way things should be, and I'll be able to keep Harry pinned close to me, because he's far too delicious to be unleashed on unsuspecting womanhood at large. Harry tells me I'm an amoral little wretch, a distinction I wear with pride, and Dad's going to give in, because he doesn't have the strength to fight me forever; all he has to do is sign the papers, and I'm out of his hair (what's left of it, poor dear; I kept him busy) and officially Harry's problem for the next three years. I know this sounds so calculating, but the truth is, Harry's such a wide-eyed innocent, such a babe in the woods, I couldn't just leave him out there, poor darling, a sitting target, any scheming bitch, someone just like me, in fact, might have snagged him, a thought that makes me go weak at the knees; I might still have to kill to keep him, keep watching the papers. Like I said, he's mine.

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When I ran off to London, I had no plan to seduce Harry (well, not immediately, anyway, certainly not that day), all I wanted was a rational, reasonably well-adjusted person to talk to, Dad was being completely obtuse and unreasonable, and Harry is so sweet, never judgemental, I was hoping that he would talk to Dad, get him to understand I was never going to study nursing, that I was the last person on the planet to entrust with a human life, that I wanted to be a graphic artist and illustrator, and that I'd already been accepted at a prestigious art school. What came after was wholly unplanned (but not un-hoped for, and certainly not unwelcome), opportunistic, and the product of circumstance. 

(Poor Harry, he may be a brilliant engineering student, one of the only 12 students world-wide to participate in the Special Engineering Projects programme at his university, one of the foremost engineering universities on the planet, but when it came to girls, me especially, he just didn't have his antennae peeking over the parapet. In our little dynamic, Harry may be the intellect, but I am the brains of the outfit; he needs someone as devious and skewed as me, someone to put a few bends and twists in him so he can meet the real world with a fair chance of surviving it. Let me describe him. He's tall, just over six feet, with soft, dark chestnut hair, always flopping down over one eye, big grey-hazel eyes and long, almost girly, eyelashes, killer cheekbones, and a chin you could bounce rocks off, physique honed by rugby training into something best described as "Phwoaarr!" A proper wet-knicker eyeful in any predatory females' book, as well as the most solid, muscular bum I've ever seen on a man. Ever since I first noticed it, I've wanted to sink my teeth into that bum, just to feel the texture of all that densely-packed muscle! He's so gorgeous it's ridiculous, something he's completely unaware of, thank God; other boys with half his looks and delicious bod are cocky little dicks, but he's so sweet it's worrying; I truly believe that if you sliced him open, cuddly puppies would leap out. His great talent, if you could call it that, is to be diffident, so shy, that he fades into the background, something he does almost instinctively, shutting down his 'me' field so thoroughly that he literally fades from view; the trouble is, any girl who sees him being so unassuming, so lacking that 'cute-guy' cockiness, immediately ticks the box on her 'keeper' list, and moves in for the kill, then stands back in confusion at his complete lack of response, not realising that he's completely failed to pick up any of her 'come and get me, big boy' signals. I was broadcasting those same signals for years, and nothing; it took desperate measures to reel him in, believe me. Harry truly believes that all the big-tit scrubbers hanging around him at uni do it because they're all as fascinated by hard engineering as he is. Any girl who claims older brothers are easy to manage hasn't met Harry.)

When I woke in the darkness that first night, all I was aware of was the nearness of him, his body warmth, the sense of his presence, and then I knew I wanted him, there and then, not just to possess, but physically, to make love to me, to hold me and kiss me, the way I had fantasised for years. I knew he was the man for me, now I had to find a way of making him see that. 

My arm was still through his, and with a little judicious tugging, (taking my time, I didn't want to wake him just yet), he gradually slid lower down the bed, from his upright position to a more prone position. At last, he was lying next to me, one arm under himself, the other resting loosely on my tummy. I slowly turned to face him, and his hand slid down and came to rest on my bottom, then grasping my bum cheek in his sleep. I smiled; this might be easier than I thought, this boy had good instincts! My own hand slid around his solid waist, across the small of his back, rubbing at the waistband of his shorts. At last, I went for it, sliding my hand inside the back of his boxers and further down, feeling the solid muscle mass of his buttock, thinking 'Dear God, what an arse, it's like a rock!' 

His breathing changed, and I sensed he was awake, his grasp on my buttock easing as he tried to slip it off, so I told him "Leave it there!" which startled him, but he kept his hand in place; good boy, he knew how to take orders. I wondered, being as he had me by the bum, whether he was going to do anything about it, but, with no sign of any further activity from him, I grabbed tight hold of his bum and used the leverage to slide myself up against him, feeling the outline of his cock, thinking 'Yes, oh yes!" and finally pulling his head down so I could kiss him at last, the way I had always wanted to. He made one more half-hearted attempt to move his warm hand from my bum, and I had to warn him again, so he took the plunge, groped my arse properly, the way I'd always hoped he would. When he finally rammed his beautiful cock into me, it was like a dream come true. He hammered my fanny until I came like never before, I literally saw stars, and I fully intend to keep on seeing them, with him. There are a lot of things I want to try, some of them I've seen done, but don't really believe, none will have occurred to him, all of which are going to shock my Harry speechless, , and I'm going to have a fucking great time! 

Making love to Harry was the single most important milestone in my life to date, not because I gave him my virginity, but because I had finally stepped over the line into that place where you discover, truly realise, that there is someone in your life who's more important to you than you are. I discovered I loved Harry with a deep and aching love, not just fancied him because he was so cute, and I wanted to keep him near me, to be near him, to wake up and see him every day. The thought of not seeing him every day, of being separated from him made me feel funny inside, wobbly, and a little scared. Love? I believe so. I wanted to continue with what we were doing, no matter what the cost. Harry, ever the practical one, ran through the consequences and ramifications of what I did, we did, checking to see if I understood what exactly we were embarking upon here, but he needn't have worried; I'd gone through all of these in my mind a thousand times before, never dreaming that one day I would be having this conversation for real. I knew what I wanted; to be with and love that boy. I'm over 18 and in my right mind, so I went for it, and I'm perfectly satisfied with the outcome.

When morning came, Harry made love to me, slow, exciting foreplay and hot, mind-blowing orgasm as he ate me out, then filling me with his cock, claiming me properly, sealing us together, admitting to himself and accepting that we were now a couple, siblinghood notwithstanding.

Harry:

I waited for Sai Fong to get dressed, usually a production in its own right, and after 45 minutes or so, knocked on the bedroom door, asking if she was alright. Getting no answer, I opened the door, and there she was, sitting on the bed, ridiculous bathrobe pulled around her, tears streaking her face, staring at her clothes, looking at me, then leaping up to hug me so hard I swear I heard my spine creak.

"What's the matter, Princess? " I whispered, as she started sobbing into my chest, holding her close as I smoothed her hair, arms all the way around her, the way she liked me to hug her, had done since she was a little girl.

"Harry, what have I done, I dragged you into this, why did you let me? How are we going to fix this? Oh God, I'm so sorry!" she gabbled out, her words running together, tears starting afresh as she started sobbing again, great, braying sobs.

I got it. The guilt had found her. I had thought I would be in this place now, but the truth was, I felt completely unworried by what we'd done; when you jump off that cliff, it's past time to start worrying about what happens next; it's going to happen, and you've already accepted it, or you wouldn't have jumped. It was done, and that was all to say on the subject. Obviously, the thrill of the chase had obscured for her the possible outcomes, now she'd realised that we couldn't turn back the clock. It happened, and was going to remain happened, no matter what.

I held her until her sobs died down to hiccups and sighing, soothing her and rubbing her back, then sat her down next to me, wiping her eyes with my shirt, the one she'd already snuffled and wiped her nose on.

"Alright, Sai, are you ready to talk now?" I asked her, still aware of how naked she was, eyes still full of tears, threatening to spill down at the slightest provocation, and I wasn't too thrilled at the prospect of her mopping her face and nose again with the shirt I was wearing; pretty-girl snot is still snot, and I was already cringeing away from the front of my sodden shirt as it all soaked through. 

"Harry, what are we going to do?" she whispered, "Where can we possibly go from here? It's not like we can ever be a real couple, all we can do is pretend, but eventually someone's going to find out. What happens then? Suppose you meet someone, what happens to me? If I want children one day, how can I, if we're together, if we're a couple?"

I had already made my decision. When we jumped into it, I had my eyes open. "Sai," I began, "I've been chasing you and back-pedalling for God-knows how long now; I could never concentrate on any one girlfriend long enough to make it work, because you were always there in my head, and I knew deep-down that this was going to happen; it was inevitable, and I bowed to it. There's never going to be anyone else, you take up all my available head-space, OK? Face it, all your prick-teasing worked, maybe too well, because now I'm hooked on you. I picked a university a long way from home because I thought if you were out of sight, I could put you out of mind, but you were always there, on the edge of vision, so no, I'm not going anywhere, and I won't let you, either, unless that's what you really want."

Sai Fong sat and watched my face, my eyes, as I made my little speech, checking out the little tells to see if I was sincere, if I was being truthful, or if I was just horny and keeping her on the hook so I could get some more. To be honest, I was a little off-balance with all this; I'd never seen Sai upset and crying before, she had a naturally sunny disposition, and even Dad had mentioned once that she'd never acted-out, or thrown a tantrum, or even made the usual demands on him for late nights out, extra money, all the things teenage girls demand as their right. Even her yelling at me in Cantonese and slamming her door was just her winding me up, making sure I knew she'd missed me when I'd had to spend weekends at school.

"Sai, do you want children? Because we can work something out, let me think about it. All the other stuff, it's not likely anyone will twig what our real relationship is; look at us, we're not obviously brother and sister, even your actual name isn't Waterfield; Dad just called you that for convenience with the schools. The only person who knows you're my sister, other than the local yokels in Shropshire and the family, is the faceless bod at the Home Office who processed your paperwork when dad applied for residence for you as his daughter, along with the other 50,000 immigrants who apply for and are granted residence every year. Your name is Sai Fong, that's what it says on your passport, and your birth certificate, you know, the one written in Chinese....?" 

Sai was smiling now, listening as I unravelled what I'd been thinking between last night and now. My confirmation that I'd committed to her was obviously what she'd been looking and waiting for, and the fact that I'd given thought to what came next obviously encouraged her. She moved closer to me, hugging me, careful to avoid the disgusting front of my shirt, kissing me on the cheek.

"You have thought about this, haven't you, Harry, really thought about it? And, knowing how this could all end, you're still sure about this, you really, really mean to take me on, full speed ahead and damn the consequences?"

I smiled. "Surely do, Princess, I love you, you got me, and I got you now! Now, apparently I'm wearing your used handkerchief, so I need a shirt, and you should pick something to wear, I thought you wanted to go out strolling! Do you need some help, some advice from an older male on what looks most devastating on a pretty girl on a summer morning?"

Sai looked at me, grinning. "Harry, I've seen what you wear, you're colour-blind and living in the nineties, so thank you, no, I can do this quite well by myself, if it's all the same to you! And 'pretty', eh? You'll pay for that!"

I grinned. "My apologies, Princess, I meant, hot, stunning, ravishing, gorgeous, mouth-watering, phwoaarr! Pax?" Sai dimpled. "It's a start, let me think about it!" 

I sat on the bed, watching as she dressed, drawing the comment "Seen enough yet, pop-eyes?" I answered "Sweetheart, last night I saw more than you'd admit to under torture, so now, I'm just surveying the field of play, enjoying the view, and picking out the bits I like best!" So saying, I pulled her close by her hips, her arms going about my neck and head as I nibbled lightly on her sexy little brownish-pink nipples, nuzzling her small, high breasts, squeezing and jiggling her taut little bum as I did so.

"We'll call that payment for snotting all over my shirt, shall we?" I teased her, giving her rump a light pinch on each cheek before letting her go. 

Sai stuck out her tongue, slid on a thong and a wispy bra, skin-tight leggings, a loose, off the shoulder top, and flat-soled slipper-shoes.

"Right, let's go, breakfast is on me, I hope you like park food, I want to go to the zoo and stroll in Regent's Park!"

I, however, was reacting a little too well to the sight of her in her cute outfit, and the picture of her slim body before she desecrated it by putting on clothes, and pulled her close for another serious grope of her equipment, my own equipment also taking note of her nearness, and jumping up to catch my attention, and hers as well...

"Why Harry, whatever are you doing?" she purred at me, grinding her crotch against mine, making me even harder, and slipping her arms around my neck to pull me in close for a long and very stimulating kiss. 

"Honestly, Harry, if you wanted to play silly buggers, you could have interrupted me before I got dressed; now I have to strip off again. How annoying!" she teased me, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings and sliding them down a couple of inches, before I slid my hands inside the back of them and cupped her sexy little bum-cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart as she reached up to kiss me again. She pushed me so I fell backwards onto the bed, pulling her down with me, giggling as she kissed me, the feel of her curved smiling lips against mine unbearably sexy.

Sai wriggled out of her leggings and panties, lying on top of me in just her loose top, her nipples already stiff and clearly defined as they rubbed against my chest, and began to kiss me more seriously, languorously rolling her tongue against mine, tasting me as I tasted her, rubbing her naked quim against me. I was terribly torn between letting go of her superb bum or undoing my own trousers and unleashing Harry Jr. and decided that her bum was going to be freely available, whereas even the most dedicated shagging-machine has only a limited number of erections available per day. Get while the getting's good, as Grandpa always said! 

