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 Title: Shining Girl Ch.  01
Summary: Jack finally notices his Japanese half-sister.
Keywords: inc,fic
   My name is John Cameron, but my family and fireside name is Jack, and
always has been, except for my Grandad, who invariably calls me Jacko, the
same name as his scruffy, smelly Jack Russell.  Was he trying to tell me
something....?
   When I was just over a year old, my parents separated, and my mother
brought me back to England from Japan, where we'd lived.  My father
remained in Osaka, where he was Chief Consular something or other, some
sort of senior diplomat with the Foreign & Commonwealth Office.  He had no
interest in coming back to England, he preferred to stay in Japan, and as I
had zero interest in ever going back to Japan, especially to see or stay
with a man I didn't know at all, I never saw him again.
   Not that I minded; I didn't remember him at all, only the odd flash of
recall when I saw a photo of him at home.  My total connection with my
father was limited to birthday cards, Christmas presents when I was
younger, his payment of my school fees, and the (very) occasional phone
call; he wasn't what you would call the affectionate type.  My mother was
content to be his best friend, and vice versa, as being husband and wife
was something neither one of them could manage to make work.  As
long-distance best friends their relationship seemed to work well, and both
of them were quite happy with that state of affairs, as was I.
   I grew up in a fairly large, comfortable house in Copthorne, in
Shrewsbury, a small town on the River Severn in the Welsh border marches, a
place of no real significance except that it's the county town of
Shropshire.  My father paid for me to attend Shrewsbury School as a
day-boy, one of the few local boys among a horde of trust-fund boarders.
   My mother had the occasional boyfriend as I was growing up, but they
left me alone, and I completely ignored them for the most part, an
arrangement that suited all parties.  As a result, I had no other
significant male influence except my grandfather, my mother's father, who
lived in a huge 18th century former Rectory outside Oswestry, about 20
miles from Shrewsbury.
   My father married a Japanese lady, Setsuko, not long after he and mother
divorced, and about a year later they had a daughter, Teruko, which means
'Shining Child' apparently, and once in a while, (especially when she was
younger) I would get exquisite little calligraphic birthday and Christmas
cards from her, addressed to 'Revered Elder Brother' and even a couple of
photographs of her over the years.
   I could see why she was called 'Shining Child'.  She was very
fair-skinned, not that pinkish 'peaches & cream' complexion that some
Japanese and Korean girls have, more Caucasian, and she had fine, long,
light hair, a dark honey-colour, not quite as fair as my father's, and
nothing like mine, which is deep brown, like my mother's.  Taken with her
big jet-black eyes, she looked quite arresting, a pretty little kid all
around.  Her features obviously favoured her mother, as I could see no
immediate resemblance between her and my father or myself.
   When I was 18, I managed to pass all my A-Level examinations, and
applied to university.  I wanted to study Mechanical Engineering at
Manchester or Imperial College, London, so I dutifully filled in all my
applications and sent them off for processing.  I had already applied for
funding, so I wasn't going to ask my father; he'd stopped supporting me on
my 18th birthday, which was all fine and according to the agreement he and
mum had made when they first separated, and it didn't seem fair to put the
arm on him again.
   Now that my finals were over, I had a large chunk of the summer recess
to kill, and mother suggested I take a few days and go away somewhere,
maybe Ayia Napa or Rimini, or maybe Mykonos, go and party, and blow off
some post-exam steam.  So I went to Rimini with a bunch of school friends,
drank a huge amount, and lost weight through partying excessively round the
clock.
   I arrived back home a week later, oozing alcohol from every pore, to
terrible news.
   My father and Setsuko had been involved in a car accident in Osaka the
day before, they both died in the crash, and mum, and I were listed as next
of kin.  Teruko was only 15, and as her sole relative, I was requested by
the British Consulate in Osaka to come and retrieve her.
   I arrived in Osaka after a flight lasting almost 14 hours, to find an
aide from the British Consul-General and an official from the office of the
Shusho, the Prime Minister, waiting for me.  It was a courtesy, really, for
the consular aide to be there.  My father had been killed while he was on
personal travel, on holiday for a few days with his family.
   Apparently, they were on their way to collect Teruko from boarding
school when the accident happened.  As he was off the diplomatic
reservation, the Consulate were not able to sign any of the police
documentation because he was on leave when he died, hence my presence.
   The Japanese government, however, were falling over themselves to ease
the way for me.  It wouldn't look at all good in the international press to
have it known that a senior British diplomat had been killed by a Japanese
national, hence the Prime Minister's aide.
   He spent what seemed like an inordinate time apologising for the
circumstances leading to the death of my father and his wife, in quite
perfect, 'received-pronunciation' English.  I put him at his ease, assuring
him that I didn't blame him, the Prime Minister, The Emperor, the Japanese
people, Mothra, Rodan, or Godzilla; it was a simple, tragic accident, and
that these things happen.  It seemed to be the only way to calm him down
and basically get rid of him.
   After the usual courtesies and condolences, the Consular aide got down
to my reason for being there.
   "I'll be taking you to see your sister, Mr.  Cameron" he told me.  "When
we heard what had happened, the Consul and his wife picked her up from
school and broke the news to her about the accident; she's staying with the
Consul and his family, so I'll take you there now; I'm sorry, I really
don't envy you right now.  Have you met your sister before?"
   I had to confess, I only had a couple of old photos of her, taken when
she was nine or ten, so I really had no idea what she was like or how she'd
react to me.
   When we arrived at the Consul's residence, the British Consul himself, a
Mr.  Simpson, was waiting for me; he was obviously aware that father had
passed away, but so far he'd only told Teruko that they'd been involved in
an accident, but hadn't told her the worst part yet; he thought news like
that should come from a family member.  After some desultory small talk and
passing of condolences, he asked me if I would like to meet her.  I
assented, and he went into the hallway and called out in Japanese, "Teruko,
can you come here please?"
   After a few seconds wait, I saw a slight figure coming down the stairs
accompanied by an older woman, probably the Consul's wife.
   When she came into the room, I got my first look at my little sister. 
She was smaller than I expected for a 15 year-old schoolgirl; 5'2" or so,
slim and elfin, with tiny little hands and big, dark, almond eyes, and that
vivid, honey-coloured hair, cascading down almost to the small of her back.
She looked exquisite, like a porcelain doll.  I was a little unsure how to
greet her, or whether she spoke any English; did I hug her, kiss her cheek,
or just shake hands?
   When she saw me her eyes widened, so she obviously recognised me from my
photos, and she stopped and smiled hesitantly, before bowing.  She then
said something formally, almost ritualistically, and I looked helplessly at
the Consul for help.
   "She said 'Hello, greetings to revered Elder Brother'" said Mr.  Simpson
softly.  I nodded my thanks to him.
   "Teruko, please, be seated, I have very sad news," and the consul
translated for me again.  Her eyes got even bigger, and tears began to well
up, so I gave her my handkerchief.
   "Your mother and my, our, father died of their injuries, I am so sorry"
and once again he translated.  Her little face crumpled, and tears rolled
down her cheeks.  I offered her my arm, and she pulled herself into me,
crying silently, sobs wracking her slight frame as I held her to me and
patted her gently, not sure how to deal with grief like this.
   For all I knew, I was now her sole family, and while it was my duty to
look after her, I was concerned about dragging her to England when all she
knew was Japan.  I looked over at Simpson.
   "What happens to her now, does she have grandparents or family she could
perhaps live with here, rather than me uprooting her to a foreign country?"
I asked him, and he gently questioned her once she had calmed down and
composed herself a little.
   " Teruko, where are your grandparents?"
   She looked alarmed, and started talking rapidly.
   I sat there while she rattled on, Mr.  Simpson's face becoming more and
more sombre, until she'd finished, more tears rolling down her cheeks.
   "Jack, she can't go to her grandparents.  What she said was, she can't
live with them, because she's mixed-race, and because racial purity is so
important to Japanese people, she's effectively an outcast, she has no
place in their family, and they can't, or won't look after her; it would
dishonour them, she's frightened of what they would do to her, and she
asks, no, begs that you, her 'Revered Elder Brother' now look after her.
   I was appalled; I'd never heard anything so medieval and ridiculous.  I
thought for a second.
   "Mr.  Simpson, I need to talk to my mother.  Obviously I can't leave her
here by herself.  How difficult would it be to get a visa for her to travel
to the UK with me?"
   He smiled.
   "There's no problem, your father registered her as a British Citizen
when she was born, I'll arrange for a passport to be issued to her, she
could go with you as early as tomorrow if it came to it; in fact, I could
compel you to take her by appointing you her guardian pro-tem; technically,
she's a British Citizen and a minor in distress and you are her next of
kin, but I don't think it will come to that; will it?" he asked me
searchingly.
   I put my arm around her, held her small frame close to me and smiled at
her, trying to convey reassurance and comfort.
   "Mr.  Simpson, please tell her exactly what I'm saying," and he nodded
assent.
   "Teruko, you are my little sister, and I am taking you to England with
me, you will be safe there with my family.  We will look after you, you
will be part of my family now."
   Simpson spoke briefly with her; she listened carefully, hugged me, and
stood to bow again, once more saying something almost ritualistic in its
formality.
   Simpson smiled." She said 'Thank you very much, Revered Older Brother!'
Now, if you want to call home, you should probably do it now; we're nine
hours ahead here, so it's just about seven a.m.  in England, there's a
telephone in the dining room if you want some privacy.  The international
code is 0044 before the number, and these are secured-lines if that kind of
thing concerns you."
   I called home and let mum know what I'd done so far, and that I would
have to take Teruko to her home to collect her stuff.  Mum had cried a
little more; I guess me telling her baldly about the things I was having to
do now really drove home to her that he was dead and gone.  She and father
may have been divorced for many years, but they still loved each other,
they just weren't in love with each other, and they were old friends to
boot, so the fact of his death had hit her quite hard.
   I told her what was likely to happen to Teruko if I left her here alone,
and that I'd sort of pledged to look after her, and mum agreed: a civilised
man doesn't abandon a child like that.  For the first time ever, she
actually told me she was proud of me, which made me feel good inside.  She
also pointed out that Granddad would be pleased; Teruko was the
grand-daughter of his oldest friend, and he would happily support us if we
brought her into our family.
   The consulate's services group had agreed to arrange the funeral for
father and Setsuko, and promised they would be in touch with Teruko's
guardian (me, I suppose) or her trustees regarding father's Civil Service
pensions, his Death-In-Service benefits, and his property and effects.  As
I was over 18, and her brother, the Consul-General wasted no time in
appointing me her legal guardian pro-tem and releasing her into my care.
