I trailed my hand down her midsection, twirling a finger in her navel for a second before sliding it down further, until I was running my fingers through her soft and downy trimmed pubic hair, a lyrical vee pointing to her secret place. My questing fingers travelled down until I slid them back and forth across her labia, lubrication already moistening the lips as her arousal heightened. I slipped one finger between her lips, making her gasp and squirm, and then two, as I felt the little bead of her clitoris begin to harden and dampen.
I continued to suck at her nipples for a little longer, simultaneously frigging her, and then started kissing down her abdomen, following the same route as my fingers, licking and kissing her navel, before licking down to her pussy, running my tongue through her pubic hair, enjoying the feel of the soft hairs slipping on my tongue as I slid it down and down. At last, I was able to slide my tongue over her labia, making her quiver and moan.
I wanted to find a better angle, so I slid over her legs, to lie between them, grabbing hold of her lovely buttocks to lift her pelvis up, her pussy now easily accessible.
I began licking again, long lapping strokes, from her anus to her clitoris, making her drum her heels on the bed and grab my hair, pushing my face down into her wetness, and I began lapping at her clitoris, making it stiffen and thrum, making her gasp and squirm, until she could hold it no more, groaning out loud as she orgasmed, her pussy convulsing, her juices flooding over my mouth and chin as she came, tasting sweet and salty and tangy all at once.
“My arse, Harry, shove your tongue in my arse, hard!” she hissed, and I was happy to follow instructions, making her orgasm all over again, legs flexing and heels digging into the bed, until she began to come down, gradually relaxing as her orgasm died away.
I moved up next to her, she pulling me in for a long slow kiss, stroking my now fully recovered penis.
“Ready for the main course, are we?” she grinned at me, and for answer I slipped over her and positioned myself, her hand guiding me.
Just before I took the plunge, so to speak, a thought occurred.
“Sai, are you…?”
“Don’t worry Harry, I’m on the pill; Dad has issues!” she giggled. “If you want to come in me, it’s OK, just go slow, please, I’m still, uh…’in virgo intacta’, you understand, so please, carefully, yes?”
I grinned back at her.
“I’m always careful around you, Princess!”
With that, I edged forward, pushing in slowly, giving her time to adjust to the feeling, meeting a little resistance, and then none, thinking ‘wow, I just popped a cherry’!
Sai was gasping as I went in, urging me on when I stopped because she was gasping. My cock is not a monster dick, about average, I would say, but she was still very tight; the last thing I wanted to do was hurt this lovely creature, but at last I was all the way in, with Sai taking a deep breath before we began in earnest.
“Are you sure about this now, princess?” I asked, and she grinned at me, nodding for me to carry on. As I withdrew, she began gasping and moaning, causing me to stop again.
“Don’t stop, Oh God, feels so good, keep going, Harry!” she moaned, and so I kept on, withdrawing nearly all the way, then sliding back in again, in and out, in and out, Sai no longer gasping, now pushing back against me and moaning. She began lifting her hips to thrust against me as I pumped into her, her arms tight around me, fingernails digging into my back as I humped her for all I was worth.
Her pelvis pistoned back into me as I rammed into her, until, with a loud groaning sigh, her orgasm rippled through her. Her body arched up to me, a breathless moment of complete stillness, warm fluid bathing my cock and scrotum as she juiced-out, and then, with the contractions in her tight pussy sucking and squeezing my cock, I came like molten metal, unable to resist the avalanche of sensation, pumping thick jets of spunk into this beautiful porcelain doll, my Eurasian little sister.
“Shit, Harry, I never came like that before,” she smiled, sounding winded, “it must be the company!”
I was also thinking how incredible it had been as well, the best sex I had ever had, in an admittedly sparse sex life to date. As I slumped down beside her, she turned to me, putting her arm possessively across my chest.
“I knew if I waited long enough, I’d get you!” she grinned. “Now you’re mine, Harry Waterfield, take note!”
