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 Title: All I Ever Wanted Ch.  02
Summary: Harry & his Asian Half-Sister fall in Love.
Keywords: inc,fic
   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.
   +++
   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.
   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.
   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.
   Living on my nerves was beginning to fray me at the edges, and it was
with regret, but a certain amount of relief, that I headed back to London,
to get my summer workload under control, wait for Sai Fong to wangle a week
with me, and wank myself comatose over her and her gorgeous arse.
   Seeing as it was now mid-June, it would be mid-September until I had her
with me full-time, but the weeks had never passed so slowly.  Dad had
climbed down from his 'I am her parent, and I have spoken' high-horse once
I'd gone over the possible consequences of Sai Fong as a healthcare
professional, and once he thought about it, and stopped shuddering, he
agreed to sign-off on her student loan documentation and agreed that once
she was my problem, she really was my problem; he wasn't going to travel
down to bail her out of anything; I'd agreed to watch her, and even though
she was an adult, I was her older brother, so I got the cacky-stick if
anything went tits-up with, around, or because of, her.
   Sai reckoned she could wangle a week in July, and possibly one in
August, but that would be all before the father became suspicious; Sai
tends to forget he was a cop before he became Dutiful Dad the Dimwit, in
one of the most deviously crooked cities on the planet, and, like the Old
Bill everywhere, he was a born prod-nose, with a well-developed sense of
bullshit; flagging-up anything with him would immediately make him search
and dig and pry until he'd got answers that satisfied him; not a good trait
in a parent of a female student.  I didn't want to hurt dad, and neither
did Sai Fong.  Nor did I want dad hurting me, which he would have done,
excessively so, if he thought I was doing something to his princess (yes, I
know...), and if he twigged-on, well, he'd been a cop in Hong Kong for
years, he knew how to finish me off and not have the marks show...
   So it was in all our best interests if he was kept far away and
completely in the dark until we were ready to tell him.  Having had this
conversation with Sai several times after she'd ambushed me several times,
scaring me out of several years' growth, she accepted with bad grace, and
spent the remainder of that week behaving herself.  Relatively speaking, of
course.
   At last, I got a phone call in mid-July, Sai telling me she needed to
come down and scope out the art-supplies distributors, museums, galleries
and showrooms and whatnot - obviously Dad was in earshot, so this was for
his benefit, and as she needed to bring enough clothes for a week, could I
please come and get her, she'd refund the petrol.  I broke the speed record
getting to the car, ground my way up the West way to the M40, M6 and M54
and dashed up to Shropshire, making it home in 2 hours flat.  I spoke with
dad, promised I'd bird-dog Sai, yes, I'll lock her in her chastity-belt
before dark, yes, I'll handcuff her to the stove at night, yes, I won't
forget to set up the bear trap in case of burglars and rapists etc etc,
bundled her into the car without unseemly haste, and headed back down to
London, Sai grinning at me in that way she has, hiking up her skirt to show
me her pussy, free of any obstructing underwear, almost making me crash.  I
sat there, driving steadily, with a truly epic hard-on, trying not to look
as she hiked her skirt up higher and higher, grinning like a fucking
monkey. She only stopped when a passing lorry beeped and the driver stuck
up his thumb, suddenly realising all the high vehicles in the near-side
lane could see right into the car, and she'd been giving a free show to
half of the UK's eastbound heavy-lorry traffic.
   At last we got home, and I didn't grope her out of the car, didn't stick
my tongue down her throat, didn't chase her up the stairs, didn't toss her
on the bed and jam things in her.  That came once I'd lugged 3 metric
tonnes of clothing, make-up, laptops, shoes, vanity cases, cuddly toys, and
what felt like a spare sink and a gas stove up three flights of stairs and
collapsed from oxygen starvation at the top.  Sai had disappeared
somewhere, and I was just lying there, gasping for breath, checking my
pulse, when I heard her calling my name impatiently.  I looked up to see
her standing leaning in the bedroom door wearing a cut off t-shirt that
just covered her breasts, and nothing else.  I swear, my erection levered
me off the floor and upright as my zipper went spuunngg!  and I loped
toward her, drooling, making little whimpering noises, she backing into the
bedroom with a big grin on her face.
