She stared defiantly at me, her pretty face set and determined.
“I’m 18, and an adult, so I left, The End. Dad can be so intolerant sometimes; I wonder where he gets it from! And then he gets you, his number one stooge, to get hold of me; what were you supposed to do; corral me and send me home suitably chastened? As it happens, I’ve already been accepted at the Slade School, just around the corner at UCL, so you can expect me to be poncing lunch-money off you on a regular basis!”
Now I was intrigued.
“So, what gave Dad the idea that you should take up nursing, actually caring for the sick, for real, live, sick, human-type people? Did he not take into account the notorious ‘exploding goldfish’ incident?” I grinned, Sai’s expression becoming innocent and angelic.
“That was entirely not my fault, it was a very hot day, I wasn’t looking, and it just… happened. Ancient history, but supports my argument. I did consider telling him I was seriously considering a career in pole dancing, the money is bloody amazing, but that vein in his forehead was throbbing, so I walked out before he stroked-out!”
I had to laugh. Sai had become a very forceful young woman, and I knew that Dad was beaten, he just didn’t know it. I leaned in, asking the question uppermost in my mind.
“If Dad balks and cuts you loose, not that he ever would, but just supposing, how are you going to pay tuition, house, and feed yourself, princess, eh? Student loans only go so far, you know.”
Sai waved her hand airily, dismissively.
“Details, Harry, mere details. Besides, there’s always the pole-dancing option if money gets tight; you just have to see the big picture. Now, have you got any grub, I’m famished?”
I laughed again, then called Dad to let him know Sai was safe with me, she’d be spending the weekend, and I promised I’d come home with her on Monday, as I had a free week. Sai Fong’s eyes lit up at that, and she immediately demanded what there was to do around here.
“Not a lot, sister dearest, I’m a starving student, remember? I can’t afford a night out, I can barely afford a night in.”
Sai wandered around the sitting room, touching and examining, and picked up an invitation card on the dresser.
“What’s this party for, and are you going?” she asked.
“It’s a faculty mixer, and I have to go, I’m a teaching assistant, it’s how I make enough money to live in poverty. You want to come?”
Sai nodded, eyes lighting up, and I immediately regretted it — she had a calculating expression on her face, and I had a sinking feeling this could all end badly. But, I had invited her, so she was coming.
I dressed in the sitting room; Sai had commandeered the only bedroom, together with what looked like half her clothes from home, and refused to come out until she was completely ready. The wait was definitely worth it. She was dressed in a very short, skin-tight black velvet strapless cocktail dress, with 5 inch heels, her hair down over one eye, lips a vivid crimson, matching her perfect glossy nails. She looked stunning, and I had to remind myself that this was my sister; she looked like a model.
“So, Harry, will I do?” she asked, grinning, and I could only grin back. “Words fail me princess, words fail!”
We took my car, Sai’s Golf was too ramshackle to trust in the London evening traffic, and arrived in good time. Going on in, most male eyes were glued to Sai, and we started to make the rounds, all my lecturers suddenly eager to talk to me ; can’t think why.
I tried to introduce her to my physics professor, and began. “Professor Dickson, this is…” Sai interjected “Sai Fong, Harry’s girlfriend, what a wonderful campus you have here; I’ll be attending Slade later in the year, so I thought I’d spend a little time with my Harry first, spruce him up a little!” The professor laughed, and chatted for a while, then went off to mingle, leaving me to stare at her.
“What happened there, princess?”
She was happy to explain.
“I don’t want people thinking my brother is such a saddo nerd he has to take his sister to parties or go alone. Honestly, Harry darling, you are so dense sometimes, now try and look loved-up!”
This said while adjusting my lapels and tie, flicking my shoulders off, then pulling my head down to peck me on the cheek and pat me on the chest, drawing approving looks from some of the faculty wives.
After circulating around and talking with everyone, and eating some canapes, I decided I’d done enough to safeguard my continued employment, and piloted Sai into the car park.
“So princess, now you know, welcome to my life!” I grinned, manoeuvring into the late evening traffic.
We got back to my flat, and raided the fridge for a late supper, canape’s being no substitute for real food, before working out the sleeping arrangements. I gave the bed to Sai, intending to sleep on the couch, which immediately started an argument based on Sai’s contention that it was my flat, so she should take the couch. I finally gave in, and went to brush my teeth, and came back to find Sai Fong tucked up in my bed, grinning at me.
“I thought we’d agreed….?” I trailed off, and she looked at me incredulously.
“You’d actually make me sleep on a couch? What kind of big brother are you, I can’t believe…!”