I must admit, I was taken with the idea of exploring her a little, and then the fact of what I had just done struck me. I had just fucked my sister; I had just had oral sex with my sister. OH GOD! In the immortal words of Hugh Grant, ‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuckity-Fuck Fuck’!
Sai looked at me. “What?” was her comment, seeing the expression on my face.
“Nothing, Sis, I was just counting my lifespan in seconds when Dad finds out. Please tell Gran my last words were of her, and you can have my stamp collection.”
I looked at Sai, watching her face for any sign that she was feeling the same way I did, and turned on my side, to look her in the eyes.
“Sai Fong, we just did a wrong thing, a very big wrong thing. I know I’m just as much to blame as you are, more so, I’m your older brother, I should know better, but I have to know; what possessed you to start all this?”
Sai Fong looked at me levelly, no trace of guilt or remorse in her eyes, and grinned her cheeky grin.
“Harry, the first time I saw you at the airport, all those years ago, I was thrilled you were my new big brother, you were so handsome, and you held my hand all the way home, and you always made me feel good, you were always so kind and sweet to me, and you never made me sad. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I’ve loved you all my life, and now I’m an adult, I could make that decision to make love to you; it was my decision to make, and I have no regrets. Neither should you.”
I started again.
“Sai, we shouldn’t have done this, no matter how much you wanted, or how much we both wanted to, we’re family, brother and sister, it’s… just wrong…”
Sai took my face in her hands.
“Harry, you were born in 1989?” I nodded. She continued. “Then why do you sound like you’re living in the fucking fifties? Get over it, it happened, it was really good, actually it was fucking amazing, and it’s going to happen again, I promise you, many times! And while we’re at it, no pun intended, maybe we can fix the little problem you seem to have right now with your head, you know, the one where you’ve got it stuck up your arse. Times have changed, Harry, live in them!”
I couldn’t help but be impressed by the utter conviction in her voice, and, to be honest the thought of it happening again was very exciting.
I gathered her into me, kissing her properly, not that frantic face-sucking we were doing earlier.
“You win, sis,” I said, “we are going to do this again. I want to, just as much as you do. I’ve been like a nervous cat around you for so long because of all this, wanting you, wondering what all those looks and secret little smiles were all about, and scared of where it could lead. So, now we’re here, one iron-clad rule; Dad never finds out, not a hint, OK? This would kill him, but not before he kills me, and I mean that most sincerely.”
Sai grinned at me, momentary annoyance making me forget I was naked in bed with her, launching instead in ‘Big Brother Laying Down The Law’ mode.
“I mean it Sai, so no arch little hints around him, no lingering looks and jealous hissy-fits, no games, no loaded conversations, no late-night confessions to friends, nothing; this is ours, and we keep it to ourselves, got it? And, most especially, Gran must never find out, you know what a cow she is when it comes to you, so avoid her at all costs. Normal and appropriate behaviour around each other at all times at home, got it?”
Sai was starting to look serious, so I decided to lay it on a little thicker, just to impress on her that I wasn’t kidding, that I was being deadly serious.
“And one more thing, princess; I need proof you are actually protected or I’m getting you a morning after pill right now; we can’t afford any mishaps, no hysterical confessions about how you loved me and wanted my baby, or you messed-up your pills, or whatever, because Dad is never going to buy any ‘behold, a virgin shall conceive’ story, no matter how plausible you think it sounds; he’s middle-aged, not mentally deficient. We have to cover all bases. This really is the real world, you’re in now; times have changed, as you said, and we have to live with the consequences. Sai Fong, this is a real thing happening, not a game anymore, and people could get hurt, so eyes wide-open, OK?”
She nodded, wide-eyed, my manner, more than anything else, finally impressing on her how serious I was about her, and how important it was that nobody ever found out what we were doing.
Without a word, she reached over to the night stand, opened her handbag and pulled out her pill case, showing me the up to date dosage.
“Harry,” she said, “I’ve always maintained my dosage; I never knew when I might catch you in a weak moment, and there was no way I was going to be knocked-up just yet, I wanted to go to university, so I’m very careful. Stop worrying.”