Sai seemed to pick up on this inner conflict of mine, and took matters into her own hands, as it were. Kneeling up on the bed, she unhooked my trouser button, unzipped my flies, and yanked them off all in one fluid movement, including my shorts in the performance, leaving me naked with a truly bone-chilling erection. With a happy sigh, Sai Fong leaned in and engulfed my penis in her soft warm mouth, her tongue gently rasping and sliding around and behind the head, licking in the slit, and sucking inexorably. I knew I couldn't stand this for long, as she well knew, so I reluctantly disengaged from her, pulling her up beside me to kiss her and nuzzle her breasts through the fabric of her top. Sai smiled and leaned back, closing her eyes when I trailed my fingers down her flat tummy to her sparse pubic hair, gently ruffling the soft fine fuzz and probing lower, to caress her soft slim labia. As I kissed and nibbled her lips and tongue, I slowly worked my finger into her secret place, feeling her lips open and softly swell as she became more aroused, moisture seeping from her, and the hard little nub of her clitoris making itself felt. Sai jumped and sighed when my gently questing fingers touched or caressed her clitoris, and her hands entwined themselves around my head, pulling me in closer to kiss me more ardently, more passionately, more lovingly.




All I Ever Wanted Ch. 02



At last, my hands on her vulva, my fingers stimulating her, were not enough, and she whispered to me "Harry...please, you know what I like..." and her hands urged me downwards, kissing her in a trail from between her lovely little clothed breasts, down over her midriff and stomach, to her vulva. The smell of her was rich and warm and fresh, her excitement an additional tangy note, sharp and enticing, and I moved between her legs to kiss and nibble at her exposed secret place, eager to taste her again. 

Sai began to murmur and sigh, head shaking from side to side as her body arched and spasmed in time to my licking and nibbling, her sighs in counterpoint to my stabbing tongue as I feasted on her womanly flesh, her musk dazzling and exciting me. I probed and licked, lapped and sucked for what seemed hours, taking Sai Fong to the brink over and over again, each time I could sense her pulling back, prolonging the sensations, until she pulled her legs right up against her chest, exposing her little pink pucker, and groaned "Please Harry, in there, now, shove your tongue in my arse, please darling....!" I obliged, stiffening my tongue and pushing it into her anus as hard as I could,. Sai screamed as her orgasm rolled over her, her vulva spasming and her anus contracting, tightening around my tongue-tip and forcing it out. I slid my finger into her damp and seeping anus, and she groaned as a fresh wave of orgasm rolled through her, making her body shudder with the intensity of it.

I moved back over her, and she opened her eyes to look and me, smiling as she blew me a kiss, and pulled me down into her, guiding my cock into her, making her groan as I filled her, then began sliding my cock in and out, making Sai clench and sigh as orgasms continued to break through her, the convulsions in her pussy sucking and rippling at my cock, the sensation delightful and impossible to resist. I came with a loud groaning sigh, pulsing jets of spunk into her hot pussy, coating her vaginal walls with me, meeting Sai Fong as she orgasmed with me, both of us giving the ultimate pleasure to each other. 

As w lay, hearts hammering and breath in short supply, we smiled and laced our fingers together, sure of at least one thing in the entire world; I knew I was in love with this beautiful girl, and I wasn't going to let her go.

Finally, heart-rate back to normal, we lay together, still languid in the afterglow of passion, talking softly about how we would live and love in the days to come. 

"Harry, you do love me, don't you?" 

"Princess, I love you more than I can say. I don't know how to fully express how I adore each and everything about you, all I can say is that I love and want you so badly it hurts!"

"And the future, will we have one?" she asked, "because I can't see anything for me without you there. Harry, I love you so much, have done for so very long, all I can see in my future is you, and my family with you, and our life together. Am I wrong to be so definite about what I want out of this life?" 

There were tears in her beautiful eyes, and I realised that she was waiting for me to ask her the one question that would seal us together forever.

"Sai Fong, I want nothing in this life but you and the happiness you bring me. Will you be my wife, marry me, have our children and stay with me forever?"

Sai looked deeply into my eyes, looking for the hesitation, the deceit or the reluctance, finding none of these things. I was sincere; I love Sai Fong, always have, and always will. She smiled, tears standing in her eyes, and kissed me tenderly, "Yes Harry" she whispered, "I will marry you, one day soon, and make beautiful little Harry's of my own!"

I thought of something, and slid off the bed, padded over to the dressing table and rummaged in the drawer until I found what I was looking for. I went back to the bed, and pulled Sai up to her knees, took her left hand and slid my maternal grandmother's engagement ring onto her finger. "Sai, this was my grandmother's, she left it for me to give to the girl I married, and now I'm giving it to you as a symbol of my troth, of my intent to marry you. Will you accept it from me?" 

Sai smiled tremulously and two big tears rolled down her soft cheeks, but she looked me in my eyes and replied "I accept this from you with all my heart, as a symbol of our love and intent to marry. Thank you Harry darling!" She suddenly giggled, louder and louder, until she was laughing and holding her sides. I waited until she'd finished, and gave her a quizzical look.

"I'm sorry darling" she said, "I just realised that when your grandmother gave you this ring, she probably envisioned your intended wouldn't have been quite so rudely naked when you proposed!"

I burst out laughing as I got Sai's point; I think Grandmother probably would have had difficulty visualising what I was looking at right now!

I just had one more thing to make clear, though, just in case the romance of the situation had clouded a couple of issues that we needed to keep in clear sight. 

"Just a little caveat though, you sexy piece, you! Dad is still going to be a tough nut to crack, so, unless you want to start World War 3 with extreme prejudice, I'd keep the ring out of his sight until we really can't anymore. At some point we are going to tell him, and I'd rather we did it our way than he put it together himself and come gunning for us. OK?"

Sai nodded her agreement "While I'm with you, Harry, I'm wearing this sparkler, OK? I want the world and his wife to know we're officially engaged!"

I gathered her into me, and helped her disrobe completely, counting and kissing her nipples. I had to do it many times, I kept getting the number wrong, and Sai giggling and jiggling wasn't helping one little bit!

Eventually, I managed to decoy her into the shower, where the hot water had recovered somewhat, and we managed to get in a surprisingly satisfying shower (although I defy any straight man on the planet to get into a shower with a nubile naked girl and claim the shower was anything but satisfying!)

Sai had said before that she wanted to go to Regents Park and visit London Zoo, so once we were ready, we headed off there.

We took a bus to Regent's Park, and strolled along The Broadwalk, down Chester Road, and over to the Garden Cafe, for a breakfast of croissants, coffee cake and espresso.

It's a long walk from there to London Zoo, but we took our time, walking hand in hand, stopping frequently to, in Sai's words, 'friendly-up' which consisted mainly of her hugging and kissing me enthusiastically, me returning the favour with gusto. I was gratified to see nearly every man we passed, and quite a few women, check Sai out, staring at her as we passed. In the morning sunlight she looked absolutely flawless, skin glowing with health, pink and fresh, that special 'peaches and cream' complexion some Chinese girls have, her hair like dark burnished copper in the sun, highlights glinting and sparkling, her willowy figure, coral pink, rosebud lips and sexy almond eyes stopping people in their tracks. Sai is tall, and very pretty, not beauty-queen beautiful, but fresh, girlish and adorable, and she's no cover-girl, but then, I'm no movie star, so we balance out, and the combination of her exotic looks and slim figure was truly arresting. When we arrived at the zoo, she walked around enthralled, the animal enclosures fascinating her. I was intrigued, seeing as we have several zoos and a safari park within fairly easy reach of the house in Cosford, and I was fairly sure one elephant looks pretty much like another, wherever you see it. 

She explained. 

"Dudley Zoo is dire, Chester Zoo is depressing, all that concrete and pickpockets, and West Midland's Safari Park is boring; half the animals hide in the deep woods, all you ever see are gigantic turds, moth-eaten camels ambling across the road and spitting on the cars, and geriatric rhino's slumped over in the sun; are they asleep, paralysed, comatose, dead? Not riveting. Then, as if that weren't enough, the bloody monkeys climb on the cars and masturbate like they've just discovered it, or piss all over the windscreen. There's nothing more certain to put a damper on the day than watching a baboon with a hard-on sitting on the bonnet and grinning at you, pulling his pudding as he yanks off the windscreen-wipers, then driving home in a car sans wipers, reeking of monkey-piss and covered in baboon-spunk!"

I laughed in delight, she was obviously recovered, her sense of humour back in gear. "You are the most foul-mouthed, vulgar girl I've ever met!" I chuckled, Sai Fong grinning back at me. "That's nothing, some of the stuff written on the Upper 6th Form toilet wall would make a dockworker blush!" Now I was really intrigued. 

"Go on, please, how bad can it be?"

I soon found out. 

Sai smiled wickedly. "My favourite goes like this:

Here's to the cut that never heals,

The harder you stroke it, the softer it feels,

You can wash it in soap; you can wash it in soda,

But nothing gets rid of the fish-bucket odour!" 

I laughed out loud, Sai grinning alongside me. "I knew you'd like it, Harry; that was a mild one, some of the others are too disgusting for words!"

We strolled around a little more, ate hotdogs and ice-creams, and took that long walk back to Marylebone Road to get the bus back home, stopping off at the little corner shop so Sai could buy something for a late lunch, as she'd promised. Once back in the flat, she made me sit and watch TV while she prepared lunch. I was used to pub-grub or eating out of the microwave, so I was looking forward to a real cooked meal for a change.

Lunch was rice, bean-sprouts, pak choi, sliced pork, chicken and cashews in a rich dark tangy sauce, something she made at home a lot for Dad, something her mother had taught her, and it was filling and tasty. Lunch finished, we cleared up, washed up, and sat together watching Saturday TV, or rather Sai watching TV, and me watching Sai, always a worthwhile occupation.

At last, she stood up, stretching, pecked me on the lips and wandered into the bedroom, calling out to me a few minutes later. I followed her voice, and there she was, wearing her skin, looking extremely desirable, edible, and available. 

"Hi Harry, my clothes seem to have suddenly fallen off, should I put them on again?" she grinned, watching me undress in a hurry, almost falling over in my rush to climb out of my jeans and yank my shirt off. I had been walking around with her all day, my hormone levels jacked-up by the knowledge that this girl was my fiancée, and I wanted to do naughty things to her all day, only constrained by the fact that we were in public!

I climbed onto the bed next to her, pulling her in close, her scent fresh and clean, smelling like flowers and fresh air. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me gently, sliding her arms around my neck and leaning back, pulling me down onto her. I slid my arms around her slim waist, holding her by the small of her back as I pulled her into me, my hands wandering down to catch her lovely firm, springy bum cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart, lifting and separating them, making her gasp and giggle "Naughty, Harry, very naughty!" 

Her hands meanwhile had slipped down to wrap one hand around my cock, gently pumping it as it came to full erection, her other hand lightly squeezing my scrotum, the combined motions of both hands very stimulating. I moved from kissing her lips to kiss down her chin, along her neck and down to her breasts. Sai has small, firm breasts, almost the same shape and size as a champagne coupe, tipped with small neat brownish pink aureoles and nipples that stood up like hard little fingertips when she was aroused. Definitely not bee-stings, but not fun-bags either; in fact, just the right size to fit in my cupped hand; as we used to say in school, more than a handful's a waste! 

I licked and nibbled her nipples, rubbing my tongue over the pinkish nubs, making them stand erect and thrum, almost half an inch long and solid, like rubber, enjoying the feel of them against my tongue as I squeezed and fondled her neat little backside, Sai moaning and sighing as I lapped and nibbled away. Her hands drifted away from my penis, holding my face for a moment before moving to the top of my head, gently but insistently pushing me down, telling me again what she wanted. I kissed and licked down her mid-section, tipping my tongue in her navel, making her sigh, and on down, until I was lapping through her fine silky pubic hair, once again enjoying the sensation of rubbing my tongue through her hair, short fine hairs parting under my tongue tip. I moved to lie between her thighs, Sai Fong lifting her hips so I could slide my hands under her buttocks, holding her pussy up to my mouth, letting me smell her scent, see her lubrication begin to flow as her arousal climbed. Her vulva was almost completely hairless, naturally so, not shaven, and her labia were perfectly framed by the creamy whiteness of her inner thighs, slim and neat, not the thick folds and creases of flesh I had seen with some other girls. I licked her labia, making her gasp and squirm, the flesh darkening as blood engorged her vulva, making her lips puff out, running my tongue gently along the centre line, feeling them loosen and open under my tongue and her juices flow more readily, then rubbing her hooded clitoris gently, bringing her steadily on, making her moan at the sensations radiating from her pussy. I love to eat pussy, and I was enjoying myself, savouring her fluids, the taste salty and sweet, tangy and rich, the smell fresh and wholesome, feminine, tempting and exciting.

Her clitoris slid out under my tongue, pale against the pinkness of her inner lips and vagina, stiffening and protruding as I lapped and sucked. She was moaning louder now, saying my name as I bored in, licking her labia, her clitoris, and running my tongue-tip down to prod at her anal bud, making her jump and quiver, the pink puckered entrance contracting under my tongue. I allowed more saliva to run down my tongue, lubricating her secret hole, rimming her as I penetrated deeper with every pass, one finger stroking her clitoris as I concentrated on her anus, then licking back up again, lapping at her clitoris and slowly sliding a finger into her anus, up to the second knuckle. Sai groaned and pushed her sweet little muff into my face, forcing herself onto my mouth. I pushed back, swirling my tongue over her clitoris as I slowly pumped the finger in her arse, making her hips dance, her groans intensify, and her buttocks flex as she dug her heels in, thrusting and hunching her groin against my face. At last, stimulated to the extreme, she orgasmed, her thighs clamping around my head as she shook and groaned, fingers knotting in my hair to pull my face against her as her orgasm rocketed around her, her juices pouring out around my lips, to coat my lips and drip from my chin onto the bed, her thigh muscles quivering as she rode it out, eventually collapsing back down onto the bed, eyes closed, face relaxed, a small smile on her lips.

Presently, her eyelids fluttered open, and her smile widened. 