   We hit the bed together, kissing as hard as we could get our faces
together, her arms locked around my neck, my arms locked around her waist,
pulling her in tight.  I couldn't believe it was possible for two people to
need each other so badly, it was almost painful as I kissed and stroked
her, squeezing her waist, sliding my hands down to clench and jiggle her
lovely little apple bottom, licking her lips as she licked mine.  I stood
up, tearing off my clothes while she watched, reaching out to help me pull
off my shorts, freeing my old man for it to bob almost into her face.  She
caught it with her lips, smiling at me around it, almost making me come on
the spot, and I had to back away from her, adoring the little pout she gave
as Harry Jr.  popped out from between her lips.  I wanted to play, not
point and shoot, and I wanted to pleasure her as well, not just myself.
   We slid back into bed, snugged up tight to each other, kissing less
wildly now, more control, initial heat spent, letting the banked fires
build up again now.  I took the ends of her cut-off, pulling it up to
expose her lovely small firm breasts, her cute nipples stiff and hard,
little pinkish fingertips on her round little breasts, and licking and
sucking them, making her groan with delight as I nipped them gently.  She
sat up and tugged her top off, her arms snaking around me as she kissed me
again, her weight pulling me down onto her, smiling as I broke off to kiss
down her neck to her nipples, licking and sucking them.  Sai closed her
eyes, lips parted as her breathing deepened, holding my head in place
gently to prolong her pleasure, her back arching to push her breasts into
my mouth.  I licked down her abdomen, kissing a trail from her nipples to
her navel, to her fine silky private hair, lapping my tongue through it,
enjoying the sensation, as always, of it parting under my tongue, gossamer
threads on a warm silky base, until my tongue slid into her slit, touching
her hooded clitoris, making her start.  I slid between her thighs, pulling
her to me, enjoying her warm, rich scent, to slide my tongue over the
labia, then licking her from her anus to her labia again, poking her anus
with my with my tongue-tip and feeling it convulse, Sai jumping at the
sensation, then back up to her labia, teasing at the parting between them,
Sai gasping again, louder, as they opened for me, and pushing my tongue as
deep into her vagina as I could, feeling her inner lips, rubbing them with
my tongue, making her gasp again, whispering my name over and over again. I
licked and tasted her pussy, feeling the hardening nub of her clitoris as
it became engorged, flicking it to hear her gasp and feel her jump, then
licking it with long strokes, her juices pouring out of her, lubricating
her open vagina, making her nub slippery and succulent.  Sai thrust her
vagina against my face, rubbing herself against my mouth, her breathing
coming in staccato gasps as she approached orgasm, her climax finally
peaking as she screamed out with release, "Harry, Oh God, Harry, oh yes, oh
YES!  OOOHH YESSS!  OOHH fuuuCCCCKK, OHH MY FUCKING GOD....AAAHHH!" With a
final groaning scream she collapsed, muscles quivering as she came down,
the pulse in her throat fluttering, face flushed and beaded with
perspiration.
   At last her eyes opened, and she looked at me, smiling the smile of the
properly fucked.  "What now, big brother?" She smiled as I slid up between
her legs, raising them and pushing back toward her, raising her pussy off
the bed and into the air.  "Oh, that!" she grinned, watching as I leaned up
and forward, to bring my face level with and above hers, and slowly slid my
cock into her, watching her face for signs of pain or discomfort, until I
was all the way in.  I kept my weight on my hands and knees, and began
slowly pumping in and out of her, ducking down to kiss her, enjoying the
depth of penetration, as was Sai, by the sounds of it.  We kept up this
motion for a while, Sai content for me to pump while she kissed and hugged
me as close as she could, but I could see she was getting tired; the
'pile-driver' is not a comfortable position for the woman to be in for
long, and so I eased back a bit, Sai dropping her legs down to the bed, and
she almost immediately began humping back at me, planting her feet flat on
the bed for leverage, wrapping her arms even tighter around me, lifting
herself against me, her breathing hitching and gasping again, orgasm
approaching.  When she came, it was with a series of hissing gasps, gasping
my name in my ear as she pumped me rapidly, sliding her clitoris against my
pubic hair, stimulating herself as she came, her pussy clenching and
rippling around my cock, making me come with a loud groan.  I pumped what
felt like a pint of spunk into her, spurt after spurt, the most stimulated
I had ever been, the sensation obviously setting her off on a new string of
orgasmic tremors, her arms rigid, like iron bars round my neck, as she
clamped herself tight to me.