   Going through my father's home with Teruko was a strange and eerie
experience.  Even though I had no real memory of him, the sense of his
presence was everywhere, from his shaving kit laid out the bathroom, to
what was obviously his favourite coffee mug on the counter in the kitchen,
to the clutter of assorted keys, coins, cufflinks, and other paraphernalia
in a tray on his dresser.
   Teruko mainly wanted her clothes, and I helped her pack a holdall with
an amazing number of 'Hello Kitty' and 'Keroppi' T-shirts, windcheaters,
and plastic rain capes, although I did grab a couple of padded jackets for
her; England can be cold and damply unpredictable, even in summer.
   She stuffed another bag with a pile of photo albums of her mother and
father, and some family memento's.  Poor little Teruko was in tears by the
time we left, this was her home, but her parents were never coming back,
and she was being taken to a foreign country.  I didn't blame her for
crying, to be honest I was feeling pretty rotten myself by now; I'd never
really made an effort to connect with my father, and now I never could.
   She held my hand all the way back to the Residency, tears streaming down
her face, and all I could do was pat her hand...
   When we got back, we had dinner with the Simpsons, and then Mrs. 
Simpson took Teruko to her room and got her settled.  I was shown to
another guest room, where I soon discovered I couldn't sleep, the events of
the day playing out in my head over and over again.  I tossed and turned
for several hours, before finally turning on a bedside lamp and fishing out
a book from my flight bag.  I had barely begun reading when there was a
light tap on the door.  I investigated, and there was Teruko, in a floor
length nightgown, eyes bright with un-shed tears, looking small and
vulnerable.  I gestured for her to come in, and she came in and sat on my
bed, lip trembling.  I sat next to her and tried to dry her eyes, but she
buried her face in my shoulder and cried.
   I don't know how long we sat like that, but at last her tears dried up,
and she hugged onto me.  At some point she decided she wanted to talk, and
she just talked, an endless stream of fluting, liquid syllables, rising and
falling in tone, expressive and melodic.  Japanese is a nine-toned
language, and the constantly shifting tonal phrasing was musical and
hypnotic.  I began to catch the words 'Haha' and 'Chichi', the words for
Mother and Father, so I knew she was telling me about her parents.  Her
monologue went on and on; obviously she had a lot to tell me, and I was
fascinated, and half hypnotised, listening to the cadence of her speech. 
Obviously I couldn't understand what she was saying, so I began making up
stories to myself about what she was telling me, about her parents, school,
family holidays, and her friends.
   She stopped now and then to politely yawn, and I sat more comfortably on
my bed, leaning against the backrest with the pillows piled up to prop me
up, and Teruko huddled up against me, with my arm around her, still
talking, but slower now, yawning very prettily, her speech becoming blurry
as she talked herself out.
   We must have fallen asleep together, and I awoke to find her fast asleep
against me, her hand clutched around my arm as she huddled against me under
my arm.  She looked even younger asleep, her bottom lip pooched-out
adorably, and I felt a wave of compassion and sorrow for her.  No-one
should have to undergo what had happened to her; what would have happened
to her if I hadn't turned up, who would have taken her, where would she
have gone?  I shuddered to think; at least she would be safe with Mother
and me, with Granddad as a backup.
   The funeral was a week later, at the Catholic Cathedral in Osaka, and my
father and his wife were buried in the Uriwari Memorial Park cemetery, a
non-denominational cemetery for interfaith and non-Shinto burials.  It was
a strange, almost surreal experience.  Mother was unable to attend, her job
commitments wouldn't allow it, and the only other mourners were Consular
staff who were ordered to be there, plus a few stragglers from the various
foreign legations, Charges-d'affaires and Consulates in Osaka.  We did get
a brief murmured condolence from the British Ambassador from Tokyo, and a
tele-message from 10 Downing Street, and that was that.
   After that, there seemed nothing to do except come home, bring Teruko
back to her new life, and hope she could adjust to a new country, a new
language and customs, and vastly different surroundings.  She seemed
resigned, she knew the alternative that waited for her in Japan with no
family to protect or shelter her.
   *
   Mum met us at Heathrow, with a long padded coat and soft, warm gloves
for Teruko; the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and it felt more
like late autumn than late summer.  She was able to hold a halting
conversation with Teruko, her long-ago memories of Japanese gradually
reawakening now that she was conversing with a native speaker again.
   It was dark when we finally arrived back home in Shropshire, Teruko's
eyes large and astonished at the size of the house, the number of rooms,
and the size of the kitchen and bathrooms.  She was a little daunted by the
space we had, as houses in Japan, unless you're very well-off, are small,
compact, and huddled together.  Our house, standing alone with gardens all
round it must have seemed impossibly huge to her after the apartment in
Osaka.
   Mum had made steamed fish and rice, Miso soup and Ramen noodles, to give
Teruko a taste of home, and it only took a short while to heat it up for
dinner.  Teruko ate in silence, answering mum's questions but asking none
of her own.  When she yawned, mum asked her if she would like to sleep now,
and when she nodded, she showed her to her room.  She was half-way up the
stairs when she stopped and looked back at me, saying something.
   I looked enquiringly at Mum, who smiled at me.
   "She's asking you to come with her, she's calling you 'Onii-san', it
means 'big brother'.  You should call her 'Imoto'; it means little
'sister'. It's a lot less formal than using her full name all the time."
   I followed them upstairs and showed Teruko her room; again she was
wide-eyed at how much space she was going to occupy.  I showed her how the
aging shower unit worked in the family bathroom, and where my room was in
case she got frightened or confused, mum translating as best she could. 
Once she was settled in, I was done; it had been a long flight, followed by
a long drive, and I was bushed, so I headed off to bed.
   I was awakened in the middle of the night by a persistent light tapping
on my shoulder.  I turned to see Teruko standing there, looking 12 and
adorable in her long nightdress.  As soon as she saw I was awake, she
clambered onto the bed next to me and huddled up against me, talking
softly, probably telling me she'd had a nightmare.  I let her talk until
she began to nod off, and held her until I was sure she was fast asleep. 
Once she was sound asleep, I picked her up, amazed at how little she
weighed, and carried her back to her room, putting her back in her bed and
pulling the covers back up over her.  I know she felt comforted by having
me near her, I was the only relatively familiar thing in her life right
now, but she was a young teenage girl, so it was definitely inappropriate
for her to sleep in my bed, for whatever reason, when I was there too.
   I woke early to the sound of voices downstairs, mum and Teruko chatting
in Japanese, Teruko speaking slowly for her benefit.  I wondered how school
was going to work, or if we should maybe get her an English tutor, let her
learn some of the language before unleashing the teeming metropolis that
was Shrewsbury on her.  I had a quick shower and shave, and dressed in
tracksuit top and joggers, to go for my early morning run before the school
traffic built up around the Meole Brace and Priory schools down the road
from our house.
   I ambled downstairs and into the kitchen to get a diet cola from the
fridge, seeing mother and Teruko seated at the kitchen island with cereal
bowls.  As soon as she saw me, she slammed to her feet and bowed, intoning
"Ohayo aniki."
   Mum smiled.  "She said 'good morning, Big Brother!" You should reply
"Ohayo imoto."That means, 'Good Morning, little Sister'."
   I grinned at Teruko, and did as mother asked.  "Ohayo imoto." I sat her
back down again, and took her hand and tapped my chest with it.  "Jack" I
said, smiling, and tapped my chest again and repeated myself.  "Jack!"
   "Jakku-san?" she tried, and I grinned wryly; it seemed I was stuck with
Grandad's smelly dog's name.  I nodded agreement.  "Jakku-san!"
   I looked over at mum.
   "Mum, if you don't mind, I'd like to take Teruko over to Grandad's
today; I think he'd like to meet his friend's granddaughter."
   Mum agreed, and called him to say we'd be over later.  In the meantime I
went for my run, down through Kingsland and over the Kingsland Bridge, past
St.  Chad's and as far as the Severn Theatre in Frankwell.  That was my
half-way point, so I turned and ran back over the same route, to give me a
solid five-mile run.
   When I got in, I had a quick shower and dressed and, grabbing a bowl of
cereal, I sat and watched the news channel to catch up with events while
I'd been gone.  I was absorbed with the England v New Zealand Cricket
Test-Match highlights when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.  I turned to
see Teruko offering me a mug.
   " I made you some tea"
   I smiled and took it, looked inside, tea, yuk.  I thanked her and
manfully drank the horrible stuff, trying to look like I was enjoying it,
and touched by the gesture.  Mum came in as I was finishing my breakfast,
carrying a padded jacket for Teruko, and spoke to her in Japanese.
   "Teruko, we are visiting my father today"
   She handed Teruko her jacket, and helped her pull her hair out and
rearrange it.  As she did that her eyes had that faraway look I knew so
well.  She was about to reminisce at me.
   "Oh Jack, if only you knew how often I wished you were a girl when you
were small, just so I could sit and brush your hair!  Now I really can,
it's a little fantasy come true for me!  When we get back, I'm going to
make this little girl sit down and I'm going to brush her hair for as long
as she can stand it, then I'm going to plait it!"
   ++++
   All too soon I had to go down to London, to get my stuff set up in my
room in the student hall of residence, get my books ordered and delivered,
and familiarise myself with the campus in Kensington I would be based at.
All this took time, and then lessons and lectures began, and once again I
was in full-time education.  My studies didn't leave me much spare time,
and certainly very few weekends, and besides, I had a weekend job,
answering phones in a mail-order warehouse.  It was a massively tedious
job, but it helped ease the financial burden on mum and grandad.
   Teruko had been placed in as a day-student in an international Boarding
School in Acton Burnell, a short way from Shrewsbury.  Mum had chosen that
particular school because a large number of the students were Japanese,
both overseas students and the children of the directors of the huge
Japanese electronics factories in Telford, so she would at least be among
children her age with whom she could converse and learn from.
   Father's estate had been proven, and mum had appointed two legal firms
in Shrewsbury as trustees of the money she had inherited.  It was a very
large sum, easily enough to pay for her secondary and tertiary education,
in case she decided to attend university.
   Teruko and Granddad had hit it off from day one, and she liked to spend
her weekends with him, playing with that bad-tempered scruffy mutt of his,
helping him with his chickens and naming all the newly hatched chicks. 
They couldn't understand each other, but they communicated non-verbally
through the medium of chickens.