"Thank you, Harry, my darling big brother, that was spectacular, remind me to keep you! Although, I'm still wondering whether to forgive you for yesterday, when I caught you thinking, actually thinking, eewww, about the sticky-knicker brigade back home. Oh, OK, you're forgiven! " she smiled, holding her arms out to me, calling me up to her. Wiping my face, I moved up over her, taking my weight on my arms, Sai Fong holding and positioning my penis, then nodding and smiling. I pushed forward slowly, once again that look of concentration on her face as I entered her, dropping down to my elbows so I could kiss her as I fucked her. Sai wrapped her hands around my head, pulling me down to her to snake her tongue between my lips, tasting herself as she tasted me, kissing me long and hard, gently rubbing her hands over my face and the back of my head as I pumped into her. She raised up to meet my thrusts, clamping her pussy muscles around my cock as I pumped, sending shivers of delight throughout my entire midsection, and I knew I wouldn't last long with her doing that. Sai sensed that I was nearing the brink, and relaxed, backed down her pumping, easing her massaging of my cock with her vaginal walls, slowing down our arousal, giving us more time to enjoy each other. I pumped into her in slower, measured rhythm, savouring her moist warmth, her flesh surrounding my flesh, the feel and sight of her. Alas, even I couldn't delay for too long what I wanted most, to fill her with my spunk, and my rhythm and pace increased, my excitement rising exponentially, each thrust into her jacking up my excitement ever further, until I was pumping away at her as fast as I could. She was there right alongside me, matching me thrust for thrust, her head thrown back, breath coming in gasps, pumping back at me more and more urgently as I speeded up, until we came together, Sai with a long, wavering moan, her pussy walls rippling on my cock, sucking and squeezing at me, making me come, hard, sperm shooting out of me to splash in jets inside her as I gasped out loud, a long, inarticulate groan of release.

We lay together, dazed and winded, hearts beating like drums, thundering in our ears, slowly subsiding as we calmed, touching, nibbling, and stroking each other. 

Sai was the first to recover, raising herself on one elbow, lying on her side to look at me, a small smile on her lips.

"So, Harry, is it going to be like this every time, or are you making a special effort because I'm your sister-stroke-fiancée?" she grinned, eyes mischievous, lips curving in a wide smile. I looked back at her, grinned and pulled her close to grab her bum and pinch her rump just hard enough to make her jump.

"Does that answer your question, Princess?" I grinned at her, she thudding me in the chest in return and replying "I asked you a question; I didn't request you pinch my arse. Are you always this good, or am I experiencing the first glow, and is it downhill from here?" she persisted, a glint in her eyes.

"Princess, you inspire me, you know, the whole 'fine wine, finally decanted' thing; after the long dance and exquisite torture you put me through over the last four years, I think you can expect the excitement level, on my part at least, to maintain at a generally high level; so I think this is probably the ground-state of our sex-life for the foreseeable future; count yourself lucky, some girls get no guarantees at all! Having said that, I hope you've had enough for now, I need to recover my strength; you are very exciting to be with, but so very draining on the resources!"

Sai scooted over, hugging me tightly. "Harry, you do love me, right? This is not just you feeding my fantasy?" "I've always loved you, Princess," I replied, "I told you, you're wearing my ring because I love you so very much, now let me rest for a while; I need to be on top form for later, I know you'll want to play again soon!"

Sai Fong smiled, kissed me on the chin, snuggled down, and was soon breathing evenly, fast asleep in a couple of minutes.

I lay for a while, thinking about how I'd got to here, how we were going to make this work, and how long we could keep this up. At some point, one of us was going to make a slip, and Dad, absent-minded and mild as he was, was going to go ballistic, at the very least; more likely he'd slice and dice me. Not even wanting to dwell on the possible consequences, I thought about ways to disguise our relationship for the next couple of months or so. In September Sai would be coming down to London. She had been unable to get a room in student halls, of course, and, in the normal course of things she would have had to find a flat to share, or at least a room to let in a house, a hefty expense for Dad. With Sai staying with me, that expense was taken off the page, something he was going to breathe a sigh of relief over, which should help defuse the whole art-school thing somewhat. Holidays and free weekends were going to be problematic. Perhaps it would be best if we never had a free weekend together, one or other of us going home, not both at the same time; fewer complications, certainly, as it meant no temptation, plus it looked more natural if we portrayed ourselves as roommates, living separate lives, rather than unconsciously acting like a couple, doing everything together, probably giving ourselves away eventually. I'd also have a look and see if I could swap or replace the couch with a sofa bed, that way if Dad ever visited, we had two beds in the flat, one hers and one mine, nothing to raise eyebrows or suspicions. 




All I Ever Wanted Ch. 02



Although, another track in my brain started playing, why not just keep Sai here, tell dad about us, it was going to happen anyway, why not do it in a way that kept the tension and anger to a minimum? I knew that, given any sort of ultimatum, a choice between dad and me, Sai would choose me. Perhaps we should just tell him, face the music, take our chances with dad's reaction. I would run that one past Sai at a later date, after I'd had a chance to plot out how best to set that particular scenario in motion. 

All our immediate problems resolved, or at least considered calmly, I took to contemplating Sai Fong as she slept. She really was worth contemplating; it was no wonder a posse of boys had trailed around after her from the age of 12; as she got older one after the other asking her out, and all getting knocked back. She had a lovely, firm, tight figure, round and shapely bum, lovely firm boobs, not too small, but not jugs either, thick, striking, bright-auburn hair, long slim legs, and her exotic features, part Asian, part European, all beautiful. She had teased and tormented me for so long, and I'd been scared stiff of her, of what she might do, or worse, what she might tempt me to do. Now it was done, and it felt just grand. I wanted her, and she wanted me, so all else was detail. She was going to have to bite her lip in Shropshire for the next three months, though; it was only June, and her courses started in mid-September, while I would have to remain in London for the summer. The programme I was in was a loan-out to the aerospace industry, so I had several design research projects to get knocked into shape; the money I was getting paid for it would pay my rent until Easter, so it was just too good to pass-up. She would just have to sweat until September, whether she liked it or not. If she could manage the occasional weekend, well and good, but I was definitely locked in until Mid-September. 

When we went home, I'd talk to Dad about the benefits of Sai in university round the corner from me, under my eye, doing what she wanted to do, against the prospect of unleashing her on people who were foolishly expecting to get well at some point. 

While I was woolgathering, thinking about what comes next, feeling the urge gathering somewhere below my belt-buckle (if I'd been wearing a belt), Sai woke up from her nap, checking my watch to see how long she'd been asleep. 

"Harry, when we go home, next week, I mean, I suppose we won't be able to shag like bunnies, will we?" The image made me shudder, pictures of Dad walking in and finding us twined together naked making my blood pressure drop to almost zero. 

"Christ, Sai, that would be really fucking stupid, why are you even asking?" I choked out, nerves suddenly jangling, trying to get the sudden image of my slow death out of my head, my incipient erection dropping back to nothing, lying there looking at me reproachfully, fear written all over its little one-eyed face.

"Harry, you should let me finish what I was saying, don't interrupt, its rude and pointless. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we can't do this in the house, so we'll have to make alternative arrangements. Harry! Are you listening? Why have gone so pale?"

"Princess, much as I love you, I refuse to even consider thinking about the possibility of there being the remotest chance of us even accidentally having any sort of contact other than 'good morning', are you hearing me? We agreed last night, appropriate behaviour only, yes? Don't even think about lowering the bar. I've only got one life; I would like to use it for a while longer!"

"Harry Waterfield, if you don't shut-up and listen, I swear I will stick a fingernail in the end of your knob and twist it hard, OK? Now shut up!"

I subsided, trying to clear the image of my post-mortem report so vividly printed in my mind's eye: "the victim was bludgeoned, shot, strangled, castrated, dismembered and fed to dirty weasels. Foul play cannot be ruled out...."

"Harry, HARRY! Earth to Harry, Earth to Harry!" It was Sai Fong. "Harry, obviously we can't go randomly shagging about the place; Dad only works in Lichfield, and if we hop into bed and he decides to come home early, or forgets something and turns round, we are in deep cack, forever," I interrupted. "YOU'LL be in deep cack, I'll be in the onion bed, fertilising next year's crop!"

"Harry, I said, do not interrupt me! And stop being so melodramatic! What I was going to suggest was, when you stop quaking in your boots, if the need is too great, we have a 'night out' in Telford, or Shrewsbury, we call in that we've had a couple of drinks, driving is out of the question, so we're staying at the Travelodge in Battlefield, or somewhere similar, see you in the morning, etc. That way, we get at least one night together during this week, yes? It works for me, how about you?" 

I didn't know anyone in Shrewsbury, and the Travelodge there was on an A-road, not a busy motorway stop. 

"OK Sai, you convinced me, but only if we're absolutely desperate, and to be honest, with Dad breathing down our necks, how desperate are we going to get? Tell you what, just to keep you damped-down, why don't you go and visit Gran!"

"Not fucking funny, Joker –Boy, why don't I call up some of my 'giggling-ninny' girlfriends to sit with you so they can all stare at your crotch and cream themselves, that should keep you occupied, you like day-dreaming about that bunch of scrubbers drooling at you into their sticky knickers, don't you?" smirked Sai Fong, knowing the last thing I wanted was a bunch of empty-headed wannabe predators staring at me like I was meat.

"Ouch! Touché Sai, good comeback!" I grinned feebly. 

"And now Harry, now that we have that settled, there's something I need to hear from you; waiting Harry, waiting!" smiled Sai.

I pulled her close to me, kissed her long and deeply, and said "Sai Fong, long have I known you for yea, these many years now, and I would ask, nay beg, that you grant me the fondest desire of my heart. Sai Fong, Star of the East, Beloved Pearl of the Orient, may I play with your wobbly bits?"

She grinned and thumped me on the chest, saying "You say the nicest things, you smooth talking bastard!" So saying, she slid her arms around me, kissing me soundly, and continuing down my neck to my chest, licking my nipples, and pushing me over onto my back, her hand finding and fondling my now semi-erect penis, rubbing and squeezing it to full stretch, pumping as she kissed down my abdomen. She continued on down until her lips touched my cock, kissing down the shaft to my scrotum, licking and teasing, finally slowly, gently sucking one of my testicles into her mouth, lightly sucking on it, rolling her tongue around it , before letting go and pulling in the other testicle for the same treatment. My cock was thrumming by now, and Sai began gently kissing up the stem again, finally licking and teasing the crown, sliding her tongue around the slit in the end before licking her lips and sliding them over the end, sucking me into her mouth and beginning a slow sucking motion, her head bobbing as she sucked nearly all my cock into her mouth, then sliding back up again, to tease and rub the end, then a slow, steady suctioning, squeezing my balls as I bucked under her, my own hand rubbing and caressing her pussy, her face flushing as my hand worked her up. 

My climax came suddenly. I felt my cock throb as my sperm rose, as did she, clamping her lips around the crown and looking me in the eyes as I shot several jets of sperm into her mouth, my hips bucking as she jerked my cock smoothly, encouraging me to shoot more, until I was wrung dry, my hips finally coming to rest on the bed. Sai looked at me and smiled, her face still flushed, and I slid down the bed, urging her up to me, to straddle my face. She held onto the headboard for support as I pulled her down to me, her engorged pussy directly above my mouth as I licked and sucked her vulva, running my tongue over and into her vagina, teasing her inner lips, lapping her clitoris, while she moaned and shuddered above me. She came strongly, a flood of her juices drizzling into my mouth and over my face, her thighs quivering on either side of my head, her knees clamping on my head as she gave a muted scream, grinding her vulva into my face, rubbing her clitoris against me to prolong her orgasm. 

All done, Sai slid back down me, coming to rest lying on top of me, kissing me softly as her orgasm died away, murmuring, rubbing my arms, my chest, my shoulders, neck, and finally my face, looking up at me as she lightly traced the contours of my features, grinning as she did so, as did I, remembering the girl who loved so much to do that all those years ago.

Finally she stirred. "Harry, I'd like to go to a nice pub, have a drink, my first evening out with my...fiancée" said with a slow grin, "do you know one around here?" 

My local was pretty good, no noisy jukebox or big-screen sports TV, just a quiet pub with good beer, good food, a good place to relax after a long day. I smacked her lightly on her succulent little bum.

"Up you get then, missy, my local's pretty good, no laddish behaviour, nice food; you want to check it out?"

Sai did, so we got showered, (a necessity, considering what we'd been doing!) and headed out for a quiet evening out, just the two of us.

My local was a typical London pub, Victorian, lots of polished wood and red plush, framed prints and brass light fixtures, but cool and airy. We sat and chatted about how we'd got here, where we were going, and what she was wanted to do when she finished university. Nobody bothered us, except for one amusing incident. Two City boys, probably in their late twenties had come in and were sitting at the bar, Armani suits, shirts, shoes, ties, belts, the whole uniform. They'd spotted Sai, and couldn't seem to take their eyes off her. I didn't blame them, I felt that way myself. She saw this, and seemed amused by it. I told her, if it worried her, I could go and have a word with them, but she laughed it off. Anyway, I had to go to the Gents, and when I came back one of them was trying to chat her up. I watched, waiting to see if she wanted any help. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she said something I couldn't hear, causing him to jerk his hand back and almost run back to his friend, shuddering, the two of them drinking up and leaving in a hurry. I walked back to the table, asked her what that was all about. Sai laughed. "He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere with him. I said I'd love to, but we had to be careful, I was just getting over a raging case of syphilis!"

I always knew Sai could take care of herself.

We got back to the flat late, and heated up the remains of lunch for another late supper, lounging around and chatting, laughing, remembering, Sai telling me about her early childhood, about Dad, and her life with him and her mother when she was small, and about Hong Kong and Guangzhou. We talked about my school-days and my early life with Grandpa and Gran, and how I missed them, Gran's unrelenting hostility towards Sai over the years since she'd arrived, and Sai's dismissive contempt for her. When we finally fell into bed, it was to sleep; I had no more stamina for sexual gymnastics, even the thought of holding and sleeping naked with Sai evoking only a minor response before I fell asleep.

I awoke to the sounds of breakfast, Sai Fong frying bacon and sausages, two of my favourite food groups (the others are sugar, grease, French fries and brown crunchy bits).