   At last my convulsing cock stopped twitching and spurting, and I slumped
over to one side, pulling her over with me, rolling onto my back, Sai Fong
rolling with me, to lie still and silent on my chest.  She looked up at me,
and smiled.  "Your heartbeat is deafening, did you know that?"So was hers,
her heart fluttering against my chest, and that pulse in her neck still
beating rapidly.
   I took the opportunity to kiss her properly, not that freestyle
lip-wrestling we were doing a little while ago, but properly, lovingly,
letting her know just how much I'd missed her, and how much I wanted her,
how much I had needed her back with me, even if it was for just a few days.
Magically, her engagement ring had reappeared, and she kissed it as she saw
me smile at it, then kissed me once, lightly, on the tip of my nose.
   We lay for a while, catching our breath, stroking and nibbling each
other, maintaining contact for as long as possible.  I love having her
lying in this position.  She was soft and warm, and delightfully firm yet
yielding in all the right places, her bum in exactly the right position for
me to catch hold of it and play with her cheeks, squeeze them together and
pull them up, separating and weighing them, then pull them apart to stretch
open her anus, making her gasp and look at me in mock severity.  "Harry,
that's naughty!" then jumping and giggling when I trailed a fingertip over
her little sheriff's star, kissing me and nibbling her lip every time I did
that.  I filed that response away for future reference....
   At last, she rolled of me, pulling in close to me, draping her arm
across my chest and rubbing and kneading at my abdominal muscles, tracing
them out.  "Harry, tense your stomach for a second," she asked me.  I did
so and she ran her hand over it.  "Yuk!  It feels like a cobbled street,
you do this to yourself for fun, do you?" I was about to protest, when I
saw the glint in her eyes, her suppressed laughter.  "Relax, Stretch
Armstrong, it feel good; healthy, you know what I mean?  You should see
some of the doughy specimens that try to pick me up in Telford or
Wolverhampton.  One spotty Oik wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, I had to
give him the knee; think I might have overdone it a tad though; he got two
small lumps on the top of his head and keeled over...!"
   I was just so glad to have her back with me; she felt perfect, exactly
right, as opposed to my past girlfriends, who'd just been mild diversions
compared to what I was feeling for Sai; not that I'd used them, we'd not
parted on bad terms or anything, it was just that none of them found that
place I wanted to be in.  None of them was Miss Right; at the time they
were all just Miss Right-Now, and they felt the same about me.  But with
Sai, I could tell what she was thinking, and she could read me like a book.
I think growing up together the way we did, me only being there for
weekends and holidays, made us more aware of each other when we were
together, more in-tune with the other's moods and feelings; except the bit
about Sai ambushing me that first night; I never saw that coming, although
in hindsight there were plenty of hints, I was just too dense to read them
correctly.  What I did understand now, was, one day soon, I was going to
marry this girl, no matter what I had to do to swing it.
   I came back to reality with Sai Fong pinching me.  "Hello, Harry, this
is the mother-ship, are you receiving?" I grinned at her.  "I was just
thinking about you, Princess, congratulating myself at finally getting you
into bed...OooWW!" as she flicked Harry Jr.
   "Harry Waterfield, I had to practically climb on your face to get you
into bed, so don't congratulate yourself on anything.  Accept that I am in
fact what you need, I am what you're getting, and any attempts to change
the status quo will result in a sharp fingernail in the end of your knob
when you least expect it.  The fact that you are my big brother is neither
relevant nor important.  You are now officially my man, got a ring to prove
it.  Got me?"
   I had to grin; Sai Fong is absolutely adorable when she's laying-down
the law, as well as completely immovable, something Dad knows to his cost.
I grabbed her and pulled her close, kissing her as I slid my hands down to
squeeze and pull her bum cheeks apart, enjoying the feeling of her gasping
into my mouth, and the feel of her lips curving into a grin as I tickled
her anus with a fingertip.
   "What are you doing, Harry?" she whispered, as I circled her bum hole,
sliding my finger down to her slit and back up again.