   What with one thing and another, I didn't get home until the Christmas
break.  It was a relief; uni was hard work, and working all weekends was
mentally tiring, and I was looking forward to a little family time, to a
nice festive family Christmas.
   When I arrived home, Teruko came running out to greet me, first flinging
herself on me and chattering in Japanese, then drawing herself up and
bowing formally, saying "Welcome Home, Jakku-San!", heavily accented, to be
sure, but definitely making progress with her English.  She looked better
than when I had last seen her, at the end of August, when she had been
withdrawn, sombre, quiet, and shy.  Now she was bright, cheerful, and
happy, completely settled-in in her role as the teenage daughter of a new
family.  She really had a lovely, dazzling smile, it lit up her whole face;
she was a very pretty young girl and one day she was going to be a real
heartbreaker.
   She insisted on helping me bring my stuff in from the car, although I
made sure I grabbed the presents before she saw them.  As we came in the
house, I was greeted by the sound of barking, and a young black Labrador
came bounding down the stairs to sniff and bark at me, smiling at me as
only Labrador's can, as his tail wagged madly.  I looked at Teruko, who
grinned back.
   "Senshi, be quiet, this is Big Brother, Jack!"
   Mum came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands, and kissed me on the
cheek.
   "I see you've met the latest addition to the family.  This is Senshi,
Daddy gave him to Teruko because he's gun-shy, and the breeder was going to
put him down, so he lives here now."
   I hunkered down and like all good Labradors everywhere, he came and made
friends, then scampered off into the kitchen, probably looking for food,
again, just like all Labradors.  I took my stuff upstairs and dumped it in
my room, hiding Teruko's and mum's presents in my wardrobe, and stretching
out on my bed for a luxuriant yawn and stretch.
   I was just beginning to doze when 35lbs.  of young Labrador landed on my
midsection and zipper, occupying my attention fully.  As I rolled over,
gasping, there was Teruko, politely trying not to laugh.  She came into the
room and pushed the dog to make him jump off the bed, and sat down next to
me, patting my back vaguely, trying to help me get my breath back.
   "So sorry, Jakku-san, dog very naughty sometime, I tell him off next
time!" she grinned, and I had to grin back; I was impressed, her English
had come along in leaps and bounds in less than four months.
   "Imoto, do you like your new school?" I asked her, and she smiled,
nodding.
   "Yes, Jakku-san, there are many Nipponjin, many Japanese there, I have
many new friends, they help me learn English, my English is good now, but
they teach me not good English words, moth-er tell me what good and what
not good words to say!"
   I had to smile; her friends, with all the innocent malice of school kids
the world over, had probably told her some of the basest obscenities and
told her it was okay to use them all the time, just to see what happened
when she did.  I'd done that myself, to some of the more gullible overseas
exchange students at school...
   "Are you looking forward to Christmas?" I asked her, and she looked
blank.  I wracked my brain for the Japanese word for 'Christmas' I had
committed to memory earlier.  Ah, I had it.  "Kurisumasu?"
   She beamed.
   "I have Kurisumasu no Okurimono, a gift for you; I will give it to you
at...Christ-mas?" I nodded, and she beamed again.
   Christmas was a happy family affair.  Teruko's presence added something
that had been missing, and with Grandad and the dogs, it made for a loud,
noisy, boisterous time, a big success.  Teruko surprised us by knowing a
lot of the classic Christmas carols, sung in English, although she'd
learned them phonetically, so she had no idea what she was saying.  She had
a sweet singing voice, and it was a nice touch to hear her sing them for us
on Christmas morning.
   We had all clubbed together and bought her a laptop and Rosetta Stone
language software, to help her learn English faster.  Mum and Grandad had
bought me clothes, as they had both remarked before that I was looking a
little threadbare.  The best present I got, though, was a hand painted
ceramic plaque from Teruko, with a well-known haiku, a poem with 17
syllables that she had written out for me in beautiful calligraphic
Japanese ideograms.
   Sugasugashii
   (Refreshing)
   Bofuu no ato ni
   (After the gale)
   Tsuki kyo shi
   (The moon rises, shining)
   I still have that plaque; it has pride of place on my desk and is a
source of much interest from my friends and colleagues, even now.
   I came home as often as I could over the next three years, always for
the Christmas and summer breaks, each time Teruko spoke better English and
had more to tell me.  She and her dog had become a familiar sight around
Copthorne; everyone was used to seeing her walking Senshi at all hours. 
The boys at the boarding-school were especially interested; she was a
beautiful girl, I had to admit, and had been invited many times to Tudor
Court, the private club inside the school for the older 6th Form boys.
   It had taken a couple of calls and a word with the headmaster to drive
home that she was off-limits, at all times.  Any hanky-panky or wandering
hands and I'd personally kick the offender's arse until his nose bled.  As
I had been a legendary, nay notorious prop-forward for the school's rugby
First XV, I was taken seriously.  Everybody understood that crossing me
when it came to Teruko would mean a brief experience involving extreme pain
before everything went dark; sometimes belated big-brother instincts have
their uses...
   When I was home, she'd spend her time exclusively with me, always no
more than a few feet away from me, shadowing me, almost haunting my
footsteps.  If I went to the corner shop, she'd insist on coming with me,
slipping her arm through mine, or holding my hand tightly, like she was
afraid I'd float away.  Many a morning I woke up to find her huddled
against me, wrapped in a quilt, fast asleep, Senshi stretched out snoring
on the floor next to her.
   When she was 18, Teruko decided that she wanted to study PPE
(Philosophy, Politics, and Economics) in London, so Mum asked me if I would
find her somewhere to live, as Goldsmith's College, her university of
choice, had only limited student accommodation locally.
   I suggested she live with me.  After I'd finished university, I had
found a job with the Ministry of Defence DSG, the Defence Support Group,
project-managing armoured-vehicle refits and maintenance.  I had kept the
flat in Lewisham I had been living in as a student for the previous two
years as I was based at the Woolwich Arsenal, not too far from Lewisham.
   Goldsmith's College, part of univ London, was local to Lewisham, and it
solved two problems; I could keep an eye on her, and it wouldn't drain what
money she had left from father's estate to shell-out for student
accommodation in London, always costly and difficult to find these days. 
So with little or no fanfare, I suddenly had my little sister sharing my
compact two-bedroom flat on Lewisham High Street.
   Mum had warned me that Teruko had a few...quirks, and she wasn't overly
body-modest, so I was advised to keep an eye on her (but not too closely!)
and certainly not when she wandered around dressed in bugger-all.
   We fitted-in well; she never dated, or brought boys over from uni, and I
never brought girls back either.  You're hardly likely to meet many girls
when you're clambering around inside gutted Armoured Personnel Carriers or
stripped-down Challenger battle tanks, so we mainly kept each other company
in the evenings and at weekends.
   Teruko was a good cook, and she enjoyed cooking for both of us, and we
soon settled into an almost-married domesticity, although her habit of
wandering around in a loosely draped towel or flapping-open bathrobe taught
me to keep my eyes closed or concentrate on whatever I was doing in case I
looked up and saw too much of what I really didn't need to see at all...
   She still sneaked into my room and huddled up against me at night,
though, and I tried telling her it was inappropriate, much to her
bewilderment.
   "Jakku-san, what is wrong with big brother making bad dream go away?  I
feel safe with you, I like to hear you when you sleep, it help me sleep,
too; what is wrong with that?"
   As she was usually bare naked underneath the throw or quilt she was
wrapped in, I felt there was every possible thing wrong with it, but I
couldn't explain to her because I couldn't explain my point in a way she
could understand; skin meant nothing to her; western notions of
body-modesty were a bit beyond my ability to explain, other than to insist
it was wrong for her to be in my room while she was naked, which only hurt
her feelings.
   Plus, had to admit, I was getting to like it, which worried me not a
little -- this was my little sister, for Chrissake!
   And so it went on; I would see her out of the corner of my eye, bending
over to take something out of the oven, her robe would flap open, and
suddenly I'm unable to look away and catching an eyeful or 10 of her
increasingly intriguing body.
   Or she'd come out of her room to wish me good night, and slide down onto
the sofa next to me to hug me, and I'd realise that under her short shorts
she'd gone 'commando', and her baggy sleep top would slip down over one
shoulder and all kinds of things would jiggle around.  I began to argue
with myself over whether she was doing it deliberately or was she really
that unaware of the effect she was having on me?
   Whichever it was, she was slowly cooking me, keeping the heat turned up
to just the right degree, and I was unsure I wanted her to turn it down
again; I was actually beginning to enjoy the flashes, the innocent (?)
tease of her loose and almost-indecent nightwear, and her seeming blindness
to the effect she was having on me.
   It all came to a head (for me, anyway) when I walked out of my room very
early one Friday morning, naked, half-asleep, and bursting for a pee.  My
morning glory was throbbing painfully, seven inches of uncontrollable flesh
pulling me out of bed and into the bathroom with my eyes half closed and
gummed up with sleep, no other thought in my mind than to drain the snake
and flop back into bed.
   I stumbled into the bathroom, to stand rooted to the spot, wide-eyed and
stunned at the sight of my beautiful 18 year-old sister in the open shower
cubicle.  She was naked as a jaybird and soaking wet, towelling her hair
vigorously, with all kinds of interesting bits jiggling around and glowing
pinkly at me.  I was literally frozen to the spot, erection suddenly even
harder, my need to pee completely forgotten.  When it came to feminine
curves, either Teruko was atypically Japanese, or her Caucasian genes had
kicked in, because suddenly there were more curves in view than a Swiss
alpine switchback.  I finally realised that my cute little sister was in
fact tall, 5'8" or so, beautiful, incredibly well put-together, and wasn't
really that little...
   I was the first to move, my hands trying to cover-up what would have
needed a potato-sack by now, my erection not even slightly affected by my
own shock and embarrassment; if anything, it grew even harder.  She, on the
other hand, just looked me up and down, then down some more, and smiled
happily.
   "Not worry, Jakku-san, it normal!" she smiled, and passed me a towel, a
small face towel, so hardly adequate to cover the stubbornly swollen
evidence of my reaction to her.  As I couldn't get it around my waist, I
resorted to holding it in front of me and backing away, for all the world
like a clothing-optional matador, only this time, the big horn was on my
side of the cape...