She called me, and there was my favourite breakfast, although, on the down side, there was also Sai preparing to eat her nauseating peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwich; I ate with my eyes closed.

We discussed which car we'd take back to Cosford, as I wasn't certain Sai Fong's battered Golf was up to the 150 mile drive, it looked like it had only just survived the drive down, and there was a CD player in my car, so at least she could listen to her music. Dad was expecting us back sometime on Monday, so we had one more day and night together, then we'd have to sneak around if we wanted to play any time over the next week. As it was a bright sunny day, I asked Sai what she wanted to do, and so we ended up doing the Serpentine Gallery in Hyde Park, The Tate Modern, The Museum of Mankind, and a long afternoon at the Victoria and Albert Museum. Sai was going to be an art student, so she wanted to check on where her source material was available, so I went along with it, although the Tate Modern baffled me.

We lunched at a greasy spoon I knew in Camden, the best fry-up in London, and then on to the V&A, finally getting home about 6. Sai made dinner again, just a grill, we were really too tired for anything else, and relaxed until the protein had done its thing, revitalising me, and getting some interesting looks from Sai. When I jumped up and grabbed her hand to lead her to the bedroom, I heard the whispered "At last!", and suppressed a grin; it was her fault for dragging me on a criss-cross trail across London!

This time, I got to undress her, something I had been planning for a while. I pulled her close, popping the button on her jeans and sliding them down, marvelling at the smooth unblemished skin of her thighs, the perfect muscle tone, and the swell of her panty-clad buttocks. Sai leaned on me to step out of her jeans, holding up her arms as I pulled her top over her head, and unhooked her bra, sliding my hands round to cup and squeeze her breasts as she pulled her bra away, leaving her leaning against me, gently rubbing my erecting cock as I squeezed and rubbed her breasts slowly, nibbling her neck and kissing her ear, licking her throat and rubbing my cock against her panties, the only thing she was wearing now. Sai Fong reached behind her back and fumbled with the button on my jeans, pulling them open and pushing them down, leaving me to step out and kick them away. I let go of her to pull my shirt off, Sai now turning to face me and tugging my boxers down, while I slid my hands into the back of her panties, pushing them down, squeezing and fondling her bum cheeks, wondering at the lovely firm springiness of them, the taut muscles and soft skin.

She wriggled her hips, and her panties slid the rest of the way down leaving her, at last, completely naked.

I led her to the bed, laying her down and sliding in next to her, kissing her and being kissed back, touching, stroking, caressing, rewarding me with little sighs and gasps for pleasuring her. She in turn rubbed and smoothed her hands over my torso, lightly pinching my nipples, making me gasp, stroking and squeezing my scrotum, lightly brushing her hand across my erect penis, making it jump, pulling me down to her to kiss and lick her nipples, standing erect, hard and tempting, inviting me to gently nibble and nip with my teeth, making her jump and gasp. I was going to slide down, find her wetness and pleasure her there first, but she pulled me up to her, looking me in the eyes. 

"Harry, my fiancée, you are my husband-to-be and I love you, so please, make love to me!"

I moved across her, her thighs parting as I moved between them, to raise up over her, looking into her eyes as she smiled up at me, my penis already against her labia. She nodded, and I moved forward, penetrating slowly, enjoying the feel of the slick, hot succulent flesh enfolding my penis as I slid further in, until I was in to the hilt, her look of satisfaction my reward as I filled her up. I began pumping, slowly at first, until she began rising up to meet me, pumping back, driving herself onto me, her clitoris a hard nub rubbing against the rough hairs at the base of my cock as we pumped together. Sai lifted her legs, wrapping them around mine , giving herself more leverage to drive herself further onto me, dragging her clitoris against me, rubbing herself off, and pulling my head down to her, to kiss and hold me, lips clamped to mine as we hammered at each other, until finally, we both climaxed, her vaginal walls rippling and sucking at my cock as I pumped jet after jet of spunk into her body, the feel of my heat in her setting of fresh tremors, her orgasm bringing a loud groaning wail as she climaxed again, her pussy clenching tight around me as she rode out her climax. Eventually she came down, releasing me to fall back, winded and quivering, unable to speak as we lay and looked at each other, kissing and murmuring as the fires died away. I was shattered, lungs working overtime, winded and sated, for now. Sai looked over at me, turned on her side to touch my chin for a second, then whisper "Don't get too comfortable, stud, this may be our last night for the next three months, so try and work up a little enthusiasm, won't you!" 

We woke and made love twice more that night, each time more satisfying than the previous, the knowledge that it would be risky and probably not possible to get together during the week I was there adding poignancy, imminent loss adding to the urgency and passion. Sai cried when we had to disengage that last time, knowing she might not have this again for a long time, or what seemed like a long time. The sight of her crying did strange things to me, so I weakened and made a compromise with her. If her need for me proved too much, she would come and spend a week or two, three max, over the course of the three months, telling Dad she wanted to check out the galleries and museums prior to starting her course. I would be busy during the days, but she'd have my undivided attention all evening. It was as much as I could do without rousing his suspicions, but she jumped at it, breaking up those three months into, for her, manageable chunks.

The next day, I called the RAC to have a look at her car. There was nothing they could do, one suggestion being that we quote 'get in a priest, mate, it needs the Last Rites' unquote, so they arranged to have it trailered home for her, and we drove back to Shropshire. We arrived back home a typical older brother/younger sister combo, and prepared to wait out the summer until we could be together the way we wanted.

Of course, a week of sneaking around and quick fumbling was more than human flesh could stand, and Sai has such delectable flesh... 

Keeping my hands off her was exquisite torture. What I wanted to do was an extended bout of freestyle, no-holds barred jungle-fucking; what I actually got was cold showers and long runs morning and evening. Even risking a quickie was out of the question, Dad was absent-minded enough to forget stuff and turn round, come back home again, something he did with almost clockwork regularity, and just because he was based in Lichfield, a reasonable distance away, there was no guarantee that was where he actually was; he might just spend the day at ABRO in Donnington, which was just up the road near Telford, or at RAF Cosford, 500 yards away, and so be home long before his expected time. We ended up having to remain completely hands off, for the most part, although on one memorable occasion we managed the feat of waving Dad off from an upstairs window while being naked from the waist down, my cock buried in her from the back between her buttocks and my finger rubbing her squidgy minge to bring her off, all the while keeping an eye on the end of the road in case he came back. Fun, but too, too risky for a reprise. It was getting to me, and the ploy we'd devised, the 'evening out and night in a motel because we'd been drinking' ruse sounded better all the time. One snag; one of my friends' mum was a housekeeper at the only Travelodge in town, and she knew both of us, so that plan died; we had to resort to a couple of quick blowjobs, and me eating out Sai with all the doors double-locked so if Dad came home unexpectedly we'd have a decent chance of getting out of 'flagrante' in reasonable time. Sai isn't one of those legendary girls who goes off like a rocket at the touch of her button; oh no, once you light her blue touch-paper, you have an extraordinarily long time before she goes off, so quickies were not tolerated, because she got nothing out of them, and I couldn't risk the leisure to attend to her properly, in case I looked up to see dad and his shotgun staring back. I understood that dad and Sai had actually been family together, had lived as a family from her birth, so his connection with her was a lot more emotionally loaded than my relationship with dad – we were effectively strangers, related by marriage, his, but otherwise with no real connection. For this reason alone I was afraid/reluctant to reveal our relationship until we had no option. Sai Fong was his little girl; I'd never been his little boy, and I had no way of predicting how he'd react, as I didn't really know him at all.




All I Ever Wanted Ch. 03



The first thing I felt was someone getting on to the bed with me and settling between my outstretched legs. After a very brief moment a hand touched my left breast and fondled it, caressed it almost. Then the person obviously moved forward as a soft, wet tongue began to circle my already enlarged nipple. My ex-husband knew that I loved my nipples being licked and sucked; almost as much as he used to enjoy doing it. What I didn't know was who it was that was now lavishing such exquisite torture to both my nipples. Ever since he had tied me to the bed, my arms and legs stretched to their limits, blindfolded me with a black satin scarf and pushed my dirty knickers into my mouth, he had not uttered a word except to explain that, with all my other senses being deprived, the sensations that I was about to experience would be exaggerated to the extreme.

"Click".

Well that answered one question; the sound of the camera photographing someone sucking on my nipples had come from the side of the bed. There was no way one person could be doing both. It wasn't the first time my ex had allowed someone else to fuck me; I guess this was going to be one of those days when I would have to satisfy two men at once. I had been so embarrassed the first time he shared me, even though I was fucked like never before and I came so many times I could hardly walk out of the hotel room. It's not that I was a prude during our married life but he was always more adventurous, always wanting to try something new. Now I knew that he could do anything he wanted with me and I couldn't say no. If he'd just wanted sex I could have lived with that, enjoyed it even. He wanted more than that. He wanted to fuck me anyway he pleased. He wanted to cum in my pussy and my bum. He wanted to use and abuse me. And there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

The other person's mouth was now alternating between both of my throbbing nipples, licking one while rubbing the other between their fingers. If I'd still been wearing my knickers instead of tasting myself from them then I know they would have been soaking from the juices leaking from my pussy; as it was, I could feel them trickling out and down the crack of my bum. 

"I told you the slut would like it. Look at her. Her cunt's absolutely dripping."

Another question answered. My ex's voice came from the same direction as the sound of the frequent "clicks" of the camera. Whoever's mouth was now trying to suck each of my huge breasts in turn into their mouth was not my ex but obviously knew what they were doing as I could feel my whole body tense with the first stirrings of my orgasm. It had always been the same with my breasts; any attention to them and I was close to cumming. When I felt my knickers being removed from my mouth I gulped in a huge lungful of air but that wasn't allowed to continue as someone's hard prick was stuffed into my open mouth. As my nipples continued to be assaulted, I sucked the cock (my ex's, I presumed) and gave myself over to my rapidly approaching explosion. I sucked and sucked; the tongue licked and licked; sucked and licked; sucked and licked until finally it hit me and I screamed out around my mouthful of cock and shook uncontrollably. He kept fucking my face, the tongue kept licking, until I came back down to normal and realised that, once again, he had forced me to cum for him and someone else I wasn't even allowed to see. I couldn't deny that my ex knew how to make me cum but I hated him with every inch of my being for what he made me do and, now, who he made me do it with. 

He pulled his cock from my mouth, tore off my blindfold, and asked, "Did you like that?"

I was still trying to adjust my eyes when I felt the tongue leaving my large, extended, left nipple. I looked down to see what sort of man had been brought along to use me this time. I instantly wished I hadn't. Instead of the broad shoulders and dark hair of my ex's best friend that I expected to see (and secretly wished for), I saw the auburn curls and penetrating green eyes of my ex's new girlfriend looking back at me. I had never even kissed another woman before; never even looked at one lustfully; now here was my very nemesis working her way down my body and moving very slowly, very sensuously towards my bald pussy.

"Oh no! Please, no! Not this! Not another woman! Not her! Please!"

"I've told you before, you don't have a choice. You can never say no to me again. Besides, the photos I've taken already and the ones I'm going to take later will be great additions for my blackmail file should you ever try to get out of our "arrangement".

I knew there was nothing I could do, least of all because I was still tied securely to the bed. He could do anything he wanted with me and he obviously had every intention of doing just that. He seemed to be taking as much pleasure from humiliating me as he was from fucking me. She, on the other hand, seemed to be only interested in pleasure.

Her tongue had now reached my hairless pussy. She slowly, tantalisingly, ran her soft tongue up and down the length of my puffy lips. My pussy was pouring with juices and she just seemed to lap them all up. As she eased my lips open with her tongue, she stiffened it and poked it in and out like a small cock. If I could have opened my legs any wider I would have as I wanted more and more of this hateful woman inside me. She must have realised what I wanted because her tongue moved up to my clit and she pressed one, then two, then tree fingers into my pussy.

"That's it! Fuck that cunt. Get your hand up her."

My ex couldn't have been more crude. I hated everything he was forcing me to do yet my body continued to respond to every assault upon it. I had to at least try to resist. How could I let any woman, let alone her, do this to me?

"Please tell her to stop. Please. I'll do anything. Please."

He didn't even look at me. He was too busy watching her forcing her hand deeper and deeper into me. Once she got her fourth finger, then her thumb, inside my aching pussy she made a fist inside me and began to work her wrist in and out of me. Meanwhile her fist was brushing against my G-spot and I knew I was going to cum again.

"That's it! She's going to cum again. Keep going!"

Her hand thrust in and out of me, in and out, in and out. I was being stretched like I had never been stretched before and I knew I was going to cum on this woman's hand. In and out, in and out, I could feel it building deep within me and I knew it was going to be as big as ever.

"Click."

That was it. The thought of my ex photographing me cumming with his girlfriend's hand deep inside my pussy was too much for me. I exploded with an almighty scream and nearly pushed her hand out with the force of my pussy's contractions. It seemed to go on forever as my whole body trembled and convulsed. It seemed as if I would never recover.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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I don't know if it was the noise they were making or the way the mattress was bouncing, along with me, that woke me up but when I opened my eyes I had a birds-eye view of my ex-husband's cock thrusting in and out of his new girlfriend's cunt. They had both straddled my head and shoulders with her back against the wall above the headboard. They had obviously being going at it for some time because within moments I could hear them both screaming in orgasm. (I was trying not to look by this point). As the bed stopped rocking as they slowed down, I took the chance to open my eyes again. Big mistake.

As his cock slipped from her cunt, I could see it was covered in her juices but, worse even that that, was the sight of his spunk slowly dripping from her pussy. The worst thing of all was the fact that it had only one thing to drip on to – my face! 

Sure enough, as my ex husband sank onto my chest and forced his dirty cock into my mouth, he leaned forward and held my head in place, just in time to receive my first drop of his spunk fresh from his whore's cunt. It landed on my forehead just as I realised that the strange taste on his cock was his bitch's cunt juice. Here I was, tasting a woman for the very first time from my ex's prick while she was dropping his cum on me from her dirty cunt. 

