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 Title: All I Ever Wanted
Summary: Harry is seduced by his Asian half-sister.
Keywords: inc,fic
   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."
   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."
   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.
   "Why Harry Waterfield, I do believe you're groping me!" she giggled,
pushing her mound against my hand as I rubbed slightly harder, slipping a
finger inside her and rubbing it in and out of her pussy, lubricating her
clitoris as it began to harden and emerge from its hiding place.
   Sai closed her eyes, her breathing deepening as I rubbed and frigged
harder, a flush spreading down her neck and chest as her arousal climbed,
more fluid now seeping from her pussy.  I dipped my head lower, licking and
nibbling at her gorgeous high, firm breasts, pulling the nipples with my
teeth, nibbling and flicking them, making her quiver and gasp as I sucked
in time to my frigging, her hand now pumping firmly and regularly.
   Sai Fong turned her back to me, whispering "This way Harry, do me this
way!" and I obliged, rolling her face down, sliding a pillow under her
tummy to raise her up, and positioning myself above her.  She reached
behind and took hold of me, positioning me, and slowly guided me into her
pussy, my length sliding in as I slid my hands under her to cup and squeeze
her lovely firm breasts, rolling her nipples between thumbs and
forefingers. Sai was pushing back against me, and I was enjoying the
sensation of lying on her back pumping her pussy from behind like this,
kissing her neck and shoulders, between her shoulder-blades, and her lips
when she turned her head and pulled my head down to her.  I wanted to hold
more of her, so I leaned back up, and pulled her up gently, until she was
on her hands and knees, her lovely shapely rear-end in full view as I held
her hips and slid my cock into her, watching myself pump into this
beautiful girl, Sai moaning and whispering to me, saying my name.
   Suddenly she reared back, holding on to the back of my neck as she knelt
up, forcing my cock deeper into herself, using the leverage of her hands on
my neck to pump herself on me.  I had never had sex in this position, and
as I slid my hands round her rib-cage to hold her to me and squeeze her
breasts, the contact of my hands with her nipples set her off, her orgasm
rippling in her vagina, the sucking and contracting too much to bear.  I
came with a loud groan, clamping my arms around her in a bear-hug, holding
us both upright, pumping into her so hard it actually hurt as something
inside me convulsed, shooting my sperm into her in jets.  We both sat
there, holding tight to each other, as our orgasms flared, rolled over us,
and died, then slumping down to lie sweaty and exhausted, touching,
nibbling, kissing and murmuring as the last echoes died away.
   "Fucking hell that was amazing!" said Sai at last, smiling up at me, and
I was no less amazed.
   "Where the fuck did you learn that?" I asked her, astounded at her
sexual prowess, considering I'd deflowered her only the night before.  She
looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
   "I told you, you left your PC at home, I've been...exploring, learning,
you know, porn, smut, filth, naughty pictures, all the stuff you and Dad
tried to protect me from...what, what's so funny?"
   I was laughing.  I'd just been power-fucked by a girl who'd taken a
post-graduate course in sexual technique through the medium of eye-watering
internet pornography, all in order to seduce me!
   "Nothing, Princess, I applaud your inquisitive spirit and ingenuity,
thank you so much for experimenting on me!  Is there anything you've left
out, or are you saving them up for a rainy day?!"
   She dimpled adorably.
   "Harry, my repertoire is extensive, but entirely theoretical, and not to
be attempted in a single day; some of the things I have planned for us,
well, we'll have to work our way up to them, that's all I'll say.  I
promise you, though, you won't be disappointed!"
   Sai Fong then sat up and grinned widely.
   "And now, Harry, I'm hungry; I wanted breakfast, instead you grabbed me
and, with no provocation, stuck your thing in me, your own sister, how
could you, how will I ever live it down?  Now either feed me, or I shack up
with some other bloke, one who knows how to treat a lady properly.  Well?"
   I climbed out of bed, heading for the shower, and Sai Fong called me
back.
   "Harry, you've got a call!" I turned back, picked up a dead phone, and
turned to see her stepping through the bathroom door, her laugh tinkling as
she locked the door.  I heard her muffled yell.  "Breakfast!" and resigned
myself to at least an hour before I got a shower myself.
   Sai Fong was true to form, and took an hour or more to shower, scrub,
exfoliate, primp, preen, sand and polish before deigning to emerge, calling
"Harry, Darling, did you make breakfast, I'm starving?" I'd grilled some
bacon, and had a proper breakfast, and put out bread, a banana, bacon and
peanut butter for Sai.
   She pouted; "Harry, you could at least have made me my sandwich, I
mean...!"
   I was busy heading for the bathroom, but I stopped to look at her and
grin.
   "Princess, I do not want to watch you make, nor eat that disgusting
thing, please be finished by the time I have, I want to keep my breakfast
down." As I closed the bathroom door, I heard her say "Oh yes, forgot to
say, there's no more hot water....!"
   After having a not very satisfying lukewarm five-minute shower, I
dried-off and wandered out to get dressed.  Sai was draped over the sofa, a
tiny little bathrobe covering her nakedness and eating a slice of bread and
peanut butter as she watched TV.  I quickly dressed, jeans, shirt and
loafers, and started to make the bed, retrieving Sai's sleeping top and a
pair of big knickers from between the covers.  I flicked them over to her,
grinning.
   "Sai, is this what you wear to parties?  No wonder I couldn't see any
VPL, they must have been pulled up over your boobs!"
   Sai looked at me in disdain, flicking them back at me.
   "Harry, these are my sleeping pants.  You couldn't see any Visible Panty
Line last night 'cos I wasn't wearing any!"
   I paled; "You mean I took you...and you...oh dear God, you didn't!"
   Sai looked over at me, her robe falling open, her lovely tight body in
full view, eyes dancing with suppressed mirth.
   "Harry, you darling, you are such an innocent!  I didn't wear any
knickers because you can't wear a dress like that and wear panties, or even
a thong, it would show through; besides, I was hoping to decoy you into the
car park and chance my arm!"
   I was still adjusting to our changed status, from siblings to couple, so
I was trying to avoid staring at her, my little sister, stretched out naked
as a jaybird, and at the same time unable to tear my eyes away; she really
was a stunner, and I didn't want to waste a single second's viewing time!
Horny and conflicted, not a good way to be when a body like that is staring
at you...
   As if aware of my quandary, Sai Fong oozed off the sofa, standing up to
let the ridiculously inadequate bathrobe slide off, stretching and yawning,
doing a full slow 360 as she did.  I was goggling, this was the first time
I'd seen her naked in the daylight, and it was a breathtaking sight.  Aware
that she had my full attention, she shook her hair out and threw her head
back, making her hair cascade down her back, smoothed her hands down her
body, and looked up at me from under the large curl that had fallen over
one eye.
   "Seen enough, yet, Harry?" she twinkled at me, suppressed glee dancing
in her eyes.  She stepped closer, slid her arms around my neck and kissed
me deeply, slowly, and with care and attention, my hands naturally falling
down to her waist, and then to her bum, holding and gently squeezing those
lovely firm globes as I pulled her into me.
   "You're going to see a lot more of me like this, Harry, so don't let
your imagination get too worked up, we have lots of time for that!  Now,
take me somewhere nice, I want to walk hand-in-hand with you and be a
couple, OK?  We're going to hug, and cuddle, and kiss, a lot, just like
other couples, and when we get back, we'll do a little shopping, and I'll
make us lunch.  Then, suddenly, for no explicable reason, all my clothes
are going to mysteriously fall off; what happens next is entirely up to
you!"
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