   The whole time, Teruko had made no move to cover herself; in fact, she
turned away as if the matter was forgotten, displaying the most magnificent
bum I had ever seen, and I cursed myself for looking, no, ogling it as I
(slowly!) shuffled backwards out of the bathroom.  I knew then that I was
going to hell for staring at my gorgeous sister's fabulous bare arse (and
that's how I described it to myself; my gorgeous sister's fabulous bare
arse.  Oh yes, I was definitely going to burn, if I'd been a Catholic I'd
have been catatonic with fear by now...)
   Once safely out of the bathroom, I scuttled (really) back to my room to
put some clothes on and talk sternly to my raging erection, who'd seen the
rabbit and now wanted a bite, at the same time trying to get the image of
her naked, wet, stunning body, with her long fair hair hanging wetly down
her back, and her nipples and other things jiggling around delightfully as
she towelled her hair, out of my head.
   When I heard her leave the bathroom and close her bedroom door, I
managed to wrestle my unruly erection into submission and finally took a
pee, and only then, with some semblance of balance returned, could I
venture out to knock on her door.
   "Imoto, when you're dressed, can we talk please?"
   Her door opened, and I immediately turned my back and shut my eyes,
although a large part of me wanted to check out if she was still naked...
   "What is matter, Jakku-san?  What you want to talk about?" I heard her
say, and I could swear she was grinning at me, I could hear it in her
voice.
   My mouth was dry, but I still managed to croak out a reply.  "Imoto, I
want to apologise for...for walking in on you while you were...were..."
   "While I was in shower, Jakku-san?" she interrupted me.  "Not necessary,
you did not know I was there, I apologise to you for making you
embarr...what is word?"
   "Embarrassed," I supplied.  I always spoke carefully to her, avoiding
idiomatic English, which she still had a problem with.
   "Teruko, you are a very attractive young girl, and you did not embarrass
me, but I apologise if I embarrassed you, walking in on your privacy. 
Because you are a young lady, and to protect your modesty, could you please
in future wear more clothes around the house; if people see you wearing few
clothes, they might think wrong things about you..."
   She tapped me gently on the shoulder.
   "Onii-san, why you turn your back on me?  Have I offended you?" she
asked me in a soft voice, and I could hear the tears waiting.  "I apologise
for offending you, I did not mean to, please do not be angry with me!"
   When I didn't turn around, mainly because I'd been trying,
unsuccessfully, to not think of her naked, and had another raging hard-on
as a result, she whispered "I am so sorry, Onii-san!" and I heard a sob
before her bedroom door slammed.
   Great, now I'd made her cry as well, just fucking marvellous, just what
I needed to start the day, I'd made my kid sister cry for no reason.  I
tapped on her bedroom door, and listened, and I could hear the sound of
sobbing.  I opened the door, to see her, in a large fluffy bathrobe, trying
to cram her things into a pair of flight bags, crying as she tried to shove
her clothes and shoes into the two bags.  Then I remembered; to turn your
back deliberately on someone in Japan is an insult, it means that you are
shunning them.  Oh fuck.
   "Teruko, what are you doing, where are you going?" I asked her, and she
stopped to bow formally.
   "I have offended you, and angered you, I must leave your house, mum-my
will help me find somewhere else to live, I cannot live here anymore..."
she whispered, not looking at me, and at that she started crying again.  I
took her by the hands and sat her down on the bed next to me with my arm
around her.
   "Imoto, I am not offended, or angry with you," I said, "you gave me a
surprise, that is all.  I want you to live here, I like having you live
with me, you are my little sister, and I know you are safe when you are
here with me.  Put your things away, and we will go and have some coffee,
yes?"
   She looked shyly at me, tears still staining her cheeks and I picked up
what I thought was a handkerchief to wipe her eyes, wondering why she
giggled.  I looked at what I was holding; it was a pair of tiny panties,
and I dropped them as though they were red-hot; yes, I was going to burn,
for ogling her, for making her cry, and now fondling her underwear; it was
just a blessing mum wasn't here to see this and make my downfall
complete...
   Teruko took my hands and said "I apologise for embarrass you, I will
be...careful what I wear.  Thank you for let me stay, Onii-san!" She smiled
at me, and moved to kiss me on the cheek, but something made me turn my
head, maybe a combination of all the slow heat over the last few weeks, her
closeness, I don't know, but I chose to obey that impulse and intercept her
kiss, and her beautiful mouth landed lip-first on mine.
   She froze, but then, amazingly, she kissed me some more, and not in a
little-sister-thanking-her-brother way, either; no, this was a full blown,
high-pressure, vacuum-seal-around-my-mouth kiss.
   I broke the kiss to stare at her in astonishment, my lips tingling from
the feel of hers pressed against them.  Talk about the biter bit!  Teruko
looked back, a small smile on her lips and her eyes dancing
with...something.
   "Teruko, why did you..." I began, and she kissed me again, this time
with her arms around me, one hand on the back of my head, holding me close
as her lips and tongue explored my mouth.  And I kissed her back, God help
me, I kissed her back with at least as much heat and commitment as she was
putting into kissing me.  Yes, I snogged my little sister, and I enjoyed
it; who wouldn't, it was a hot, arousing kiss from a beautiful girl!
   My arms went around her almost instinctively, and I just soaked-up the
sensation of holding her while we kissed.  For the first time in my life, I
fully understood the meaning of the word 'nubile'.  Teruko was nubile, and
she was kissing me, and I had the most painfully solid erection of my
entire life; a cat couldn't have climbed it with ropes and a team of
Sherpa's...
   She leaned against me, pushing me backwards until I was lying down, and
she was on top of me, her lips still glued to mine as her tongue fenced
madly with mine.  All thoughts of who she was fled my mind; all of me was
concentrating instead on savouring this beautiful girl and her powerfully
erotic kiss.  At last she lifted her lips away from mine, to smile a little
secret smile at me.
   "That was for thank you, Jakku-san, did you like?"
   I nodded silently.  I liked very much, too much, this was my sister,
dammit!
   Her eyes danced again, and she kissed me again, and once again, I slid
my arms around her, and held her tightly against me as I enjoyed every
nuance of her kiss.
   Eventually I had to surface for air, and she moved to straddle me, still
smiling that secret smile, like she knew something and was waiting for me
to guess it.
   "Teruko, why did you let me kiss you?  I'm your brother, surely you know
this is wrong...?"
   She put a finger on my lips to silence me.
   "Jakku-san, I am eighteen, yes?  I nodded.
   "And in England it mean I am adult, yes?  I nodded again.
   "So it mean, if I am adult, I make decision as adult, yes?"
   Again I nodded, concerned where this might be going.
   "Good, then there is nothing to say; I want do this, with you, and you
like do this with me; you say I can do anything I want, and now I want do
this!"
   There was a major flaw in her argument; the whole 'sibling' thing, but
right now, with her sitting on the big lump in my groin, her robe slipping
open, and her lovely, kissable mouth a few inches from mine, whatever I was
thinking with, and it certainly wasn't my brain, could only agree with her.
I definitely wanted to do this with her, and more, oh yes!
   She must have seen the need in my eyes because she leaned down to kiss
me again, her tongue snaking into my mouth to fence with mine, while her
hand wandered down to rub my raging hard-on.  I in turn slid her robe off
her shoulders, my hands delighting in the feel of her warm, silken skin as
I roamed across her back, eventually sliding down to hold and rhythmically
squeeze her lovely, firm, phenomenally sexy bum-cheeks.
   A small part of me was saying 'no, don't do this, are you crazy, she's
your sister, what are you doing, think of the consequences!', while a much
larger (and harder) part of me was saying 'YESSS, what a lovely arse, thank
you, God!' as I groped and squeezed and fondled her magnificent backside.
   All the while, Teruko kept up ferociously kissing me, almost eating my
face, what Henry Fonda used to call 'Face-Sucking' while her little hand
rhythmically squeezed my improbably hard erection.  The thought briefly
crossed my mind that I shouldn't have started this, that I should be
fending her off, maybe talking sense into her, but the other 99% of my mind
ganged-up with my libido and told it to fuck off, so it did.
   She broke away from me, and sat up, still astride me, her hands on my
shoulders, as she began to slowly slide back and forth on my cock as it lay
ridged behind the zipper of my jeans.  This brought those pneumatic boobs
within reach of my sweaty little hands, and I took full advantage of the
opportunity to hold, squeeze, and rub her lovely bubblies and tasty-looking
pale pink nipples, pulling them into rigid little point fully half an inch
long.
   Teruko's head lolled back and her face and neck began to flush as the
combined sensations of my fingers and her pussy rubbing against my cock
began to get to her.  I rubbed and squeezed harder, and she responded by
bearing down on me as I pushed back against her.
   Suddenly her eyes snapped shut as she threw her head back, and her
breathing began to hitch and stall, hissing through her clenched teeth. 
She gave a guttural groan, and I felt sudden warmth across my zipper region
as she orgasmed, her juices flooding out of her to soak the front of my
jeans as her body shuddered and spasmed above me.
   She finally stopped shuddering and quivering to slump down onto me, a
big grin on her lovely lips as she kissed me.  "Thank you, Onii-San, that
was very nice, now your turn!" she whispered in my ear as she nibbled my
earlobe and kissed the side of my neck, before sliding off me and dropping
her bathrobe to the floor.
   I had to admit, she was stunningly well assembled; it was as though some
horny god somewhere had decided what the most alluring package for a woman
should be, and had sent her out to test-market the idea.  Her breasts were
gravity-defying teardrops of pale porcelain flesh, at least 32C, a perfect
handful, each tipped with a dainty, pale pink confection.  Her stomach was
flat and smooth, with just a tiny hint of soft, feminine double-dome
roundness around her dimpled little navel, while her tiny waist swooped in
and flared-out into gently rounded hips.  She had the most mouth-watering
bum it had ever been my distinct pleasure to see in the flesh, two round,
firm, globes that I had every intention of ravaging as soon as possible. 
Her pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs was a trimmed silky tuft, and
her legs were long, slim and shapely.  She was just the most touchable,
squeezable, kissable thing I'd ever seen, and my cock took full notice.
   "Get up please, Jakku-san, must take clothes off now, please!" she cooed
at me, and I jumped up to obey, unzipping my jeans and yanking off my
T-shirt as I stepped out of my jeans, and tugged off my briefs to stand
before her.
   Teruko moved closer to me and slid her arms around my neck, kissing me
and urging me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed, at which
point I sat down and she swooped on top of me, bearing me over backwards. I
instinctively wrapped my arms around her, both hands ending up with a
lovely firm bum-cheek to play with.  My cock was trapped between us, and
she rolled her body to squeeze me, making me gasp with pleasure and
anticipation as I pulled her closer to me, kissing her even harder as I
squeezed and cupped her wondrous arse cheeks.