I really thought it couldn't get any worse than this; nothing he had made me do already was as degrading as this. Wrong! As he removed his dick from my mouth and got off me, she sunk down on top and her pussy landed right on my mouth.

"Lick it, bitch!" they both shouted in unison.

This was one thing I couldn't force myself to do but when she reached forward and pinched both my erect nipples, hard, I started to lap at her cunt like it was the sweetest of cream. I had always hated the taste of my ex's spunk and he knew this; to have to eat it straight from his latest cunt's cunt was almost too much. Of course he couldn't help himself and I could feel him climb on to the bed as he started to take new photos from all angles. At least, I thought, he hasn't taken any of my face this time. Wrong again!

"Lick her cunt too," he demanded of his slut on top of me and she leaned forward into the classic 69 position. Her position on my mouth shifted slightly so that her cunt could still be reached by my tongue but now I found my nose pressing against her arsehole. And to complete my humiliation I saw my husband appear just above her with his ever-present camera and took a shot of my tongue licking another woman's pussy.

He climbed off the bed and left the room. I didn't have time to worry or think about where he was going because the tongue invading my pussy was doing all the things I liked done to my wet slit. (Had he taught her his technique?) Whoever had taught her it was obviously having the usual effect on me as I soon felt my orgasm building from deep inside me. I was no longer paying any attention to her cunt as the way she was now flicking my clit with her tongue while she plunged two fingers in and out of me meant my whole being was centred on my own cunt. Faster and faster her fingers battered my pussy, slower and slower her tongue lapped at my clit until, very quickly, I came. My juices squirted out, coating her fingers and making a pool on the bed below me. 

Still trembling from my orgasm, I heard her complaining to my ex who had just come back into the room. 

"She didn't make me cum," she whined. 

"Well, let's make her pay for being so selfish. Put this on."

I couldn't see what he had given her from my prone position on the bed and, to be honest, I had no energy left to lift my head. But already I was fearful.

Inexplicably, I looked up to see him unfastening my binds at my wrists then he moved down to the foot of the bed to release my ankles too.

"Move over," was all he said so I slid over to the side of the bed and suddenly saw what he had given his whore. Sticking out from between her legs was the biggest strap-on dildo I had ever seen and I knew I was about to suffer. She got on the bed beside me and lay down on her back.

"Climb on board, slut. I want you to fuck yourself."

I looked in disbelief at him, at her, at this huge plastic cock that I was somehow to fit into my already throbbing pussy. I also knew that I didn't have any choice and if this was to be today's finale then I had better get on with it.

"What are you waiting for, cunt? Get that cock up your pussy and be quick about it."

I struggled up onto my knees, lifted one leg over her prone body and lined up this huge, plastic monster with my hole and very slowly, very gently, started to slide down its length. "Faster, you cunt. I want to see you cum on it."

Like that was ever in any doubt. As I finally got to the bottom of the 12 inch beast and felt our pubic bones resting against each other, I knew that I was being filled like I had never been filled before. As I began to slide myself up and down, up and down her plastic dick I tried to concentrate on the amazing feelings building deep within but all I could see was her grinning face and her tits. I always liked this position for sex but it felt so wrong to look down and see another woman's face, to see her face, to see her pert tits juggling with her attempts to fuck me. As she started to raise her hips to meet my downwards slide, I felt the 12 inches slide deeper and deeper. 

"Are you going to do it now?" she asked him. I didn't know what "it" was but I knew I wasn't going to enjoy it.

"Click."

"Just had to get a final shot of you two fucking," then he dropped the camera, climbed on to the bed behind me and got between my legs. Now I knew what "it" was. He shuffled forward towards me until I could feel his hard cock pressing against my arse cheeks.

"Are you going to do it? Are you going to fuck her up the bum?" she asked incredulously, while her hands reached up and pulled my cheeks apart.

"Oh, yes," was all he said as I felt his dick pressing against my tight hole.

"Do it!" she laughed. "Fuck her arse."

So he did. With one powerful, painful push his whole length slid balls-deep into my arse.

"Fuck her arse, fuck her arse, fuck her big, fat, stinking arse!"

So he did. He fucked my arse while she fucked my cunt."

"Fuck her arse, fuck her arse, fuck her big, fat, stinking arse!"

So he did and I bounced between them like a limp rag doll.

"Fuck her arse, fuck her arse, fuck her big, fat, stinking arse!"

So he did, ploughing into my ravaged hole, leaning forward and pushing me down so my droopy breasts were rubbing against her perfect boobs.

"Fuck her arse, fuck her arse, fuck her big, fat stinking arse!"

So he did, harder and harder, faster and faster until I could feel him swelling up inside me and letting loose more gallons of cum than I had ever imagined possible. 

It was also enough to set me off again and I came for the final time with an intensity that I had never felt. He collapsed on top of me, pushing me even closer to her and all I could see was her smug grin.

When I woke, they were both dressed. I must have been really out of it because I didn't even feel them taking their cocks out of my holes. They left me lying in a pool of cum as usual; left me with his usual, "See you next week;" and left me wondering, as usual, what on earth he was going to do to me next. 



All I Ever Wanted Ch. 03



With special thanks to Mike Riceman for all his valuable comments and advice in preparing this concluding segment. 

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Sai Fong Speaks:

Waiting nearly 4 weeks to see Harry nearly had me climbing the walls. After the nights we'd spent in London, and the frustrating week that darling Harry spent back home, I was ready to just do a disappearing act, turn-up on his doorstep and scream "You want it, Big Boy, here it is, come get it!"

Common sense prevailed, and though dad, poor, dear deluded dad, had given in on the Art School thing, he wasn't prepared to let me go just yet, poor dear, and insisted that I spend this last summer at home with him. I had to go with it, insisting on heading down early was not a good idea, he knew I didn't have to sort out digs or transport, so insisting on moving down so far ahead of time would have started his copper-sense twitching, the very last thing I wanted to happen. 

So I stayed on in Cosford, wanking furiously every chance I got, having increasingly fevered dreams about Harry, his body, making love to me, and pacing around my room crying for him, not that he'll ever find out, will he? I said, WILL HE? Good, you're learning.

When Harry came to get me, I was in a right old state. I could barely contain myself, and all those barbs I'd thrown at him about the 'sticky-knicker brigade' came back to haunt me as I found myself oozing almost constantly, excitement galloping around inside me, knowing that in a few hours I was going to be crawling all over his lovely bod all over again, but for a whole week!

Trying to appear nonchalant when that lovely boy rolled up was the hardest acting job of my life, no sense in falling at the last hurdle, not when dad was sniffing around. I had a selection of my clothes and stuff already packed, the theory being that if I brought it down in stages, I wouldn't have to get dad to bring it all down at once, actually letting him into the flat, seeing the living arrangements weren't exactly the conventional brother/sister setup. Harry looked sideways at me and my, to my mind, barely adequate, amount of luggage, and made comments about most of my stuff, of course, including asking me how many feet I had when he had to find a place in his car for 5 shoe bags, but eventually I was packed and ready for the off. 

I dutifully kissed dad goodbye, watched him slip Harry some money for me when he thought I wasn't looking, good, and yanked my knickers off while dad and Harry were doing that whole, "Well son, harrumph, see you soon, etc," thing that fathers do to avoid kissing their grown-up sons.

As soon as we pulled away, I felt a weight off my chest. I had him back! OK, it was only for a week, but half a loaf is better than no bread at all, and dad was at least being reasonable about this whole week away, so definitely a win. I felt a definite need to celebrate, soon, and decided to give Harry a little of what he'd obviously been missing, if the looks he'd been giving me behind dad's back were anything to go by! As I had no knickers on, I gave him a flash of the old fuzzy door, nearly making the poor boy crash as he jumped and fixed his eyes firmly on the road, although I did notice a nice lump straining at his zipper; good boy! 

They do say that letting the dog see the rabbit makes the chase more interesting, so I kept hiking my skirt up, just to see what it would take for him to tell me to stop, or find a turn-off, locate a quiet lane somewhere, and just give me a good seeing-to. Dirty little beast never said a word, just kept flicking glances at it and sweating! I only stopped when I realised I was giving all the passing trucks an eyeful, and the word was getting around, judging by the line of suspiciously fast trucks and lorries in the near-side lane, racing to get an eyeful! 

When we arrived back at the flat, which luckily isn't too far off the West Way, I let poor, lovely Harry talk me out of helping him lug it all up three flights of stairs. Sweet boy, he's such a gentleman, he'd never consider letting me carry a wet handkerchief, let alone the negligible amount of stuff I had, so I let him do it. This is one of the reasons he needs me; any other girl would take endless advantage of his nature because they'd twig he's a natural gentleman, whereas I take advantage of him because he's mine and I'm allowed to, so I save-up and treasure the times when I can - a privilege I don't intend to abuse. 

If any other girl tried on him what I do, I would Hong-Kong Phooey her arse for taking advantage of my baby. There are two kinds of wrath, God's and mine. Better to take the wrath of God; at least he forgives. Anyone screws with my boy and I will seriously visit them with mayhem and pain a-plenty.

Once we were unloaded, Harry lying there on the lounge carpet pretending to gasp and wheeze, face deliberately red and sweaty, hoping for some sympathy, I enticed him into the bedroom by posing bare-arse naked and smiling invitingly, all the fatigue magically evaporated as he levitated upright and went to work on me, just as I had hoped he would. Harry is a gentle and considerate lover, manly and gorgeous, and I'd been seriously missing what he had so much of, so we'll gloss over the next bit, you know what comes next. Suffice it to say, I saw God that day! Now comes the hard part; I have to go home again in 6 days, and I'm already feeling separation anxiety; this is my home now, with my man, not half-way across the country, and I don't know how I'm supposed to manage even the few weeks 'til I'm back down for good. Harry says I have to bite my lip and tough it out, it's hard on him as well, it's been hard on him all along, but he didn't explode, he didn't keel over with a coronary, so I'm in no danger of anything except possibly giving us away. Sobering thought. 

+++

Harry:

On the Monday I came back from college expecting to find Sai deep in contemplation of one of her art books, with plans to take her out somewhere romantic for dinner, but she was dressed in a killer sparkly black minidress, teetering heels and glossy sheer stockings. She was an eye-opener, no doubt about that, and while I was drinking her all in, I was wondering what this was in aid of.

"Harry, we're young, we're in London, we're going clubbing. Get dressed, I want to show you off a little!"

So saying, she pointed out what she wanted me to wear, already picked out and pressed, and I acquiesced, going with the flow, because the alternative was too painful, and too loud, to contemplate.

Sai wanted to go to Boujis, a hot, exclusive club in central Mayfair. "Uh, Sai, that's a member's only, 21 and over club, you can't get in, and bruisingly expensive -- you'd better have a trust fund, because they'll want to count it before they'll let us in." I reminded her

Sai just grinned. "Harry, I know everyone, and so do you, you just don't use them enough! I made a call, we're on the list, and we're being comp'd as well, courtesy of your old school friends who actually run the place. Honestly, Harry, don't you ever keep-up with anyone?" 

The club was small, hot and expensive. Sai was in her element, spotting some girls she'd attended the Feather's Ball with last year, as well as celebs and a sprinkling of the rich and shameless, and spent a great deal of time popping shots, exchanging phone numbers with old acquaintances and dancing around me while I tried to figure out what she was doing. A few guys tried to pick her up, but the bouncers headed them off before I had to, and the girls they were with laid into them anyway, so we got to grin at the free floorshows. 

Sai Fong obviously wanted to boogie, so I resigned myself to a night of watching her, although, in that dress, she was definitely worth the watch! Several other guys also thought so, and she usually got whistles and applause when she stepped off the dance floor, although she made a point of flopping in my lap and kissing me soundly every so often, just so no-one got any ideas, and probably because she was half-cut...

We left at 3 am, found a kebab place and topped up on gristle and MSG before driving back to the flat. I'd been up 20 hours now, and I had to be back at uni for 11 am, so I was looking forward to some rest and sleep; Sai Fong had other ideas, stripping off for me to tiny little panties, those sexy sheer stockings and stiletto heels. All thoughts of sleep disappeared as my libido went kerchinngg! Naturally, I moved in for the kill, thinking "Yup, that'll do nicely!"

Sai wasn't drunk, just nicely lit-up, and she made a production of posing for me in her 'come and fuck me' get-up, so I grabbed her, kissing and fondling her, nibbling her nipples and squeezing and jiggling her bum-cheeks, kissing passionately as she fumbled with my belt-buckle, helping me strip off to my shorts without breaking lip-lock. She kissed me thoroughly, rubbing her panty-clad mons against my cock, her breathing becoming fast and shallow as she worked herself up, frotting herself while still kissing and fondling me. 

At last she stepped back, smiling, and knelt down, taking hold of the sides of my shorts and sliding them down freeing my tortured cock, allowing it to spring into view, harder than it had ever been before. I have said before, I don't have a mega-dick, but I like to think I'm not exactly under-endowed, either, and all 7 inches were there, on full stretch, for Sai to do with as she pleased. She chose to slide her lips over the end, licking over the tip and behind the head, exquisite sensation as she sucked at the same time, making me gasp in pleasure as the pressure dropped, making my head swell even further, squeezing and pumping her hand slowly in time to her sucking. Much as I enjoyed this, I wanted her to stop; I wanted to pleasure her, hold her tight to me as I entered her, not stand and pump into her mouth. 

She looked at me in surprise, hurt flitting across her face, so I pulled her to her feet, kissing her longingly as I did."Princess, I want to make love to you, all of you, not just like this!" and was rewarded with her sunny grin as she caught my meaning. 

Piloting her to the bedroom, I peeled down her hot, sexy little panties and pulled her onto the bed, hands automatically reaching for her lovely taut bum, pulling her in to me, trapping my cock between us as we kissed. 

