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In a Family Way

Well, since this is my first fully erotic story, I have changed the pseudonym.
This story was written because a while back someone posted about a story
contest.  I don't write smut but since I think most of the stuff in
here is body part drival, I decided to write one of my own.  Well,
tell me what you think and 10 points if anyone can guess from the
writing style who I really am.  Well, the story contest never took place
and hence, my tale.  Since everone out there seems to be incest
oriented, I tried to accomidate.  Before you flame, read it.  As I have
said previously, I don't write sh*t.


In a Family Way
by Brush Strokes

	Third Waiter Shen could hardly contain his excitement.  He'd
spent a month's salary on the love potions.  The pink one would set ablaze
the pubics of a woman whose thighs were held closed by an ice dragon.
The black potion was blood of tiger.  Once he'd drunk it, Shen would have
the speed, tenacity and endurance of the tiger.  After the restaurant had
closed, he would slip the pink potion into the tea drunk by Second Bus Girl
Fong and fornication was sure to follow -- a joining enhanced by Shen's tiger
potency.  New customers had been seated in his section, so Shen carefully 
wrapped the glass viles in several napkins and placed them at the back of 
the silverware drawer.  No one would find them there.

	Fate was displeased with Third Waiter Shen that evening.  Third 
Dishwasher Zheng also sought the fragrant essence of Second Bus Girl Fong.  
He'd seen Shen place the love potions in the silverware drawer.  With Shen
away, Zheng hastily removed the bottles and poured them out into the first 
available container, a dish of vegetable moo-shu ready to be served.  Soy sauce
was substituted for the blood of tiger and dishwater for the pink potion.
The only fornication Third Waiter Shen would do that evening would be with 
the hand he wrote orders with.

	Erich thanked the waiter as he set down the plate of kung pao chicken.
His daughter, Sun Yi, had decided, while away at college, to become a 
vegetarian and had gone with the appropriate type of moo-shu.  He'd long since 
stopped thinking  of her as his adopted daughter.  It had been ten years since 
he and his wife had taken Sun Yi, then eight years old, into their home.  Erich
was Sun Yi's only parent now.  His wife was not attracted by the milkman or 
even seduced by the postman.  No, she'd left him for the tennis pro at the 
health club.

	At forty, Erich was the proud father of a highly ambitious
freshman at NYU.  He couldn't help but notice how beautiful and how much a 
woman Sun Yi looked.  From an eight-year-old ragamuffin, she'd blossomed into 
an Asian beauty with shiny black hair and dark mysterious eyes.  Her waist 
was slim and, if she weren't his daughter, Erich would have called 
her breasts the 3 P's -- pert, pointy and perfect.  The narrow waist of
her faded jeans and loose cashmere sweater did nothing to take away from
her perfect figure.  Both waiters and patrons alike spoke in hushed whispers
about the beautiful girl that was home for October break.

	Between bites, Sun Yi told of her classes, the professors she 
hated and the boys who wouldn't leave her alone.  Mid-sentence, Sun Yi's
eyes suddenly glazed over and her face drained of color.  ``Are you okay?''
asked Erich.  Sun Yi did not move, but looking into her eyes, Erich saw them 
suddenly turn ablaze.  Reaching across the table, he put his hand on her 
forehead.  She didn't have a fever.  As quickly as it happened, Sun Yi 
snapped out of it.  She reached up and took his hand away from her forehead.  
Rather than let go, she held it and said, ``Don't worry about me Erich.  I'm 
a big girl now.''

	He started to withdraw his hand, but she refused to let go.  Over
the stalemate of their interlocked fingers, he said ``So it's Erich now
and no longer daddy.''  Like eating meat, the term `daddy' had gone the way 
of the dodo.

	``You can be so simple sometimes, Erich. You know you're more than
a father to me.  Much more.''  Sun Yi stood up still holding his hand.

	``We're leaving?'' he asked, barely able able to throw down enough
money to cover the bill.

	``Erich, you're so naive,'' she said with him in tow.

	``Are you sure you're okay?'' he asked, as she opened the
passenger side door for him.

	``I'm more than fine.''  There was a note of finality in her
shutting the door for him; their father-daughter ties seemed to be
irreparably severed.  

	Slipping into the driver's seat, she paused before starting the
car.  Reaching over, she slipped his seat belt in place for him.  ``Don't
you wish these things could be locked by the driver?'' she pondered
toying with the belt.  ``Sort of kinky if you think about it.''