   She broke our kiss to begin kissing my neck and chest, pausing to lick
and gently bite my nipples, making me gasp at the sensation, before sliding
on down, kissing and gently licking along the plume of hair that ran down
between my abs to my navel to merge with my pubic hair.
   I watched in happy disbelief as she took hold of my cock, and kissed
along the length of it, her warm lips and tongue exquisite as she moved
from the root to the crown.  When she got to the crown of my penis, she
lapped gently, lightly, examining the taste, and obviously she liked it
because she slipped her lips over the end, sucking slowly as she squeezed
and pumped the shaft.
   An abstract part of me wondered where she'd learned to do this, but the
main part of my brain was thinking on two tracks simultaneously; one track
was thinking "this is your sister, how could you, you know this is wrong,
you should be ashamed of yourself..."
   However, the other track was thinking "Yes, Yes , I know, but she's so
fucking hot, and she's giving you a gobble; shut the fuck up and go with
it, what are you, gay?!"
   Track Two won the argument, and so I leaned back and enjoyed the sight
and sensations of this beautiful exotic girl, my sister, with my cock in
her mouth, pleasuring me in such an intimate and erotic way.  Her tongue
lapped and flicked over the crown, sliding through the slit and teasing the
hole, my cock giving a lurch each time she did that.  Coupled with the
delicious suction, I could feel my scrotum tightening, and my sperm rising
and I knew I didn't have much time left.
   "Imoto, I'm...you need to stop...oh God!" Teruko just looked at me and
smiled around her mouthful of cock, and with that I came explosively,
groaning out loud as spunk barrelled out of me to splash into her mouth in
long, thrilling spurts, filling her mouth.  I came more than I had ever
managed before with any other of my admittedly few sex partners, spurt
after spurt of spunk blasting out of me, until I had no more to give, but I
filled her mouth to overflowing, as the drips running down her chin mutely
testified.
   She swallowed as fast as I came, until I stopped shooting and only a
trickle bubbled from the end of my cock.  She sucked every last drop out,
and dried off the head with her tongue, before lifting her mouth away from
me and smiling brightly, dazzlingly, at me, licking her lips and using her
finger to wipe the runoff from her chin and lick it off.
   "You enjoy, yes, Jakku-san?  Feel nice?" she asked, and I could only
agree with her.
   "Yes Imoto, it was very nice, it was wonderful, thank you, thank you!"
(I fervently believe in thanking a girl as properly and enthusiastically as
possible for sexual favours rendered; that way you stand a better than fair
chance of actually getting some more at some point in the not too-distant
future...)
   She smiled happily and scooted up to lie next to me, my arm going around
her to automatically cup and jiggle her bum cheek.  I had to know, though,
why she'd done this with me; not that I was complaining or anything, but it
had kind of come out of nowhere.
   I turned her face to me and kissed her lightly, and asked "Little
Sister, why did you do this with me, and why now?"
   She grinned happily.
   "I have wanted to do this for long time, see picture, read book, want to
try with you, could not do it before, now you say I am adult, so I can do
it.  Did you not like, want to do again?"
   I grinned.  Boy did I want to do again!
   She continued.
   "When ryoshin, my...parents, die, I was alone and you came and save me,
so I not have 'Haji no jinsei' -- a life of shame.  You give me your Haha
to be mine as well, so now I have family again.  Now I am belonging to you,
not for repayment, cannot repay, but because I love you, and want you
belong to me.  I pick university because it near you; can study same
subject at War...wick University, close to home, choose Goldsmith in London
so can live with Onii-san, be near him always.  Did I do wrong, Jakku-san?"
   I was more than a little nonplussed, which is not to say I wasn't
extremely aroused at the same time, having so much marvellous teen female
flesh at such proximity.  I had watched Teruko mature, and had always
thought she was a beautiful girl, but had never, until fairly recently,
thought of her in a sexual way, not until all the relentless teasing,
provocation, and slow-burn arousal had begun.  At home she'd always just
been my little sister, quiet, studious, absorbed with her dog, her studies,
mum, and her pet chicks at Grandad's place.
   I had always felt protective about her, prepared to commit mayhem if
anybody had done with her what I had just done, so the way she described
feeling about me puzzled me mightily.  I had never considered myself
particularly desirable.  Tall, yes, well-built, playing rugby for seven
years will do that to you, brown eyes, brown hair, forgettable, regular
features, definitely nothing to indicate I was love's elusive dream.  No
obvious clues at all as to why a knockout like Teruko would find me so
irresistible...
   "Teruko, you are Imoto, my little sister, you should not be feeling his
way about me, I'm your brother, and this is wrong, what I did was wrong!" I
tried, not wanting to say it but feeling I should.
   She dimpled at me, looking even more beautiful than ever.
   "Cannot help how I feel, it not feel wrong to me; you do what you wanted
to do, so did I.  Now I will always belong to Jakku-San; and Jakku-san
belong to me!" she finished, eyes flashing.
   Oh well, I'd tried, I'd gone once more unto the breach, done my best for
God, King, and Country and it hadn't worked, I'd run out of arguments, and
there was only one thing left to do.
   "Come here, you!" I made a two-handed grab for her, making her shriek
and giggle as I pulled her closer to me so I could kiss her this time. 
Last time we kissed, she'd made all the running, now it was my turn to show
her what I could do.  I kissed her soundly, starting with her lips, those
lovely coral-pink, smiling lips, made for kissing, and my tongue made short
work of parting them to fence with hers, gently sucking her tongue before
moving down her neck and throat until I reached her perfect breasts.  I
kissed and licked her nipples, making her sigh and giggle as I licked,
sucked, and nibbled them, pulling them into hard rubbery little peaks, and
enjoyed the sensation of flicking them with my tongue while sucking them.
At the same time I squeezed and pulled her bum cheeks apart and squashed
them together, enjoying the feel of the firm, satiny flesh as I played with
it, rubbing a finger lightly over her slit as I tickled her rosebud with
the side of my thumb.
   She obviously enjoyed it, if the flush on her face and throat was
anything to go by, and the sensation for me, squeezing and fondling her
while I licked, sucked, and nibbled her nipples, was out of this world. 
I'd been seeing more and more of these beauties over the last few weeks,
and it was still hard to believe I actually had them to myself, right here,
right now.
   Eventually I moved on, I could come back to these lovelies later, I had
a different destination in mind right now.  I kissed and licked down her
abdomen, pausing to lick and blow into her navel, causing her to giggle and
murmur something in Japanese, then I was kissing and licking further on
down.  Her pubic hair was trimmed into a small V-patch at the very apex of
her slit, but her labia had been waxed or shaved to leave them denuded and
pink, the lips tightly pressed together with just a hint of honeyed nectar
oozing out to torment and tantalise me.  She smelled heavenly as I moved
between her thighs to gently poke and prise my tongue between her lips,
searching out her clitoris in its hood.  As I flicked my tongue-tip over
that place, she jumped, and sighed, and her labia began to swell and darken
under my tongue, shell pink giving way to deep coral and engorging as she
became aroused again.
   I continued to lick and probe with my tongue, sliding up and down the
crease between her lips, licking from her little anus to the apex of her
slit, enjoying the little start she gave every time I flicked my tongue tip
over the brown, tightly creased rosebud of her tight little anus.  She was
starting to breathe deeply now, and her hips were beginning to thrust up
against me as I licked and sucked her pussy, Teruko forcing her vulva
against my mouth as I nibbled, licked, and teased.
   I licked and sucked her clitoris, tonguing the hard little fingertip of
dewy flesh, and her knees suddenly clamped against the sides of my head,
locking me in place as she rolled and gyrated her pussy against my
ceaselessly licking, probing tongue.  Her hands twined into my hair as she
began to buck, making loud mewling noises.  Suddenly she spasmed, her back
arching as she orgasmed, gasping something obviously heartfelt in Japanese,
her eyes clenched and her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath.  A
flood of her juices poured out of her and washed across my mouth and chin.
I kept lapping at her, drawing out her orgasm, enjoying the taste of her,
the soft, slippery feel of her succulent pussy against my tongue and lips,
the sweet, tangy, musky scent of her arousal.
   At last she slumped back down, eyes opening for me to see the tears
glimmering in the corners, mute evidence of the strength of her orgasm, and
a soft, sleepy smile for me as she looked into my eyes.
   "Thank you, Jakku-san, that was...very nice!" she understated, a grin
spreading across her face and lighting up her eyes.  I rubbed my face
quickly on the bed sheet before sliding back up to lie next to her and take
her in my arms, and kiss her all over again.
   "Will Jakku-san keep me now?" she asked me, a cheeky grin on her face as
she slid her arm across my midriff and pulled herself closer to me.
   "Imoto, I want to keep you always!" I told her with perfect honesty,
kissing her full lips as I squeezed and fondled her squeezable, designed to
fondle, arse.  The whole brother/sister/half-sibling/whatever thing was no
longer of any great interest to me; all I knew was that I wanted her as
much as she obviously wanted me.  I thought about how she'd come into my
life, and absently squeezed and caressed her phenomenally pneumatic,
springy little arse cheeks as I thought back, eventually falling asleep
again.
   I woke several hours later, from a dream about Teruko, to discover the
reality was even more captivating; she was here, in bed with me, fast
asleep, naked, and desirable.  The feel of her body next to me, the smell
of her, the sound of her breathing, and the sight of her beautiful breasts
rising and falling as she breathed was a powerfully erotic combination, and
I felt myself hardening again, need ramping up inside me.  She must have
somehow sensed me looking so appreciatively at her, as her eyes fluttered
open and she smiled softly at me.
   "Good afternoon, my brother!" she murmured at me, and I smiled and
kissed her, responding with one of the very few Japanese phrases I had
actually managed to learn.  "Good afternoon, beautiful sister."
   She smiled, and walked her fingers down me to fondle my semi-erect cock.
   "Jakku-san want to play some more!" she grinned, and I grinned back, my
cock flexing to full rigidity at the touch of her hand, suddenly needing to
make love to this girl.
   I know, she was my sister, and a few hours ago I was having a crisis of
conscience over seeing her naked.  Well guess what?  Crisis over; sometime
while I was asleep, my inner self, that place deep inside where all of us
keep our real thoughts and motivations, had decided that what I was doing
with her really was right for me, for us.  I'd accepted that I wanted her,
I'd given in to temptation, I'd made her happy, she'd made me bloody
ecstatic, and now here she was, mine for the taking.