   "Feeling you up, Princess, do you like it?" I answered her, tapping her
hole lightly, feeling her buttocks jerking each time I did it, and kissing
her long and slow as I circled her hole again.
   "What do you want, Harry?" she whispered, smiling and pushing her bum
against my hand as I pushed against her bum, my fingertip pressing more
firmly against her anal bud, with Sai kissing me and stroking my face,
wriggling slightly against my fingertip, making me rub gently again at her
back door.
   I rolled over, Sai under me, her legs parting as I slid down her body,
sucking and nibbling her nipples, kissing her navel, until I licked at the
head of her slit, making her jump and sigh, her clitoris immediately
sliding out from its hood, firming-up under my tongue, her lips opening.  I
licked along her lips, down to her anus, and began lapping and licking at
it with little stabbing motions of my tongue-tip, Sai moaning and sighing,
asking me "Harry, what are you doing, Harry, oh, yes, stick your tongue in
me, oh yes, my arse, Harry, yes, oh you're so naughty, Harry, yes...!" I
bored in with my tongue, going in deeper, making her gasp and moan louder,
lubricating her hole, making it relax for me.
   Now that her arse was wet and ready, I straightened up, lifting her legs
and pulling them up and out, holding on to her ankles as I slid forward, my
cock resting against her wet slippery anus.  Sai Fong looked up at me, her
hands on either side of my face, hissing "Oh God, you are so dirty, do it,
do it now, shove it up my arse, Harry, you want it, do it!" I pushed
forward, meeting resistance, Sai opening her eyes wide, her breath hissing
between her clenched teeth.  Her hand snaked down to rub and frig her
clitoris, gasping and hissing as I slid forward, until my head popped past
her ring, making her yelp out loud, then bear back at me, teeth gritted as
I pushed forward.  Slowly my cock slid into her anus, the tightness
incredible, the sensation indescribable, meeting no further resistance
except the tightness of her rectum as I slowly shoved my cock into her,
fucking her arse for the first time, moving further in until I was in her
all the way, my balls rubbing against her bum cheeks as I waited for her
signal.  Sai lay back gasping, then smiled up at me, nodding, and I began
to back out.
   She reacted immediately.  "OH MY FUCKING CHRIST, HARRY, OOOHH FUCK, YES,
GOD, YESSS!" as I moved out and then back in again, slowly pumping into
her, my cock feeling gigantic in such a restricted place, trying
desperately not to come immediately as her anal tube squeezed me
mercilessly, my world concentrated in the sensations in my cock.  Sai
frigged herself as I pumped, her breath becoming rapid and shallow, eyes
rolling up in her head, face and neck flushing as she approached orgasm,
until she came with a loud whistling groan, back arching, her hands rubbing
frantically at her clitoris, her pussy rippling and shuddering, making her
rectum contract convulsively around me, clamping me in place.  I lost all
control, coming so hard I nearly passed out, the spunk racing out of me to
spray her insides, setting her off on another series of rippling
convulsions, Sai sobbing and groaning as she climaxed again, her rectum
squeezing my already over-stimulated cock, something down inside my midriff
clenching with the force of my ejaculation as I pumped again and again.
   At last I stopped, my orgasm run its course, my softening cock finally
slipping out of her tight little arsehole, dropping to my elbows to take my
weight as Sai dropped her legs down to the bed, eyes closed and breathing
rapidly as her own orgasm died away slowly.
   I dropped down beside her on the bed, trying to breathe as my heart
raced, she gently touching my face and torso, stroking me, trying to calm
my breathing.  At last my breathing slowed and my heart stopped hammering
so violently, and I was able to turn and stroke her back, pulling her close
to hug her to me.
   "Thank you, Princess, that was amazing!" I smiled.  She grinned back. 
"Don't you remember I told you I had a third cherry?  Well, that was it,
Harry.  Now you've sodomized me so thoroughly, you've got to marry me,
brother or not!"
   I laughed out loud at her, and she smiled happily, reaching up to kiss
me gently.  "I told you that first night about my cherry because I thought
you'd do something about it; you certainly took your fucking time to take
the hint!  Four weeks, Harry, four weeks!  If I hadn't been practicing for
months for this I would have been reluctant to let you anywhere near there,
but I've been gagging for you to get this done.  At-fucking-last!"