She began laughing and said “Oh, Harry, I would never have let you sleep out on that old couch! We’ll share, you can read me to sleep, just like before, it’ll be fine. One thing though; if you feel like expressing yourself through any nightly noises, forget it; hold them in, and I mean it!”
With some misgivings, I climbed up on the bed, sitting on the covers, and Sai settled against me, as she did when she was small, and I began to read to her from Ivanhoe, one of my favourite books.
After a while, her finger had stopped following the printed line as I read, and I looked at her, fast asleep. Now I had a problem. Her arm was through mine, and she was lying on both. If I moved it, I’d wake her, so I sighed, turned off the light, and tried to sleep sitting up and leaning against the headboard. I kissed the top of her head and said “Goodnight princess, love you.” and heard her mumble back “love you too…” before becoming still again
I awoke with a start. I was lying down, on my side with Sai lying facing me, her hand inside the back of my shorts, resting on my bare buttock. Worse, my hand was around her panty-clad buttock, holding tight, her face so close her lips were almost touching mine. Oh. Shit.
I tried to stealthily move my offending hand, only for her to mutter “leave it there” and the hand on my own backside flexed, the nails digging in slightly as she gripped me again. Wondering what the hell was going on, and trying to ignore the feel of my cock twisting around in my shorts as it tried to come to full mast, I lay absolutely motionless, waiting for her to drop off again, so I could retreat.
Sai took that decision away from me. Using the leverage of her hand on my backside, she pulled herself tight up against me, her tummy up against mine, the bulge of my cock now very obviously pressing into her. Her hand let go of my buttock, sliding up my back to the back of my head to pull me in close. Suddenly her lips were on mine, her tongue sliding between my lips as my mouth opened in shock; my little sister was kissing me, and seriously, too, no brushing of lips here, this was full-contact!
I moved my hand away from her lovely, shapely rump, for her to hiss into my mouth, “I said, leave it there!”
As this was obviously what she wanted, I complied, without too much of an internal struggle, I have to admit, because it was, after all, a very nice buttock to have a hold of.
Sai slid her hand down my back again, never breaking lip-lock, to rub and clench my buttock, and then around between us to squeeze the front of my shorts, her hand grabbing my now fully-erect penis and squeezing it through the material of my shorts. In the meantime, I had decided that if she was going to do this, I was going to enjoy myself as well, so I slid my free hand down inside her panties to cup and lightly squeeze the smooth round buttock, and slide into the cleft between her bum cheeks.
Sai giggled into my mouth at that.
“Woken up at last, have we?” as she delved around further, manipulating my cock, and sliding her hand into the waistband of my jockeys. Her warm fingers encircled my cock, to gently but firmly pump and squeeze, before moving her hand down further to gently squeeze and fondle my balls, drawn up tight against my aching cock. I made no further comment, nor even a token protest; whatever had been building all these years, it had finally happened, and all I wanted to do now was go with it.
“Fuck, I want to see this!” she whispered, pulling her hand out of my shorts and pushing me over onto my back, grabbing the sides of my shorts and sliding them down until my cock sprang out, bobbing upright in the open. I snapped on the reading light, and her eyes opened wide.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she breathed, reaching out to take hold with both hands, sliding one hand up and down and squeezing at the same time, her eyes bright in the small pool of light from the low wattage bulb, light enough for what she wanted. Shuffling forward on her knees, she bent over my cock, kissing and licking the shaft, rubbing her thumb lightly over the tip as she did so.
She kissed her way up my shaft, until her lips slipped over the end of my penis, and then began sucking and licking as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking delightfully, keeping the pressure on me as she squeezed and jerked my shaft. I hadn’t had sex in quite a while, and her activities were having an immediate effect on me.
“Uh, Princess, I’m going to come, you might want to …!” I said, trying to give her fair warning.
Instead, she sucked harder, sliding her tongue over the tip of my penis, lightly rubbing the slit in the end as she smiled at me, her lovely almond eyes wide open as I felt my cock pulse and then shoot burst after burst of spunk into her mouth. She kept her lips clamped tight around the end of my twitching member, sucking and swallowing, licking at it until I stopped spasming. Finally, she lifted her head, swallowed one last time, and smiled brightly at me.
“Happy now? Good, you’re up, Sparky!”
With that, she pulled her sleeping top off, and wriggled out of her panties, pulling me down to kiss her open mouth, and fondle her invitingly firm peach breasts. I slid down so I could nibble and suck on her nipples, swirling my tongue around to flick them, drawing a little “oh… oh!” each time I did it.