   Teruko leaned over me and kissed me, lightly squeezing my cock as her
lips and tongue wrestled with mine, her long silky hair draped across my
face like a net, smelling of her peach shampoo.  I leaned up and bore her
backwards, kissing her back down to the pillow so I was now leaning over
her, my hand caressing and squeezing her nipples as we kissed.
   I drifted my hand down to her crotch, lightly rubbing her soft pussy,
feeling the lips start to swell as I slowly worked a finger in between
them, probing for the delights within.  She smiled and closed her eyes,
wriggling as I rubbed and touched and caressed, gasping softly if I did
something she especially liked.  She pulled me over her, urging me between
her legs, holding my straining cock as I leaned over her.  I was suddenly
reminded who this was, and just as suddenly was reluctant to do what she
wanted me to do.
   "Imoto, do you really want to do this?" I asked her, concern for her
flaring up in me.
   Teruko looked up at me, smiling and nibbling her bottom lip, then
grinned broadly.
   "Yes Jakku-san, this what I want to do, want to do this with you, for
you only, you not want to do this with me?"
   It was my turn to grin.
   "Teruko, little sister, I want you to do this because you want to, not
to please me.  We can stop now, and nothing will change.  If we do this,
many things will change, do you want that?"
   She looked stubborn.  "It not matter to me, only you matter to me.  I
want to be yours for always, want you to be mine for always, that is all I
want, Jakku-san!"
   Satisfied, I shuffled forward on my knees, taking up position at the
entrance to her puffy slit, the scent of her arousal strong and
stimulating. Another thought struck me.
   "Teruko, I have no protection, we can't..."
   She giggled.
   "Mummy send me to lady doctor, I have protection, Mummy say must be
careful when I have boyfriend, not want any...accident while I am at
university, so it okay, I am okay, we do this now, please Jakku-san, I am
ready!"
   Fair enough.  I'd tried to talk myself out of this (but without much
conviction, admittedly), used-up all my arguments and reasons and excuses,
and now I really wanted to do this.  Fuck the consequences, I'd deal with
them when they arose; she was a true hottie, and she wanted me, who was I
to argue with that?
   Rationalising finished, and secure in my mind that I was doing what we
both wanted, I leaned down over her and she took hold of my throbbing cock
and rubbed her damp labia with it before slipping me in just past the lips,
the wet heat emanating from inside her exquisite torture on my sensitive
cock head.
   Teruko looked into my eyes, trust and lust alternating in her eyes as I
began to slide forward, watching her face for signs of major discomfort so
I could stop if she needed me to.  As I slid in she gasped and breathed
heavily, little whimpers as I felt her tight pussy stretching to take me
in, then squeezing my shaft tightly, like a hot velvety glove, and at one
point an almost impenetrable tightness.  As I paused and debated what to
do, never actually having had a virgin before, Teruko made up my mind for
me by wrapping her legs around mine and pulling me into her, giving a sharp
gasp as I slid all the way into her.  I was in; I was balls-deep in my
younger sister!
   Teruko was muttering and gasping in Japanese, an endless litany as I lay
motionless, waiting for her to recover from the pain of me deflowering her,
and I waited for her to finish, to give me some sign that she was ready to
go on.
   At last she opened her eyes and smiled tremulously at me.
   "Why you stop, Jakku-san, you finish now?" she asked me, a disappointed,
'is that it?' look on her face.
   I grinned.  "Just waiting for you, little sister, now you tell me what
you want!"
   She looked at me helplessly, not understanding what I meant, so I
decided now was probably the time to show her what a little of what we were
doing could mean.
   I began sliding back out of her, making her bite her lip as she gasped,
and as I slid back in again, her discomfort seemed to be a lot less, and
she let go of her bottom lip.  As I slid back in again, her legs released
mine and dropped to the bed as her hands convulsively grabbed the bed sheet
and her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth falling open as she
murmured something soft and languorous in Japanese.  I began sliding back
out and felt her pussy walls twitch and squeeze my length rhythmically, a
squeeze-and-release rhythm that was threatening my own self-control.
   As I pumped in harder, she squeezed me harder, and for longer, holding
me around the neck and lifting up her pelvis to thrust against me, moaning
"Irete kudasai, Jakku-san!" (Fuck me, Jack!) as I pounded into her like a
drop-hammer.  Her pussy walls rippled like a soft, firm hand, alternately
squeezing and releasing me, the pressure increasing as I rammed harder and
faster.
   She came with a gasping scream, her pussy convulsing to squirt a stream
of fluid out of her, bathing my cock and balls and warming my lower belly.
The sensation of her clasping pussy squeezing my cock was too much, and I
came with a roar, pumping jet after jet of spunk deep inside her, filling
her up as she moaned and gasped and writhed under me.
   Our mutual orgasms died away, and I withdrew from her, slumping down
next to her to see her beautiful, sad smile, and her large dark expressive
eyes scrutinizing me.
   "Is Jakku-san happy now?" she murmured, and I pulled her close to kiss
her and show her how happy I was.  I kissed her lips, her nose, and was
going to kiss each of her eyelids, but saw that a tear was gathering in
each of her beautiful almond eyes.
   "Why are you crying, Teruko?" I asked her, and she turned away from me
to wipe her eyes on the corner of her pillowcase.
   I gently turned her back to face me.
   "Teruko, why are you crying?" I asked her again, and she looked away.
   "Jakku-san have me, now no longer need me, will find someone else, I
cannot have Jakku-san for myself, he will not want me again, I no longer
shojo, not...pure, Jakku san will want shojo now, not me..."
   Was I hearing right?  She thought that because I'd taken her virginity I
was done with her?  Just what kind of a hyena did she think I was?  I
pulled her close to me, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, her chin,
making her smile sadly, showing her that I wasn't going to kick her out of
bed now, that I wanted her with me.
   I kissed her gently on her lips, her nose, her neck, holding her close
all the while and running my hands over her wonderful body.
   "Imoto, I will never let you go, do you understand?  You belong to me
now, and I belong to you, forever.  This is your home, with me, this is our
home, and you will always be the only girl for me, do you understand?"
   She looked at me, hope dawning in her eyes, and I smiled back at her,
watching her slowly smile back as she understood what I was saying.
   "We will always be...together?  You promise this?" she whispered, and I
nodded.
   "I need you to stay with me always.  You and me, we will always be
together, there will be no-one else, I promise you, only ever you.  I will
never leave you or send you away!"
   "And I will only be for Jakku san for always, this I promise you!  Will
that make Jakku san happy?" she smiled back, her beautiful face lighting up
as two small tears rolled down her cheeks, tears I wiped away with my
thumbs as I pulled her in for a deep, loving kiss.
   "That will make Jakku san very happy!" I smiled.
   I was overwhelmed by what I was feeling for her right now.  Call it the
after-sex glow, the physical connection I had with her, whatever, but we'd
imprinted on each other, and right now I'd have married her and kept her
for myself forever, I felt that strongly for her.
   My hand slipped down her smooth flat belly to tease and softly rub her
silky pubic hair, moving further down to rub and touch her soft wet slit,
making her gasp and kiss me hard.
   "I want you to stay with me, Imoto, to live with me for always; that
will make me happy!" I told her, and felt her smile against me as she
kissed me.  She leaned up, and as I rolled onto my back she slid on top of
me, her knees on either side of me and her lovely tits crushed against my
chest.
   My semi flaccid cock solidified almost immediately, and was lying along
my belly and twitching against the wet gash of her swollen pussy.  I
reached down and positioned myself against her wetness, feeling the heat of
her pussy against my penis as the head split her lips.  Teruko leaned up,
smiled and pushed herself back and down onto me, engulfing my cock in one
fluid moment of moist, dragging friction and soft velvety heat.
   I cried out with the sudden sensation, the warm moist pressure of her
pussy a delight against the sensitive head of my raging cock.  Teruko
closed her eyes as she began grinding herself against me, her breath
hitching every time my engorged cock butted against the head of her cervix.
   She suddenly leaned forward, resting her hands on the bed on either side
of my head so her hair fell in a soft curtain around my face, obscuring
everything except her lovely features, her lips tantalisingly just out of
reach.
   "We do this and then do anarusekkusu, yes?  I think you will like, I
want to try it with you, my...husband!" she whispered, and I grinned. 
Husband, yes, of course, that was what I'd asked her, and the thought of
having her be my wife made my cock even stiffer, something she noticed as
her eyes widened.
   "I will enjoy being...wife of Jakku san, I will make you many babies one
day!" she giggled, sticking her tongue out, and I responded likewise, our
tongue tips just barely touching, the feel of her soft little tongue tip
against mine erotic, sexy, and clean.  I was in a haze of pleasure,
enjoying the taste of her even as I held and squeezed her spectacular
backside as she rubbed and pounded on top of me.  However, a back corner of
my mind thought how much I'd like to make babies with this beautiful girl
and filed the thought as next subject for discussion (after I'd first
finished ravaging her, of course).
   I felt her hand rubbing and scratching at the underside of my cock as I
thrust into her on top of me, but I sensed she wasn't trying to excite me
further; she was doing something else.  Suddenly she rose up and my cock
slid out of her with an almost audible pop, her hand working away behind
herself, then she took hold of me again.  I pressed forward, but for some
reason I couldn't penetrate her again, she seemed immensely tight and
restricted.
   Suddenly I realised where she was trying to feed my penis into, and my
cock hardened like stone as I groaned and pushed forward even harder.  Her
face contorted as I pressed against her taut little rosebud, my distended
cock head slowly sliding into her bum, and the tight muscular ring of her
anus springing shut as the head popped into her arse.  Her eyes nearly
bugged out of her head as I slowly slid into her last secret place.
   Anarusekkusu, of course, anal sex, she had told me she wanted to do
this. Where had she learned to do this, though, or even learned that she
could?  I would have some questions for her later...much later!
   She lay down on me, alternating between gasping, and muttering under her
breath, her heart racing against mine, and then she smiled and slowly began
moving against me, impaling herself and withdrawing from my rock-hard cock
buried deep in her velvety anus.  She raised up to sit astride me again, my
cock still deeply embedded in her, and began a slow, rocking, bull-rider
motion, dragging herself up and down on me, pleasuring herself while the
muscles of her rectum pulsed and contracted around me, rhythmically
squeezing, and releasing me.