"So Harry, did you have a good time?" she cooed, batting her eyelids at me, grinning as she wriggled against me, hand snaking down to grab my cock and fondle it, pumping gently as she licked and nibbled my lips. I responded by gently rolling her onto her back and licking her nipples, biting and sucking them into full hardness, making them stand up and thrum, a flush rising on her face and throat as her excitement grew. 

I made to move down, and Sai stopped me, instead kneeling up and pushing me over onto my back, and straddling me, facing down the bed, head dipping down to slide her lips over my cock again as I pulled her closer and licked her labia as her vulva was thrust into my face, pointing the tip of my tongue in her velvety little anus, making her jump and quiver, and lapping up and down her lips. Her hard little clitoris slid into view, dewing rapidly with her secretions as I licked and lapped harder, the labia flowering open to expose her tight vagina. I pushed my tongue inside her, making her groan and push back against my face, rubbing her clitoris harder with my tongue, licking her labia and anus, lubricating them both with her juices, and slowly sliding my forefinger in past her rosebud, up to the second knuckle, then bending my finger and pumping it in time to my tongue thrusts into her pussy. 

Sai squealed around my cock, the vibration thrilling and hot, making my cock jump, then began really suctioning, swallowing my cock deeper and deeper, taking more and more of me into her. Her pussy was lubricating freely now, her juices running down into my mouth, the taste strong and tangy, salty, fresh and enticing, and I lapped harder still, concentrating on her clitoris, feeling the little bud thrum and twitch as her excitement rose, until finally she clamped her lips over my cock and sucked hard, pumping me as hard as she could, squeezing my shaft as her vagina convulsed, her little anus winking as it fluttered in sync with her vagina, her orgasm rolling through her, making her buck and convulse, groaning around the head of my cock. I couldn't hold back as the vibration of her mouth set me off, and I shot into her mouth, long, satisfying ejaculations of sperm flooding her mouth as my hips bucked and my back arched, straining to empty even more of myself into her hot, wildly sucking mouth.

At last she slumped down, resting her head on my thigh, still holding onto my cock as I fell back, heart thundering from my orgasm. Eventually she stirred, lifting herself up 

to slip her leg back over me and drop back to the pillow, turning and hugging me into herself, tucking her head into my neck and kissing my throat as she pulled me in closer. 

"So Harry, is that the big show, or do you have a grand finale for me?" she grinned slyly, hand rubbing and fondling my flaccid cock. I cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Princess, either you think I'm something other than human, or all that internet porn has ruined you for the real world!" I croaked. "When I'm ready, I'll be more than happy to play a second round, right now, I have to recover, give me ten, OK?" Sai nodded, "Ten, then I'm coming for you, be ready!"

I lay there, savouring the afterglow, watching Sai Fong, her long slim legs still encased in those sexy sheer stockings, the black lace hold-up tops contrasting sharply with the creamy skin of her supple thighs, her perfect rear end. I reached out and slid my hand over her thigh and buttock, experiencing the thrill of the slippery sheer fabric of her stockings against her warm smooth skin. 

"Hello Harry, boy!" she murmured, smiling slowly at me, reaching up to cup my chin and kissing me softly, and I returned the favour, brushing her hair back so I could feel its texture, see her lovely almond eyes better. The feel of her, and her sexy kisses, was making me hard again, my urgency rising the more I looked at and kissed and fondled this beautiful creature, my sister.

I pulled her in close to me, sliding an arm under her to roll onto my back, rolling her on top of me, her legs on either side. 

"Hello Sai Fong, I'm going to kiss you some more" I murmured to her, pulling her up close to me by her lovely firm bum cheeks, slipping my tongue into her mouth as my hands squeezed, kneaded and separated her taut little buttocks, pulling them open and closed to coincide with the motions of my tongue in her mouth. Sai Fong opened her eyes and pulled away to smile lazily at me.

"You dirty little beast, I know what you're hinting at. We'll see lover-boy!" With that, she wriggled until her pussy was right above my cock, lying as it was along my stomach between us, and rose up slightly, releasing it to rise up enough for her purposes. She reached back and guided me into her, my cockhead suddenly engulfed in warm wet succulence, hearing Sai's soft gasp of pleasure as she sank onto me. She lay still for a second or two, savouring the sensation of being penetrated again, then kissed me long and seriously before levering herself upright and, with her hands resting on my chest, began to rise and fall rhythmically, pumping herself on me as I fondled and squeezed her cute peach-half breasts, nipples hard and rubbery, like two little thumbs. 

I pulled and rolled her nipples between my fingers, making her gasp and cover my hands with hers, forcing my hands harder against her breasts, obviously enjoying the sensation as she mauled her nipples with my hands, her eyes tight closed and her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she went to her own place. Her rhythm increased as she became more aroused, her stimulation of her nipples obviously helping her along, her motions more pronounced as she rode me harder, her neck and upper chest flushing as she approached her orgasm. 

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she gave a low gasping moan, and her vagina tightened convulsively around me, exquisite sensation upon sensation as she rode me even harder, grinding herself on me, her vagina sucking and rippling around me as she came in a long series of shattering orgasms, her breath gasping and hissing as each wave hit her. She slumped down on me, her heart hammering against me, her eyes screwed shut, tears leaking from the corners, her chest heaving with the force of her climax.

I had managed to keep control of myself, much as I wanted to surrender to the sensations she was giving me, and had remained hard inside her, waiting for her to ease up. Eventually she opened her eyes, smiling at me and indicating she wanted to lie back down. I rolled over, still buried in her, and began to pump my cock into her, sliding my arms under the small of her back to push her nipples up so I could suckle them as I pumped her. Sai held my head in place as I slowly pumped into her, smiling and murmuring as I licked, sucked and nibbled her nipples, and began to move under me, pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts, matching me stroke for stroke, her breath hissing each time I pumped into her. I could only last so long, stimulated as I was, and the sight of my beautiful, exotic sister humping herself against me, her nipples dancing tantalisingly in front of me was too much. I gave a deep groan as I felt my cock twitch, and Sai moaned as my head swelled, pumping jet after jet of spunk pumped out of me and into her body, splashing into her most intimate place, the sensation for me almost unbelievable. 

Sai gave a hissing groan, and I felt her pussy contract around me again as she climaxed again, the rippling, sucking sensation drawing every last drop of semen from me, my cock dry-convulsing inside her. 

At last I was spent, and I withdrew, to lie next to her, heart hammering with the after-effects of my own climax, muscles quivering in stress reaction, feeling Sai Fong's warm little hand on my chest as she turned to me and burrowed down against me, holding me against her, with my own arm going around her to lock her against me. Sai rested her head in the crook of my neck, kissed me gently on the neck and whispered "I love you, Harry, always!"

"I love you too, Princess," I replied, "sleep tight, baby-girl!" as I pulled the covers up around us, kissing her goodnight and stroking her soft hair, always a pleasure for me.

I woke with a start, checked my watch, almost 9am, not bad, nearly 5 hours sleep, I'd gotten by on a lot less before, and today was going to be a short day, because of the way my work was going, so not too much stress. Hopefully I'd be home before 5, and I could look forward to a long evening with Sai Fong. Speaking of which...

She was still fast asleep, stretched out with the covers thrown back, and the sight of her fast asleep, her perfect long legs still encased in their miraculously intact stockings, her hair spread out over the pillow, her creamy complexion, was one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen, all the more so for being perfectly natural and unconscious. I felt a rush of love and protectiveness for my beautiful, exotic, wildly sexy sister, as well as more decidedly impure thoughts as I looked on the tableau spread before me! 

However, work was waiting, so I regretfully got out of bed; much as I would have liked to wake her and play some more, I had to be in Kensington in less than 2 hours, so all thoughts of fun and games had to be shelved. For now, anyway.

I ran a shower, shaved and dried off, and came out to find Sai wrapped in my bathrobe frying bacon and eggs, and a cup of coffee steaming on the table. Once again, I was puzzled at how she managed it; at home, as far as she was concerned, early-mornings only happened to other people, and she and dad had had some classic battles over her habit of getting up at the last minute and charging off to school with her disgusting standard breakfast in one hand and her school bag in the other. Still, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I gratefully accepted the breakfast she'd made for me, chatting as she joined me, thankfully only wanting some coffee, knowing how watching her eat those things made my stomach roil. When I left, Sai kissed me out the door, and pulled open her robe to flash her nakedness, grinning widely as she did so, and snapping it shut when I reached out for a friendly feel!




All I Ever Wanted Ch. 03



When I got home that afternoon, Sai was nowhere in sight, and I felt a distinct sense of anti-climax. I'd been unconsciously counting on a replay, or at least a reprise of last night when I got home, the image of her naked, asleep in just stockings playing on my mind all day, intruding on me at odd moments. In just the short time she'd been here she'd filled a great gaping need I didn't know I had, and the experience of her being there when I came in, bouncing up to kiss me and tell me about her day was something I treasured. Now my day felt curiously flat without her being there. I mooched around for a while, being morose, resisting the urge to call her, telling myself that she wasn't handcuffed to me, not believing myself for one second, worrying about her, feeling incredibly lonely, the whole place echoing with her absence. I hadn't realised just what a difference she'd made to me, or just how much I needed her, until she was gone, even for such a short while. At last I gave in, and was just about to call her when I heard her come in, running up the stairs, breathlessly kissing me, hard, dropping the carrier bags she was holding to wrap her legs around me as she kissed me with serious intent. 

Eventually I had to break off, I needed air! Sai was still frantically kissing me all over my face, my lips, wrapping her hands in my hair, like we'd been parted for months instead of only 5 hours or so. At last she let go of me and dropped down to the couch, grinning cheekily, her weight pulling me down next to her. She was wearing fairly modest shorts and flats, and a loose top, but anything she wore looked like an invitation to rip it off her; she looked very fetching, and believe me, I was fetched!

"Oh God, Harry, it's been so quiet and lonely without you here, I was nearly climbing the walls --it felt like you were gone for weeks! After a couple of hours, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I thought I'd get some supplies in, keep me occupied for a while. I bought steak, pork, chicken and shrimp, so we can have a nice home-cooked dinner tonight, what say you?"

After that reception, the last thing I wanted was dinner, I swear! My erection was painfully constricted in my shorts, the bulge all too obvious, something she spotted immediately.

"Oh Harry, how sweet, you brought me something!" she grinned, scooting on top of me and sitting astride, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me, grinding her crotch into me, making me groan with need and high-octane horniness. I slid my hands up into her shorts, feeling the firm swell of her lovely little bum, the thin strap of the thong she had on underneath, and the warmth emanating from her pussy, making my head swim with my need for her. 

My cock firmed-up even more, my groin feeling like it was being squeezed in a vice as Harry jr. struggled manfully to escape. I moved my hands from groping her bum to try and lift her top, and she laced her fingers in mine, trapping my hands in hers. She could see the strain on my face, and ground herself on me even harder, a sly smile on her lips as she wriggled and ground against me, exquisite agony and unrequited lust obviously written all over my face.

"Like that, do you, Baby?" she taunted me, darting in to kiss me quickly and jerking back before I could kiss her back, grinning at my inability to grab and hold her close because she'd trapped my hands. Sai continued to gyrate on me, her face flushing as she worked herself up, her wriggling and grinding on me now more rhythmic, more directed. I gave up and began grinding back at her, her eyes widening and her grin becoming even more pronounced.

"I knew you'd like it, babe, what are you going to do about it now?" she panted, looking into my eyes as if daring me. I took advantage of her momentary distraction to slide my hands free and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in tight to me, Sai leaning down to kiss me hotly, no mistaking what she wanted to do next.

I slid her round to one side so I could stand up, taking her hand and pulling her up next to me, kissing her deeply as I groped and massaged her bum through her shorts. 

"Come on, boy, time's a-wasting!" she giggled, darting into the bedroom, with me in hot pursuit.

We stripped in double-quick time, Sai standing before me in just her thong as I tugged my shirt over my head and dropped my trousers, levering off my shoes and sitting on the bed to yank off my socks. Sai slid onto the bed and straddled me again, kissing me softly before suddenly pushing me over backwards to land flat on the bed. She jumped up and in one move pulled my shorts off, blessed relief as my little man escaped and jumped upright. 

Sai grinned at me, finger on her lip as she inspected my condition, then said "Hmm, you'll do, how good are you with that thing?" 

"Cammere!" was my response, grabbing her as she shrieked with laughter, me pulling off her thong to rub her sopping pussy and slip a finger inside. Immediately she stopped giggling, instead sighing and kissing me as I slid first one then two fingers inside her, rubbing her wet flesh and flicking her hardening clit. She reached for me, holding and squeezing my hardness, slowly pumping in time to my frigging, her lips and tongue working wonders on mine, pushing up my stimulation ever higher.

My need for her was now too great. I urged her onto the bed next to me, leaning over to suck and nibble her taut nipples as I resumed frigging her, she sighing and whispering to me as her own excitement rose, the tang of it surrounding me, egging me on, working all kinds of magic on me.

At last Sai pulled me up to her, kissing me and holding my cock, her eyes telling me what she wanted. I positioned myself between her thighs, Sai holding and aiming my cock, and when she smiled and nodded, I slowly pushed forward, sliding into her as she groaned with pleasure. Her hips rose up to meet mine, and we pumped and plunged at each other for who knows how long, Sai somehow sensing when I was getting close, and backing off, me feeling the almost constant rippling and sucking of her vagina as wave after wave of orgasm rolled though her. I kept backed-down for as long as I could, but the combination of the sensations I was feeling, the erotic charge of knowing this beautiful, exotic, girl loved me, and that she was my own sister, was just too much, and I felt my cock give a lurch inside her, Sai feeling it as well, and sprayed her insides with my spunk, coating her vagina with my seed as she climaxed with me, both of us sobbing and groaning with the intensity of our release. I pumped what felt like gallons of spunk into her, the force of my ejaculation almost painful as my body gave itself up to her. Seven or eight powerful spurts of semen rocketed out of me, draining me, leaving me feeling nothing but love for this lovely girl, and a deep wonder and pride that she was mine, had given herself to me so completely.