   "Practicing?" I asked her, and she grinned that cheeky grin.  "Yes
Harry, practicing.  One of the girls gave me a...thing, a sex toy, you
know, and I've been using it to get used to the feeling of being plugged-up
down there, so I could trap you into it.  It feels amazing, but take note;
my arse is not an alternate playground, got it?  High Days and Holidays
only, special occasions, not a nice end to the day's festivities for you.
Right?  Unless I change my mind, of course....!"
   "Right!" I agreed, happy to have sampled it for now, confident I could
change her mind in due course.
   Sai jumped off the bed.  "I'm having a hot soak, my bum feels rubbed-raw
right now, I need to sit in a hot bath for a while, when I come out you're
taking me to dinner, we'll split it, so think about a nice place to take
your fiancée!" she grinned, and disappeared into the bathroom.
   We went to dinner on the Edgware Road, to a nice Mongolian place I knew,
and as Sai's a committed carnivore like me, she stoked-up on barbecued beef
and lamb, drinking ice-cold Kirin Ichiban, and relaxing, joking with the
waiting staff, generally making herself agreeable, chatting away in
Cantonese with them when she discovered that most of them could speak it,
having a right old time.  When we left, the manager pressed a box of sweet
bean cakes into her hand, as 'a present for Miss Sai-Sai', me saying 'Toh
Sieh' the only Cantonese I know and getting a pitying smile in return.
   Sai Fong was in a happy and relaxed mood when we got home, ready to turf
all my stuff out of the only wardrobe and install all her stuff.  I saw no
point in complaining, she only heard what she wanted to, all else was
noise, easily tuned-out.  I did ask her why she felt obliged to bring half
of all she possessed for a one-week stay, and got that look; the one that
says 'Harry, I am doing this for a reason, don't try and figure it out,
because you won't.  Cup of tea, please', so I just shelved it, packing all
of my stuff into one corner of a dresser drawer - she had all the others.
However, I wasn't going to start a war over closet space, the important
thing was that she was here, and as I pointed out to her, once she left
again, I had an unlimited amount of her underwear left behind to wank into
until she came back.  She accused me of various perversions, getting more
eloquent, until I reminded her I wasn't the one who spent half the summer
with a sex-toy hammered up their arse on the off-chance of getting
tail-gunned.
   We were going to have great fun this week!
   The next few days were a blur, memorable only for the fact that I had my
beloved Princess constantly with me.  I had to work, so Sai would get up
early (although how she managed that I don't know; she certainly never
learned how when she lived at home), make me a quick breakfast as I
showered, hand me my stuff as I dressed, and kiss me out the door, just
like any married couple.  I mentioned this to her once, and she had also
noted how we complemented each other, that whatever we did for each other,
it felt right; it was like we inhabited a place inside each others' head.
   While I was out, she really did trip around London, collecting leaflets
and giveaways from the various galleries, museums and collections, of which
there are literally hundreds in central London alone.  I came home one
evening to find her almost in tears after visiting Dulwich Gallery, part of
the Dulwich College Boy's School, and stuffed to the gills with paintings
by Hogarth, Gainsborough, Rembrandt, Landseer, Constable, Poussin, De Hooch
and other Dutch masters, sensory overload setting in as she tried to cope
with the sheer volume of art available to her.  I think it was then she
realised what a task she'd set herself, studying Fine Arts at Slade, and I
gained a new perspective on what it meant to study art; I'd always
privately considered art students to be slackers, doing degrees that
guaranteed them a place in the unemployment statistics, but now I realised
how deeply Sai Fong felt about her chosen field, and understood the
commitment and emotional connection she felt.  I had been to Dulwich
College many times; I had played rugby against them all through school, but
had never bothered to take a walk into their gallery; now I promised I
would, just to see for myself what had affected Sai so deeply.
   The whole week was just a delight, coming home to her was delicious,
seeing my girl waiting for me, bursting to tell me the news of the day, or
just glad to see me, hugging me as I came in, domestic bliss.  Letting her
go again was going to be hell; the longer she stayed with me, the deeper
our feelings for each other grew, and the more risk of giving ourselves
away.  I tried not to think about her going away again, even for just a few
weeks, just enjoyed her time with me before she had to leave.
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