   She began to speed up; her breathing was becoming erratic, and her eyes
had closed while she squeezed and rubbed her nipples as she ground against
me.  Her orgasm hit suddenly; her eyes snapped open, staring sightlessly as
she groaned out loud, quivering on me as her orgasm raced through her.  Her
anus pulsed around my aching cock, and I couldn't hold back any longer,
groaning myself as my cock head swelled and filled her rectum completely
with what felt like a gallon of sperm blowing into the depths of her
bowels. The spunk sprayed out of me in long satisfying jets, hosing her
insides with my semen as I locked my arms around her waist, holding her
tightly against me as I continued to pump spunk inside her.
   Teruko slumped down, trembling against me as the waves of her orgasm
rolled over her again, my eruption inside her causing her to orgasm yet
again, her arms going around my neck as I continued to empty myself into
her.  She muttered and whispered in rapid-fire Japanese as her orgasms
flared through her before finally diminishing and fading away.  I could
feel her racing heart gradually slowing and her breathing becoming less
ragged and more even as she finally calmed down and languor overtook the
excitement and damped it down.
   She leaned up and looked down at me, grinned impishly and kissed me
once, quickly, a 'thank-you' peck rather than a post-coital tongue-swap.
   "That very nice, Onii-san!" she grinned, "We do again soon, yes?"
   I nodded, hell yes we'd do this again!
   I pulled her down on top of me again and held her as I slowly softened
and slid from her, rolling onto my side to hold her and look into her
lovely dark, almost black eyes.
   "I love you, little sister!" I grinned, and she grinned back at me.
   "I love you too, Onii-san, I have always love you!" she murmured, before
slipping her arm around me and pulling herself close to me.  "Very sleepy
now, Jakku san, have a rest, we have much to do later!" she yawned, and
tucked her head under my chin, falling asleep almost instantly.
   I awoke with my stomach growling and that echoing empty feeling that
called out to me; it said "Cheeseburger, large fries, doughnut, and a
coffee, now!"
   I rolled over and there was my gorgeous, exotic half sister, naked,
asleep, and looking very inviting.  As I had the thought, my cock began to
harden and hoist itself up, and I just had to touch her.  My hands slipped
around her waist and continued on down to cup and squeeze her perfect
buttocks.  She murmured in her sleep, and a small moue formed on her
perfect lips as I relaxed my grip on her bum to roam over her back and
thighs, luxuriating in the feel of her warm silky-smooth skin.
   I slid myself closer to her, moving down to lick the tip of her nose and
her lips, my licking transmuting into soft feathery kisses as I woke her as
gently as I could.  Her eyes flickered open as she kissed me back, her lips
curving as she smiled against my lips.
   "Good afternoon, my brother, you are well?" she murmured, her arms going
around my neck as she pulled herself closer to me, and as she slipped her
leg over my hip, my erect cock butted against the entrance to her damp
pussy, making us both gasp with the sensation.
   "Husband want to play?" she smiled playfully, her hands already fondling
and squeezing my member and lightly scratching the underside of my scrotum.
   "Oh yes!" I grinned, rolling her onto her back so I was between her
thighs.  She spread her legs wide for me, and undulated her hips,
rhythmically pushing her wetness against the tip of my reaching cock.  I
rose up on my elbows, and slid into her tight pussy again, stretching her
open as I began sliding in and out of her.  She looked up at me with
half-closed eyes as her breathing became shallower and her hips moved more
purposefully against me, rising up to meet me as I pumped down into her. 
We pumped and humped against each other, gasping, sighing, and moaning, no
words needed, just the two of us sating ourselves, taking the edge off our
mutual need as we raced to fulfilment.
   Teruko came with a loud groan, her pussy squeezing me delightfully as a
flood of her juices soaked my cock and balls, and the rippling, squeezing
sensation was too much for me.  I shouted out her name as I came
forcefully, spraying spurt after spurt of my seed deep into her, coating
the inside of her tight pussy and bathing her cervix in a flood of semen. I
kept pumping long after I finished ejaculating, the thrill of fucking this
gorgeous creature keeping me hard and focussed on her; if I could have
pumped and come in her again and again all day and all night I would have,
she was so damned enticing and exciting!
   Alas, I'm not made of steel, just mortal flesh, and the effort, and
exertion I'd put myself through had to be paid for; I slumped down next to
her, my heart hammering as I tried to catch my breath.  Teruko turned to me
and pulled herself closer, smiling as she waited to catch her breath, her
pulse fluttering in the hollow of her throat.
   "Thank you, beloved...husband!" she grinned, her soft gentle hands
rubbing and kneading the muscles of my back.
   "Thank YOU, little wife!" I replied, seeing the happy smile flit across
her face.
   She leaned up and touched her finger lightly against my lips, her
expression playful
   "Onii san, I will be best wife for you, that is promise!"
   One thing still puzzled me, though.
   "Imoto, where did you learn to do these things?" I asked her, curious to
learn how a virgin could be so knowledgeable about some of the incredibly
sexy, mind-bendingly dirty stuff we'd done in the last few hours.  She
dimpled at me, her eyes dancing with humour.
   "Jakku san, I look on internet, and other girl at school, they do this
things, they tell me what it like, make me want to do too, when I have
chance, I try with you.  You like, no?"
   I nodded vigorously; I like, yes!
   She sat up, and slid out of bed.
   "Come now, time for clean, we have shower, I am hungry, want to eat food
I did not cook, we go to dinner, yes?"
   Having a shower with her was a phenomenal experience; the hot water
running off her in runnels over and between the cheeks of her comely bum,
and cascading off her protruding breasts and stiffly erect nipples was a
cock-stretching sight.  Somehow, I don't know how, we ended-up with her
leaning against the wall, the shower playing over her, as I pounded into
her as hard as I could while my hands feasted on her sumptuous breasts.
   Her cries and moans only spurred me on, and as she came, the flood of
her hot juices over my cock triggered an orgasm so powerful it damned-near
turned me inside out, I came so hard.  I slid to my knees, Teruko slumping
down to sit on my lap and lean back against me, her hot gaping pussy
caressing my softening cock as my sperm poured out of her and trickled
across my thighs.  She was like an addiction; the more I had of her, the
more I wanted, and I didn't think I could have enough of her, ever.
   Even more fun and games ensued when she sat on her bed drying her hair.
The sight of her shaking out that lustrous long hair, silken tumbles of it
cascading down her back and floating in the hot breath of the hand dryer
stirred something deep inside me.
   Once again touching and caressing and kissing turned to more serious
matters, with Teruko kneeling astride my mouth, my tongue probing deep
inside her succulent pussy and tight little anus while her head bobbed
rhythmically as she suckled on my iron-hard cock.  I could feel her pussy
clenching, and as her orgasm hit, I pushed my tongue deep into her anus,
making her scream around the cock jammed in her mouth as her orgasm
intensified.  The vibration of her throat against my cock brought me to
copious, and I mean copious, orgasm, jets of spunk hosing into her mouth as
I filled it with my hot seed, echoing her hot juices pouring into my mouth
from her sweet young pussy.
   We only stopped playing because we were nearly dead with hunger by now;
we'd spent all day coupling like a pair of crazed mink, so we dressed
quickly and headed out to one of the local eateries, looking for a quick
meal to fortify us for whatever the night may bring.
   I sat across from her in the little cafe, watching as she daintily put
away a club sandwich, noting with interest, and not a little pride that she
was with me, the envious looks from every other male patron in the little
bistro.  With her finely-drawn oriental features, big dark eyes and mass of
silky honey-coloured hair she was eye-catching, there was no doubt about
that; my feelings for her no doubt magnified my perception of her, but even
before I'd fallen so hard for her I'd thought she was gorgeous, and every
other man in the place seemed to think so too.
   Back home, however, it would be a very different story; Shrewsbury was
still the heart of Middle-England, populated by clannish families who'd
lived in the area since medieval times, and mostly related to each other.
Foreigners were few and far between, and very much outsiders.  The local
boys had pretty much ignored her growing up because she was a foreigner.
   The only boys who'd tried to make any headway with her were at the boy's
school, boarders from less parochial, more cosmopolitan parts of Britain
and the rest of the world.  That had been a blessing; it meant I knew
exactly where to find anybody who tried anything with her, and there was
that long-standing warning that the whole school was aware of.  Mess with
Teruko Cameron, and Jack Cameron would make the remainder of your life
brief and full of painful incident...
   When we got back indoors, I was all for stripping her off and resuming
mutual explorations, but Teruko wanted to talk, so I gave in with as much
grace as I could muster.  I had to content myself with sitting her astride
me so I could at least nibble her lips from time to time as I held her
firmly by her delectable bum; I'd become pretty much infatuated with her by
now, and I wanted her within easy reach at all times.
   "Jakku san, what we do now?  " she asked me, and I looked at her blankly
for a second or two before I twigged-on; she was asking where we went from
here; we couldn't just go on having endless sex, much as the idea appealed;
at some point Mum was going to find out, because one of us was going to let
it slip, one way or another.
   Also, there was the broader implication of what she was asking; what
exactly did we do going forward; did we become a couple, make a life
together with everything that implied, or did we just enjoy each other and
then move on?  I must admit, the thought of not being with her left a
definite empty feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I could see she was
waiting for her answer.  I could also see that she'd made a decision for
herself, so I had to make sure we were both singing off the same
hymn-sheet.
   "We tell Mum, she will need to know," I said, watching her reaction.  In
the three years Teruko had been part of her life, Mum had completely
absorbed her into her life and family; she'd become her daughter, period.
She got to do all the girly, mother/daughter things she'd always wanted to
do but never had a chance to do with me, and she loved Teruko with a deep
and abiding motherly passion.  She was going to be shocked and hurt by this
turn of events, but even more so if we tried to hide it; besides, Teruko
was almost pathologically honest when it came to Mum, so I could see
there'd be little mileage in trying to conceal anything from her.  If she
noticed anything strange about our relationship and asked her a direct
question about us, Teruko would answer her truthfully.
   Teruko smiled happily.
   "Good, I like tell mummy truth, not lie to her, not telling her is lying
to her, this is not good!  We finish talking now?"
   I grinned at her, understanding exactly what she was asking me.  I
pulled her gently toward me, and she leaned in, kissing me gently, her
little tongue rubbing lightly at my teeth as we kissed and licked each
other.  I took hold of the hem of her top, lifting it preparatory to
pulling it off, and she grinned, crossing her arms in front of herself and
pulling it off.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and those wonderfully pneumatic
breasts of hers jiggled most fetchingly as I pulled her closer to me. 