	``I never thought about it,'' he sputtered, not sure what was really
happening.

	``Trust me.  I know what I'm doing,'' she said as she slid the Audi
into gear and raced off.  Despite the evening's chill she lowered her window 
and let the breeze toss her hair.

	Erich could tell they were heading home.  He just had no idea why.  
Sun Yi seemed to know what she wanted.  She played less than subtly with the 
stick shift as she spoke.  ``Erich, did you know that I'm a virgin?''

	``Sun Yi!'' he yelled with all the parental sternness he could
muster.  ``That's none of my business.  You're an adult and I trust you.''

	She tossed her head back in the breeze and laughed.  ``At least
you notice I'm an adult.  Do you also know that I'm beautiful?''

	``I've always told you that,'' he replied.

	``No, I'm very sexy,'' she said coyly.  ``Aren't you curious why
a woman who could have any man is a virgin?''

	Ten years ago he'd read every book on child rearing that there was.  
Doctor Spock just didn't cover this situation.  Erich improvised.  ``I
assume it's because I did a good job raising you.''

	Taking her hand off the stick shift, Sun Yi placed it on his knee
and squeezed.  ``A very good job,'' she replied.  He couldn't help but
notice how long and red her nails were.  Leaving her hand on his leg,
she explained, ``Did you know that you're my hero?  I adore you, Erich.
You took care of me.  You drove to the store at 3:00 AM when I had my
first period.  You turned all red in the face when you tried to explain
sex to me.  You're just too sweet.''  Her hand slid off his knee and onto
his thigh.

	``Thank you,'' he said reaching down and taking her hand.  Holding
hands was better than having her fingers caressing his thigh.

	Sun Yi pouted and explained further,  ``My first lover has to
be a man of your equal, Erich.  He has to be as bright, handsome, kind and 
gentle as you are.  You gave me everything and I expect no less from
a lover.''

	Her nails were tickling his palm.  He wished it didn't feel so
good.  ``That's very sweet,'' he managed to say.

	``When's the last time you made love to a woman?'' she taunted.

	``That's none of your business,'' he shot back.

	``Come, come, Erich.  You're no prude.  You just didn't date a
lot after the bitch left.  I'm in Psych 100: I know these things.  Talk about 
a dysfunctional family unit.  You were worried about getting hurt again so 
you closed yourself off from the pleasures of the flesh and channeled all your 
affection to me.''

	Her hand slid from his grasp and into his lap.  She began to
stroke him.  ``How long has it been?'' she purred, as she coaxed his 
hardness to come alive.

	``Over a year,'' he whispered.

	She pulled the car into the driveway and engaged the emergency
break.  Taking her seatbelt off, Sun Yi leaned over and undid Erich's
pants.  ``You deserve better,'' she said as she descended on him, her 
mouth completely engulfing him.  No woman had ever been able to
do that for him.  What endowments Erich lacked socially he more than made 
up for anatomically.  Up and down her head bobbed, one hand grasped tightly
around his member while the other cupped him.  She paused, licked her palms
and continued.  Her enthusiasm and the year's hiatus was too much for him.  
Straining at his seatbelt,  Erich exploded into her mouth.

	Although she made every effort to ride him to fruition, Sun Yi came 
up coughing.  ``I'm sorry,'' she choked.  ``I've never done that before.
I'll do better next time.  I promise.''  She gave him a smile and 
subconsciously licked a stray pearl from the corner of her mouth.

	His level of testosterone greatly reduced, Erich, like all men,
suddenly found himself able to think clearly.  ``Sun Yi, that was very
beautiful, but it's wrong.  You're my daughter.''

	Placing her head on his shoulders, she snuggled close to him.
He put his arms around her.  ``Did you ever have a crush on a teacher?''
she asked.

	``I had a horrible crush on my English teacher in high school,''
he replied.

	``It's the same way with you Erich.  I had a father who beat me.
That's why I was taken away and put up for adoption.  I loved you and 
couldn't think of you as a father.  A father to me is someone who hurt
me.  I always thought of you as a `sun-sang-nim'.  It means `teacher' in 
Korean.  And I've had a crush on you since I was thirteen.''

	``It's still not right,'' said Erich.  They'd separated slightly and
he found his hand under her sweater.  His fingers traced the outline
of her nipples through her bra.  Soft, firm, pert, pointy and perfect.
``I'm violating your trust, and besides, you're too young.''