I slumped back down on top of her, keeping my weight off her as I rolled on to my side, kissing her face, her eyes, her neck and throat, seeing her properly without the twin filters of lust or need, consumed with the realisation that she was the one, the only one I would ever need or want, and that I would never let her go again.

Sai gently stroked my face with her soft fingertips, once again tracing out the contours of my features, smiling distractedly, the old familiarity of it bonding us closer, reminding me of the girl I had promised to love and protect all those years ago, and marvelling again that she should love me so much.

At the same time, I realised I had made a decision, somewhere down so deep I never knew I was even contemplating it, but now I knew, and I needed to tell her, gauge her reaction.

"Sai, I'm going to tell him, take my chances. I don't want to keep sneaking around; it feels like I'm ashamed of loving you, like it's something dirty and shameful, and I won't do that, to you or to us. I love you more than I can possibly say, and I want to be free to love you, openly and freely."

Sai looked at me gravely, then smiled and kissed me quickly, affectionately, pulling herself up so she could hug me, pressing her cheek against mine.

"Harry, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Because I do understand what this will mean to our family, and I don't want you doing something because you feel pressured into it, not because you really want to do it. Whatever you decide is fine by me, honestly, you'll always have me, no matter what, and you know that. I meant it when I said that all I ever see for me is you, my future is your future, if you'll still have me. You gave me your ring, and promised yourself to me, and I gave you that same promise. We're 'troth-plighted!'" She smiled at the old-fashioned phrase. 

"Nothing's changed, darling Harry, I promise you. We'll do this, and let what happens, happen, OK?"

I felt giddy at the emotional charge that ran through me as I heard what she was saying. Her trust in me shook me, but also strengthened my resolve, knowing that we were in complete agreement. The time for doubt and hesitation over our relationship had passed, and we were strong enough together to get past this and make our future together. 

I gathered her into me, hugging her close, feeling her human warmth as I gave thanks to whatever kindly gods there are that she was mine. She turned her head to look at me, and I saw the tears on her cheeks, reached out to wipe them away with my thumb.

"Dad's going to be so very hurt, Harry. I want so badly to be with you, and I'm ready to be with you forever, want nothing but that, but I know I'll be hurting him, maybe enough that he turns away from me forever. That means I'll have no-one except you. Will you promise me, really promise me you'll be as strong as I need you to be, be the family I'll need if the worst happens?"

I was shocked to hear Sai put it so bluntly, but perhaps she needed me to be explicit this time. "Sai Fong, I asked you to marry me, to be with me and stay with me forever, as I fully intend and pledged to do for you. I will always be the one thing in your life you can count on, over and above everything else. I want you to be my wife, have my children, get old and crabby with me, and have a perfect life together with me!" 

She smiled at that, reassured, and reached out to cup my chin as she kissed me softly on the lips. "Done!" she smiled.

We lay in each other's arms for a while longer, enjoying the sight and feel of each other, gently stroking and kissing, not trying to arouse, renewing connection, until at last hunger drove us to find something to eat. Dinner was a revelation, Sai cooking the perfect 'Surf & Turf', medium steaks on a bed of sautéed shrimp, with green salad and French fries, honey mustard dressing, and tangy, pungent aioli. I was in raptures, I was marrying a gourmet chef as well as a sex-bomb, my life just kept getting better! 

After we'd cleared away, we settled back to watch some TV, make out and celebrate our decision. We were in the middle of some fairly heavy-duty groping when the phone rang. Sai answered it, her eyes widening as she listened, then silently handed the handset to me. It was dad.

"Harry, Son, I need you to come home." He sounded strained, unnaturally calm. "It's mum, Harry, she passed away this evening, please come back, bring Sai Fong home, Grandpa and I, we need you both here right now...."

I didn't know what to say. True, for the last few years I'd been so very angry with her, for her unrelenting hostility toward Sai, but when all was said and done, she was also the only mother I'd ever known. I tried to keep my voice steady when I answered him, a huge lump rising in my throat, loss already trying to overwhelm me.

"OK dad, we're on our way, see you tonight" I managed to choke out, and then the tears started. Sai stared at me wide eyed, taking the handset and saying a few words to dad, then hanging up, and hugging me close as I cried for my Gran, my mum.

Eventually, my grief backed down somewhat, Sai Fong rocking me as she held me close, waiting for me to calm down as she soothed me. When I could speak coherently, she began taking charge of our preparations to leave, lugging down a flight bag and throwing some clothes in it for me, and bagging-up my black suit and tie. She decided I was in no fit state to drive all the way back to Shropshire, so demanded my keys, locked up and led me down to the car. I came out of it enough to ask her where her clothes were, and she reminded me that most of her clothes were still at home, including a more decent and suitable black dress for what was about to come. At first she kept up a flow of light chatter as she negotiated the A40M, keeping me from brooding, helping me keep my sorrow in abeyance, and then, perhaps sensing that I wasn't really in the right frame of mind for conversation, tailed off, concentrating on driving fast but safely, sending my faithful old Cherokee loping down the motorway for home. 

We went to the old house in Bilbrook, dad and Grandpa waiting for us, looking lost, stunned, uncomprehending, a couple of the neighbourhood ladies making tea and bringing cakes and biscuits. I saw dad's expression, and immediately burst into tears, dad hugging me as Sai hugged her grandfather, awkwardly, formally. There had never been any love lost between Gran and Sai, but Grandpa at least had never been openly hostile, although he'd never actually made any overtures to Sai either.

Dad let go of me, and took Sai from Grandpa, and I hugged him, tears streaming down my face as I remembered him and Gran being the centre of my world when I was growing up. I suddenly looked at him in consternation. What was he going to do now? He and Gran had been together damn near 60 years, who'd look after him now; he was nearly 85, too old to be left on his own so abruptly.

My worries about Grandpa drove my grief down, and I nodded to dad, indicating I wanted to speak privately with him in the dining room.

"Dad, what happens to Grandpa now? He can't live here alone, not now."

Dad nodded. "I know son, most likely he'll come and stay with me, let this old place go. I want him to, we'll be company for each other, two old geezers together!" he smiled distractedly. "The house is too big, too lonely with both of you gone, so it will be good to have some company around, we'll be OK together. Besides, you have your own problems; don't forget, you've got Sai Fong now, you have to take care of her."

I shot a quick glance at him. Did he know, or was he just talking in general? Sai was waiting in the lounge, the police and ambulance teams had long gone, and now we had to wait for the post-mortem before we could bury Gran. My eyes started stinging again as I tried to get past the fact of her death, and suddenly Sai was there, hugging me around the waist, rubbing the small of my back, and I unconsciously held her close, burying my face in her hair, kissing it, caressing her neck and back. When I looked up, Grandpa was looking at me oddly, then he smiled slightly, knowingly, and turned away. Realisation suddenly struck. He knew, he knew! After all my lectures to Sai about appropriate behaviour, I'd given us away! Oh God, what if he says something to dad, he'd got enough on his late without this as well. Sai felt me stiffen.

"Harry, what is it, what's wrong?"

"Sai, Grandpa knows, I just gave us away, he saw me hugging you, kissing you just now, right there in front of everybody!" I was too wrung out to try and make it right with him, but Sai took it out of my hands. She followed Grandpa out to the patio, where he was sitting in the same garden chair he used to sit on with me on his lap, reading 'The House at Pooh Corner' and other Pooh stories to me when I was small. I stood in the doorway, out of sight, but within earshot.

"Grandpa, can I talk to you?" said Sai, kneeling down next to him and looking up at him. "Of course you can," said Grandpa, "what's on your mind?

"Grandpa, what you saw, in there, Harry and I, we...I..." Grandpa stopped her short with a gentle finger on her lips. "Sshhh, it's all right, Sai Fong, you don't have to explain anything to me. Does he love you?"

Sai nodded mutely. "And do you love him?" he continued, Sai nodding again. "Then there's nothing more to be said. Your grandmother had far too much to say, and she drove you away, and Harry too, but I still loved her so very, very much. If you two can have half as much as we had, then you'll be lucky indeed. Take what love you can, while you can, there's not too much of it in the world these days, so get while the getting's good!" He grinned wistfully as he popped his trademark phrase at her, and held her while she cried softly against him, understanding that she'd finally got through to her grandfather, Grandpa holding her close, properly, for the very first time. He seemed at a loss what to do at first, finally stroking her hair and murmuring to her, resting his head against hers and making little soothing noises as though she was a little child.

I walked up and hunkered down in front of Grandpa, just as I used to when I was small and had an especially splendid frog to show him, and he reached out and ruffled my hair, just as he used to way back then.

"Take good care of her, Harry-boy," he said, "she's more special than you know, so treat her right -- or I'll come and get you!" he grinned, his favourite threat when he played catch with me in the meadow all those summers ago. I took his hand and squeezed it, all my love for this man who had brought me up coming to the fore, silently thanking him for finally accepting his granddaughter, for his understanding, then standing up and taking Sai's hand. Grandpa glanced at her engagement ring as she took my hand. "Just a tip, both of you; don't let your father see that just yet. Lead him up to what you have to tell him, and be gentle with him, give him some time to deal with all of this first. I twigged as soon as I saw that ring, don't let him catch on the same way, trust your dad, but be honest with him. And Harry, trust your instincts, you have some good ones." Sai nodded, slipping off her ring and swapping it to her other hand, where it wouldn't be construed as an engagement ring.

I cleared my throat. "Grandpa, are you...sure you're OK with this? Sai and I have been in love for a long time now, and it's only now that I've been able to admit it, even to myself. I won't let her go now; she's the most important thing in my life."

Grandpa stirred, looked at me with the old 'don't try it on me, sonny' look. "Are you asking for my blessing? It's not mine you need. For what it's worth, I think both of you could do a whole lot worse. Harry-boy, I've known about how you feel about Sai Fong as long as you've known her, the moment you chose Sai over your grandmother, I knew, I do have eyes and a brain, you know! I won't judge you, I can't, 85 has a way of forgetting what 20 feels like, so you both go and enjoy yourselves, have the best life you can, just don't forget to love each other along the way! I forgot how to do that, let someone else tell me who to love, and I hurt that sweet little girl all these years, and I'm sorry for that. Perhaps she'll have time to forgive me once all this is over and done with."

Sai leaned in and hugged him again, brushing his cheek with her lips, her way of telling him it was over now, no forgiveness needed. Grandpa twinkled at her, chucked her gently under the chin, and turned away to dab at his eyes. 

We left him sitting in his old chair, staring across the meadow towards the old pond, smiling as he looked back over 60 years. When we came back into the sitting room dad was waiting for us. 

"Look Harry, there's nothing more to be done now, we can't have the funeral until the Coroner has the pathologist's report, all that we can do is being done, and a funeral home from Wolverhampton is dealing with the interment. It won't be soon, because mum wasn't under the care of a doctor, so passing away suddenly like that means a post-mortem. She had a plot at St. Michael's in Upton Cresset, it's where she was baptised and married, so everything's in place now. Why don't you two go home, I'll stay with dad tonight, and you can make an early start back tomorrow? Sai, stay with Harry for now, I really don't want you in the middle of all this, so please just make yourself scarce, OK? Time enough to mourn later, I just want to get dad through this first."




All I Ever Wanted Ch. 03



Unseen by dad, Sai twined her fingers in mine, comforting me in the face of all the preparations for the funeral. I was grateful to dad; I really needed to get out of there. The sense of Gran's presence was everywhere, her life imprinted in the house, all her familiar things waiting for her, and it was extremely unsettling for me to realise that they were all just things now; she would never dust them or polish them, or straighten them up ever again. Sai saw the look on my face, my eyes filling up again, and almost tugged me out of there, leaving dad to go and sit with his father and try and get past the first shock of their loss.

We drove the 9 miles back to Cosford in silence, too much to say and no way to say it. Arriving back at the house was strange, I'd only picked Sai Fong up a few days ago, but it already seemed like an impossibly long time ago. I was too emotionally wrung to eat anything, so Sai tipped a frozen pizza in the oven and pulled me down to her, holding me close and being warm and human, two things she excelled at.

We sat there in silence for ages, me lost in my memories, of Gran helping me with my homework, playing toy soldiers with me while Grandpa weeded his beloved onion-beds, helping her change the bedding, reading 'The Wind in The Willows' to me at night, putting me in bed with her when thunderstorms banged and rattled the house, making me hot soup when I came in from building snowmen and making snow-angels with Grandpa. Now the tears came again, Sai holding me close and letting me cry, until I fell asleep, worn out and emotionally battered.

I woke when Sai kissed me gently. "Bedtime, Harry, come on, upsy-daisy Big Boy, up the wooden hill, come on, that's right!" I cocked a bleary eye at her. "I am not 4 years old, Sai; please don't talk to me like I am!"

Sai grinned, and stuck her tongue out. "If you're awake, have something to eat. If you're dead-beat, go to bed. Don't snooze on the couch, it makes you snore, and I'm trying to watch television, I can't hear for you snoring, you sound like a bag of spanners in a washing machine!"

I could smell something delicious, and spotted half a pizza in a box. "I thought you heated one up?" I said.

"I did, it was disgusting, so I ordered-in. That noise you can hear is all the local vermin gagging on that repulsive thing I threw away, even the house rats are all doing a kamikaze down the waste disposal rather than bite into it!" 

I had to grin at her graphic description of some of the stuff dad buys when she's not there to pick them out of the trolley and put them back on the shelf, and picked up a slice, a typical Sai Fong choice, every known topping except possibly strawberry jam, but it was hot, and tasted wonderful.

Eating finally restored me, and even though I was in no sense happy, I was no longer crippled with grief, able to relate to Sai Fong again, able to hold her and thank her for being normal and restoring me. I took her hand, and kissed her palm, each one of her fingertips, and pulled her in close for a proper kiss, thanking her for being there when I needed her most. 