Teruko wriggled on my lap, settling herself over the bulge on my jeans, and
once again rubbing herself against me.  I pulled her even closer, and
sucked, licked, nibbled, and squeezed her darling little nipples, making
her sigh and giggle softly.
   Teruko gyrated slowly on my lap, rubbing herself against the bulge in my
jeans, her eyes closed as she lost herself in what she was doing.  My hands
cupped her lovely springy bum cheeks as I licked, bit, and nibbled her
nipples, until;
   "Not here, Onii san!" she gasped, sliding off me and upright, holding
out her hand to me.  I stood up, looking in appreciation at her lovely
protruding breasts and solidly erect nipples.
   "My room, Onii san, we go to my room, yes?" she grinned.
   I nodded, and as she turned to leave, I was captivated by the sight of
her skirt pulled up around her waist and her panties pulled down to just
below her bum cheeks.  The way those two globular delights twinkled at me
as she walked in front of me to her room was a truly awesome sight!
   Once in her room, I sat on the bed and pulled her to me, licking her
nipples as I slid her panties down, slowly, enjoying the slinky, sexy feel
of the silky material sliding down her equally silky thighs.  I followed
that with her skirt, unzipping the miniscule skirt and tugging it down. 
I'd already disposed of her top in the other room, and now she was all
naked, and all mine!  I slid to my feet and fumbled with my belt,
toeing-off my shoes and tugging down my jeans.  Teruko pulled my polo shirt
up and over my head as I yanked off my jeans and pulled my socks off,
finally standing there in just my shorts, my erection clearly outlined to
her smiling eyes.
   "Husband ready to play?" she smiled slyly, hooking her finger lightly in
the waistband of my shorts, and I grinned.
   "Husband is always ready to play with little wife!" I grinned back at
her, and she bit her lip as she slid my shorts down so I could kick them
off.
   Teruko took hold of my painfully erect cock, sliding her hand gently up
and down it as she kissed me lightly and very gently, her tongue tip barely
grazing mine as she slowly tasted me.  As she kissed me, her other hand
slipped between her legs, rubbing slowly along her slit, pleasuring herself
as she gently masturbated me.
   I could only keep my hands off her for so long, and the time was long
past where I should have been rampaging all over her.  I think she saw this
in my eyes, and she stepped back away from me but not fast enough...
   I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close to me, kissing her
wildly, leaving her breathless and giggling.
   "Husband REALLY want to play!" she quipped, pulling my head down to kiss
me, hard.  I felt the smile forming against my lips, and she pushed me
backward, tripping me as she pushed, so I fell backward onto the bed with
her on top of me.
   "That better, now we play!" she grinned.  I could only agree; in this
position, I had full access to her beauteous backside, and I took full
advantage of the opportunity.  As she kissed me, I squeezed, kneaded, and
pulled on those bouncy works of art, spreading her for my questing fingers
as she gasped and giggled on top of me.  My steel-hard cock was lying along
my belly, sandwiched between us, and Teruko looked at me, that gleam in her
eye, before deliberately rolling from side to side, the sensation making my
cock jump and throb between us.  She looked down at me, a cheeky grin on
her face.
   "Husband like, yes?" Without waiting for an answer, she did it again,
getting another twitch and throb from my tortured cock, and a groan from
me. Again she grinned at me, obviously enjoying the fact that she was in
control here.  I still had both hands firmly clasped around her excellent
bum, and as she rolled my cock again, I pulled her cheeks apart and slid my
finger into her tight little pucker, making her gasp.
   Now she changed her motion; instead of rolling me from side to side, she
began sliding back and forth on me, rubbing her dampening lips against the
firm solidity of my raging cock.  All the while I continued to pump my
finger into her tight hole, and my other hand slid across to rub her damp
pussy, slipping inside her as she slid up and down against me.
   Her sweet lips were in reach of mine, so I kissed her, her hands lacing
themselves around my neck to hold herself tight against me for leverage as
she slid herself back and forth.  I was overloading; I had a stunning
Japanese girl rubbing herself off on top of me while rubbing me off at the
same time, while I shoved my fingers in her arse and tight pussy, and over
all of this, the sweet agony as she squeezed me with her taut body.  Too
much was happening at once, and the situation was rapidly bringing me to
the boil.  She was feeling it too; her breathing was notching up, and she
was murmuring and softly squealing sharp little Japanese words and phrases
as she slid back and forth on me.
   The end came suddenly; I felt my balls tighten, and my cock swelling as
that feeling of fullness behind the root of my cock took over. 
Simultaneously, Teruko gave a short, gasping groan as she came, her anus
tightening around my intruding finger as a burst of warmth covered my cock.
That tipped me over, and I shoved my head back, my teeth gritting as I came
in a huge pulse of spunk flooding my belly between us, followed by another,
then another.  Teruko held herself tight to me as her orgasm ricocheted
through her, the tremors transmitting themselves to me as her pussy lips
clasped and un-clasped my cock as they pressed against it.
   At last, Teruko pushed herself up and off me, looking hot as all fuck
with her long fair hair, her beautiful, exotic face, and her lovely body
smeared with my spunk.  I was in no better shape, I was covered in it too,
spunk smeared all over my torso.  Teruko looked at me, grinned, and leaned
down, dipping her tongue in a pool of sperm in my navel.
   "Nyotaimori!" she murmured, grinning at me.  I looked blankly at her for
a second, until memory kicked in; something I'd seen somewhere once.  'Body
Sushi, or eating food off naked girls in Japan...
   I had to grin, that she'd made that connection was funny, and apparently
she thought so too.
   "Do not move, Jakku san, I will clean you.  You stay!" she ordered me as
she left the room, to return in a few minutes with a basin of water and a
washcloth.  She dipped the cloth in the water, wrung it out, and mopped the
mess off me, patting me dry with a soft towel.  Once she'd cleaned me from
scrotum to Adam's apple, she dipped the cloth in the water and cleaned
herself off, and I have to say, the sight of her washing herself with a
small cloth like that was extremely stimulating.
   I leaped to dry her off, noting the way her nipples sprang to life when
I paid them special attention.  She grinned at that and pulled my head down
for a long, hot, kiss, at the same time taking hold of my rapidly
stiffening cock; as I said, she was like a drug, and I was totally hooked
on her!
   I slipped behind her, holding her lovely firm breasts as I snuggled my
aching cock in the crack of her splendid arse, and she immediately began
sliding herself up and down, wanking me with her bum cleft.  Hot as that
was, I wanted more, and I slid one hand down to cup her suddenly moist
pussy, while I buried my face in her neck and nibbled her from her ear to
her shoulder.  Teruko slipped her hand between us and began stroking her
bum hole with the tip of my cock, smearing the copious clear lubricant
dripping from the end all over the spongy tissue.  I was wide-eyed and
grinning, knowing what she wanted, and I was eager to do it again, seeing
as how fucking amazing it was last time out!
   My hot little sister slipped her finger into herself, sliding it in and
out, loosening herself for what was coming, a big grin on her face, and I
slid both hands to her breasts, squeezing, pinching, and rubbing the warm
flesh as I bent her over and pushed forward.  Teruko pushed back against
me, her tight anus resisting me, and then I felt her relaxing and my cock
head slid in past the tight ring of her sphincter, which immediately
clamped down around my shaft.
   "Oh God that feel good!" she moaned as I began sliding deeper into her
velvety anus, the pressure on my cock like a firm hand in a soft glove
squeezing me equally at all points along my length.  I began to slide in
and out, the sexiness of the situation almost beyond my ability to stand.
The sight of her soft, firm buttocks squashing and jiggling against my
midriff as I pumped into her was jacking-up my arousal to new heights.  At
the same time, the sound of her hand rubbing and pulling her clitoris as
she masturbated herself, and the feel of her bullet-hard nipples against my
palms as I squeezed and mauled her incredible tits, all were combining to
rush me headlong into oblivion.
   I came in a rush of sensations that curled my toes and very nearly blew
my eardrums across the room.  My eyes whited-out and my ears rang as I came
with a loud groan, all sensory input blocked except the feel of my cock
blasting pulse after pulse of sperm into my incredible little sister.  My
orgasm triggered Teruko's, and she screamed out my name as she came in a
gush of hot fluid, her anus clamping down on me as her pussy convulsed.  We
remained in one place, pumping, and hammering against each other as our
orgasms ripped and rolled through us.  Where I got the sperm from that I
pumped into her I don't know; she'd been decanting me all day, I should
have been dry-heaving by now.  Instead, rope after rope of hot spunk
bulleted into her from my seemingly inexhaustible supply!
   At last our mutual storms died down.  Teruko shook and quivered against
me as she after-shocked from such a volcanic orgasm, and I wasn't far
behind, my muscles twitching and trilling as the adrenaline overload slowly
dissipated.
   We slumped onto the bed, my cock reluctantly sliding from her quivering,
winking little bum hole.  At that she turned to me and pulled herself right
up against me, sliding her arms around my neck and kissing me deeply,
lovingly, whole-heartedly.
   "Thank you, my husband!" she grinned, and snuggled close against me.
   "We sleep now, husband, leave early tomorrow, need rest!"
   I looked at her,
   "Why, where are we going, darling?" I asked her, slightly puzzled.
   She looked up at me, those huge, luminous, beautiful eyes of hers fixed
on mine.
   "We go home.  We tell mum-my about us, I will not deceive her, I will
not lie to Haha; neither will you, Jakku san.  Do this for me, please,
husband?"
   When she put it like that, how could I refuse her?  She was right, of
course; mum needed to know, and lying to her by not telling her was still
lying, no matter how you dressed it up.  Teruko, and her simple,
straight-line morality, had seen that right away; me, I was probably more
than a little slower than her in actually thinking about how this should
go, but I could see the right of it.  In the morning, I would call mum, and
we'd drive up to tell her about us, and then we'd just have to take it from
there.
   "My little wife, my darling Teruko, you know that for you I would do
anything.  Tomorrow, early, we go home."
   She grinned happily.
   "We stay a while with Haha, yes?  Only thing, we cannot do ...this, you
understand, Jakku san?  We must not disrespect her house.  When we come
home here, then we do anything we want, but not in family home!"
   I grinned at that.
   "Okay, it's a deal; we'll come home Monday evening, is that okay?"
   Teruko gave me a shy, sly smile.
   "I did not say that, Jakku san!  Maybe we come home...Sunday evening,
yes?"
   "Sounds good to me!" I grinned, guessing that two nights apart after
what we had been doing would probably tie her in knots!  "Now go to sleep,
we have an early start!"
   to be continued....
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