	Sun Yi started to get out of the car.  Erich followed, putting his
arm around her as they walked up the path to the front door.  With her
head on his shoulder, Sun Yi asked, ``If I lost my virginity to my high 
school sweetheart, you wouldn't think it odd?''

	``No,'' he replied.

	As he shut the door behind them, Sun Yi began to undress.  Her 
cashmere sweater fell to the floor, followed by her blouse.  Her bra was
plain and white, innocently filled by her 3 P's.  Her jeans slid over her
full hips, and along with the jeans, she took off her knee-highs.  She stood
there in her white cotton panties and bra and took Erich by the hands.
``Do you find me attractive?''

	``Yes, very attractive.''

	Guiding his hands to her shoulder straps, she helped him remove
her bra.  Her breasts were a rich brown accented by reddish nipples that
already stood erect.  ``You are my high school sweetheart.  You're going
to be my first Erich.''

	He was mesmerized by the gentle rise of her mound as he swelled
through her panties.  She smiled and guided his hand there.  He could feel
her wetness had soaked through the thin white cotton.  He rubbed her gently 
as she slid her panties off.  With one arm he pulled her close, while the 
other moved up and down establishing a rhythm gently with her thrusting hips. 
``Make slow circles,'' she whispered in his ear.  Her whisper was followed by 
a playful tongue.  The tongue turned into a gentle biting of his earlobe as 
her rubbing against him grew more pronounced.   Sun Yi's teeth sank into his 
shoulder, suppressing a scream as her body bucked and kicked against him.  She 
fell against him limp.  Erich lifted her thin frame up.


	``Take me to our bed,'' she murmured in his ear.

	He carried her upstairs and laid her down on the white comforter.  Her
dark skin stood out against it, accented by a delicate black triangle of hair 
and brownish-red nipples.  The only adornment she wore was a gold anklet.  
Lying on top of her, Erich kissed her tentatively.  With mouths closed at
first, they became acquainted with each other's lips.  Lips eventually parted 
and tongues sought each other out as they thoroughly explored this orifice.  
She writhed against him and feverishly pulled his clothes off.  Kissing her
from neck to nipples to stomach, Erich moved lower on Sun Yi's taut
body.  As he began to kiss her perfumed triangle, she pulled up gently
by the ears.  ``Save some lessons for tomorrow.  I want you now.''

	Reaching down between his legs, she rubbed Erich's manhood in
her wetness until he was ready to explode.  ``I don't have protection,''
he said pulling back.

	Taking his hardness in both hands she pulled him gently back onto her.
``What would you do if I got pregnant?'' she asked, as she pulled gently up
and down.

	``I'd have to marry you,'' he replied without a second's hesitation.

	``I'm ovulating,'' she said, as she guided him into her.  Her
nails dug into his shoulders, she was tense and ridged.  Erich was
gentle and slow, hoping she'd begin to enjoy it -- after all it was her first
time.  Teacher/student, no.  Father/daughter, no more.  They were lovers.  
They were one and this was just one of many lessons shared between equals.

	Back at the Chinese restaurant, a second couple had also left hastily.
Olivia Walsh had been celebrating her fortieth wedding anniversary when the
plate of moo-shu tainted by the love potions had been placed in front
of her.  After two mouthfuls, she'd pulled her sixty-two year-old husband, 
Walter, out to the car, where they made love in the back seat.

	After the restaurant closed, Second Bus Girl Fong claimed to feel very
ill.  She claimed tea usually settled her stomach.  Although, both Third 
Waiter Shen and Third Dishwasher Zheng offered her a ride home, she declined.  
Instead she had accepted a ride with Assistant Manager Wu who had no idea she 
was only pretending to be sick.  That night, as he made love to Fong, he had 
the speed, tenacity and endurance of the tiger.  A woman as beautiful as Fong 
brings that out in any man.

	Over a case of Tsi Tao beer, Third Waiter Shen and Third Dishwasher
Zheng came to the decision that women were the scourge of mankind, men didn't 
need them and men should stick together rather than competing for the 
attentions of a mere woman.  Swearing that they'd never again be involved 
with the female species, they each pretended to head home.  Once out of sight 
of each other, they simultaneously hailed a cab and gave the driver directions 
to the same after-hours club that was always full of gorgeous Chinese girls.