"Now what, Harry?" she asked me seriously, "what happens next? Now that Grandpa knows, how likely is he to let slip to dad?"

The last thing I was worried about was Grandpa dropping us in it. I was more concerned about the fact that we'd given ourselves away so easily, Sai forgetting to remove her ring, and me caressing her, completely oblivious to where we were. I had already resolved to tell dad, but the way we wanted, not by letting him catch-on because of some bloody silly mistake.

"Grandpa won't say anything, or even drop a hint; he told us to tell dad later, so he won't do or say anything, I know that. Relax, baby, we've got time enough to tell him."

"Have you finished yet?" asked Sai, pointing to the pizza, "because I want to go to bed! Come on Harry, I'm bushed, and It's a long drive in the morning, so let's go!"

I was halfway up the stairs before I stopped to wonder where we were going. "Uh, Sai, what are we doing?" I asked, and Sai just looked pityingly at me. 

"We are going to bed -- my bed, as you're asking, so just move it along there, bucky, I need some sleep, and so do you!"

"Sai, what are you talking about," I asked, "Dad's only down the road!"

"And he's staying there tonight, Baby, and you're staying with me -- you need me tonight; just what kind of fiancée would I be if I left my baby out in the cold when he needed me the most? Now shut your trap, Harry Waterfield, and let's go!"

More than slightly bemused, I tried one last fall-back. "Uh, Sai, I don't really want to...you know, tonight, it's really not a good time, well you know that...." I trailed of as I saw Sai Fong's very own, patented 'what kind of fuckwit are you?' expression.

"Well Thank You Harry, thank you for believing I'm slack enough to decoy you into bed at a time like this, thank you so very much indeed! FUCK OFF!" And she stormed off up the stairs, leaving me feeling foolish and embarrassed.

Well done, Harry, I congratulated myself, that went well, although it could have gone worse, you could have slapped her as well, that would have REALLY put the tin-lid on the whole fucking day. Smart move, you jackass.

I eased up outside her door, and tapped lightly, no reply, so I tapped again. "Sai, I'm sorry, I misunderstood what you were saying, I'm sorry, baby, please, say something!"

I heard faint sounds from behind the door, and tapped again. "Please Sai, I'm sorry! Look, I know I'm an idiot, OK? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, please, let's not fight, not now, not tonight. Sai, I need you, please don't be mad!"

Her door yanked open, and there she stood, clad in terry pyjamas, looking adorable, but with a face like thunder, obviously still furious.

"Harry, you are an arsehole, what are you? How dare you believe I would stoop so low; I saw you were in pain, I wanted to hold you, make the pain go away, and you had to go and make it look like some...ploy, to get you into the sack, make me feel cheap and nasty! Come in here, I want to tell you something!"

I stepped into her bedroom, turned and shut the door behind me, and as I turned back, got a stinging slap across my face. It shocked me more than anything else, but for a second I saw stars. 

Sai stood there, wringing her hand, obviously more affected than I was, tears on her cheeks, and I suddenly realised just how angry she really was, how much I'd offended her and hurt her feelings. 

"Sai, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, please forgive me, I'll never take you for granted again, I promise!"

Sai looked at me, her lip trembling, face flushed, checking out my face again, looking for the little tells, checking to see if I was being sincere, then nodded. She turned away, padding back to her bed, saying "go to bed, Harry!" She pulled back the covers and climbed in, lying down and turning away from me, dismissing me. I turned and slunk out of her room, barely hearing the whispered "Good Night, Harry!"

I went back to my old room, stripped-off and climbed into bed. I was beat, and the added stress of our fight had drained me even further. I lay for a while, thinking of Sai Fong alone in her room, hurt and angry at me, with good reason, thoughts of Gran and memories of my childhood tumbling around in my head, regretting the last few years, the gulf between us that had grown wider every year. I fell asleep to dream of Gran walking me to school, collecting me in the late afternoon and taking my school bag so I could run ahead and wait for her at the top of the road, then my dream switching to going into Birmingham on the train with her, first stop the golden arches in New Street station, then shopping with her, holding her hand and tugging her along New Street and into Broad Street, staring at the sweetshops and chocolatiers, watching the street entertainers. I lost hold of her hand, and she was gone. I spun round, Broad Street was empty, and Gran was nowhere in sight; I was alone, Gran had left me alone, and there was no-one to ask where she'd gone. I ran up Broad Street, calling out for her, crying, frightened and panicking, and suddenly she was there, hugging me, only now it was Sai, whispering and soothing me. I flicked my eyes open, and there was Sai Fong, holding me close against her, wiping my wet cheeks as I cried for Gran, calming me down as I struggled to separate dream from reality.

"Sshhh, Harry, you were having a nightmare, but it's alright, I'm here now" she murmured, smoothing my hair. Reality asserted itself, and I was 20 again, not 6 years old, the familiar surroundings coming into focus. I held Sai close, the dream-memories of Gran still too real to let go, hoping for a second that this was the dream and I'd wake up and she'd still be there, slowly accepting that it was not to be.

I looked up at Sai, her lovely features fixed in an expression of worried concern. "This is why you needed me tonight, baby," she whispered, "I heard you shouting all the way down there, you sounded terrified; do you want to tell me about it?" I wanted to, but the words couldn't get past the huge lump in my throat, and I shook my head mutely. Sai nodded. "We'll talk in the morning. Go back to sleep now, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Sai continued stroking my hair, a restful, comforting feeling, and I must have fallen asleep with her doing that, because the next thing I knew was Sai kissing me as she got up, sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. 

She left the room and I heard her walking down the stairs, and faint domestic noises from the kitchen, then footsteps coming back up again. Sai edged into the room with a tray with toast, butter, Seville marmalade, and two cups of coffee.

"Come on Harry, pitch-in, it's getting cold!" she smiled, sitting down cross-legged on the bed and buttering a slice of toast.

We ate in silence, no need for conversation just yet, mulling over the previous evening. 

I looked at Sai and she smiled back, good, we weren't at war any more, and held my hand out to her. Sai moved the tray over to the dresser and slid onto the bed next to me, resting her head against my shoulder, putting her arm through mine and patting me affectionately.

"So Harry, do you want to tell me about it?" she asked, "It must have been a really terrible nightmare, I've never heard of you having one before. I know you were dreaming about Gran, so talk to me."

I was still a little reluctant to go back there, the remembered feeling from last night was still too strong, but I owed her that much, at least.

"I dreamt I was out with Gran, shopping in Birmingham, and I let go her hand, and then she was gone, and I got really frightened, and the whole town centre was deserted...." I could feel the tears trying to come back, the memory of the dream echoing and resonating in my mind, and had to swallow several times. 

"Then she was there, and then it was you, and I thought you were the dream and Gran was waking me up, God, it was so real, I so wanted it to be real!"

Sai stroked my hair, looking pensive, almost upset, tears glimmering in her eyes. "I know what you mean, Harry; when my Ah-Ma, mummy, died, I had the same dreams, losing her and finding her again, and then finding her gone for real. Back home they call it 'Shi jie Jing shen' when you dream yourself into the spirit world, where the ancestors wait for you. It's a good dream to have; it means they're showing you they're still here, just not...here. Can you understand what I mean?" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, smiling brightly at me.

I did, and looked at Sai with new respect; of course, she'd been here as well, had to do this, and now more than ever, I understood how much I needed her with me.

"Sai, I was a crass, boorish, bloody idiot last night, I was so wrong to assume that you wanted to...you know, and I'm sorry, I should have known better. Can you forgive me?"

She grinned her usual, slightly cheeky grin. "Of course, Harry, just don't ever make assumptions like that about me again. There's more to me than just appetites, you know!"

I had definitely come to understand that. "I know," I said, "you've got a tasty right hook, for a start!" 

Sai immediately looked contrite, quickly examining my face for marks or signs where she'd belted me one. I didn't have the heart to tell her that, compared to what happened on the rugby pitch in the normal course of a game, what she'd landed on me was barely a love-tap, so I tried to look as though I was being manly and hiding my suffering. Eventually she figured it out, thumping me on the chest, and we were alright again.

It was enjoyable to lay back and hold her to me for a while, but we had to be getting back to London; I had work, and Sai was staying with me now until at least the funeral, which could be several weeks away, due to the circumstances of Gran's death; according to what dad had told Sai, Gran had sat down to watch TV after making tea, dozed off, and when Grandpa tried to wake her, she'd gone, just like that. 

I called dad, and told him we'd stop by on our way back, and checked to see how Grandpa was doing. Dad said he seemed fine, sad, but not sunk in the depths of despair or anything like that, more resigned and accepting than anything else. Some of the neighbourhood ladies had been in again, and made them breakfast, which seemed to amuse dad in a wistful sort of way; he'd forgotten how small towns and villages worked in times of bereavement. Gran had been part of community life for decades, so she had tendrils and connections all over town. All the ladies from the local branch of the Women's Institute, the dreaded WI, what Grandpa used to call the 'Harpy Mafia' had been in and out, dropping off cakes, buns, quiches and pies. "I don't know who's going to eat them all, you'd better take some with you!" said dad. He'd tried to slip me some money last night to cover the additional expense of having Sai with me, but I declined, I was earning some good money from the university loan-out programme right now; Sai showed no such compunction, however...

Once I hung up I felt a lot better knowing that dad and Grandpa were handling it well, better than me, anyway. As I lay back, daydreaming about Gran, Sai came back in the room, stripped off her pyjamas to take a shower, and began rummaging in my linen closet for a bath towel. The sight of her lithe, sexy body did strange things to me. Grief-stricken as I was, her beautiful, desirable body was a very human reminder of the life around us still, that we were still alive, and I realised that, despite the present circumstances, I wanted, needed her badly right now. 

"Sai, can you come over here please?" I asked her, and she cocked her head toward me, a quizzical expression on her face. "Sure thing baby, something up?" she asked, completely oblivious to her nude state.

"I want to apologise again, and I want to hold you for a while, is that alright with you?" I told her, and she smiled back, a knowing expression flitting across her face.

"Harry, I always want you to hold me, and you've already apologised enough, just hold me so I can make you feel better for a while!"

She slid into bed next to me, sliding her arm around my waist, pulling me down to cradle my head against her. "I know you're hurting now, baby, but I promise you, it gets better. The pain will go away, I promise you, and only the memories will be left. It did for me, it will for you."

She kissed me on my cheek, her lips soft and warm, and I turned and kissed her on her lips, feeling her kiss me back, her arms wrapping around my neck to pull me in close.

We slid down the bed, hands caressing and holding, touching and squeezing as we kissed. Sai reached out and took my rapidly hardening cock as my fingers trailed down her flat abdomen to her silky pubic hair, ruffling my fingertips through the silken gloss of them before seeking out her moistness, sliding up and down her labia crease. Sai moaned and shifted, her body responding to the feel of my fingers as I slid one inside her moist warmth, rubbing the hood of her clitoris, Sai groaning as my stimulation of her ramped up a notch. Her hand began to pump my cock, flexing and squeezing as she did so, my finger pumping into her in time to her pumping of me. Now her eyes opened, and she looked up at me, telling me what she wanted me to do, and I slid between her parted thighs, raised up so she could position me, and slowly pushed in, sliding my cock into her in one slow thrust, backing out and thrusting again, and again, building up a rhythm. She pumped her hips against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust, grinding herself against me with every thrust, pulling me into her with her strong legs, her kisses hot and fervent, until at last she climaxed, wailing out loud as she came, the contractions in her vaginal tube milking me of every drop of my sperm as I shot rope after rope of spunk into her. Finally we were done, I fell back to the bed, lying next to her as she huddled against me, her heartbeat loud and fast. We said nothing to each other, there was no need; our love for each other was conversation enough for now. 

We stopped in to see Grandpa and dad, commiserating some more, making tentative arrangements for how to deal with the funeral once the Coroner had adjourned the inquest, then sped off back to London. I was driving this time, Sai really shattered from her emotional storm last night, then watching me all night long, so I left her to snooze while I piloted the Cherokee back to London, a picnic hamper in the back stuffed with Sai's pick of the WI cakes and biscuits...

We arrived back at the flat mid-afternoon, lugged our stuff back upstairs, and called it a day. I quickly phoned Professor Dickson's office to let him know where I'd been, and collapsed into bed, completely worn-out. The last thing I remember was Sai mumbling in her sleep, turning over and burrowing down against me, her warmth and slow deep breathing quickly sending me off.

I awoke alone, the slanting late-evening sun shining on my face, dazzling me as I slowly re-oriented myself, then sat up, wondering where Sai was. As I headed for the bathroom, I heard the TV, some American cop show, one of Sai's addictions, and spotted her stretched out on the couch in the shirt I was wearing earlier, eating cold quiche smeared with red onion marmalade, oh dear God, please make sure she brushes her teeth before she kisses me...

After I'd washed my hands, I began inspecting the hamper Sai had packed, rooting around for something to satisfy the inner man, and found some pasties. I chucked them in the oven for supper, flopping down next to Sai as she scrunched up in the corner, and kissed the top of her head. There was no way I was going to kiss her properly, not while she was eating red onion marmalade, that stuff always smelled to me like a failed chemistry experiment, or a petrie dish left too long under a damp sink.

I was in a relaxed mood; the drive back had focussed me again, and while the grief was still there, it was grumbling under the table now, not beating at the windows. What Sai had told me, about the Chinese way of coping with the aftermath of bereavement had been oddly comforting, and had made emotional sense, helped me to think of Gran as not really gone, just somewhere over...there.

At last the interminable cop show finished, and Sai bounced upright. "Thirsty, need a beer, want one Harry?" I wanted, so we sat entwined on the sofa, the TV in the background, drinking icy beers and discussing what had happened, marvelling at Grandpa's lack of reaction to our relationship. Sai had replaced her ring on her proper ring finger, and cocked her head at me. "It stays there, OK, Harry? No more hiding, no more pretending, because, let's face it, we truly sucked big at it!"