She put her pills away and pulled my head down to her, and kissed me once.
“No-one gets hurt, I swear. Sealed with a kiss, Harry, OK?”
I kissed her back, because she was so adorable, and so kissable, and so very naked. I’d said my piece, and I knew Sai was being honest with me, had taken note of what I’d said.
I rolled over onto my back, and Sai rolled onto me, to end up lying on my chest, lips glued to mine, her knees on the bed on either side of my midriff, her cute bum within easy reach, so of course I reached, grabbing her firm, sexy bum-cheeks and squeezing and moulding them while we kissed.
My cock was lying along my stomach, sandwiched between us, and it began to twitch and harden as Sai continued to kiss me while I fondled her arse. Something that was nagging at me finally slotted into place, no pun intended, and I broke off our kiss to look at her.
“You said earlier that you’d never come like that before. I thought you were a virgin?”
Sai looked at me with one raised eyebrow.
“Harry, girls wank as well, you know, not just boys. God, Harry, you are so innocent, you’re absolutely adorable! it’s normal, OK?” She smiled. “I used to grab one of your shirts out of your laundry, before it got washed, and lie there smelling your smell while I hammered my fanny!”
I felt my face reddening; this was way more information than I needed, but Sai was obviously enjoying every second of it.
She went on relentlessly.
“After I had come, I used to wipe off with your shirt, and sneak it back into the hamper, and fantasise that, even though it got washed, a little bit of me remained in the cloth, and you’d be walking around smelling me, wondering what that delicious smell was!”
I was speechless, and more than a little turned-on, and it didn’t help that a beautiful naked girl was lying on me, wriggling around and kissing me.
“One more question, Princess. How did you learn to suck me off like that? Not that I’m complaining, of course, it was fucking amazing, but it seems a little odd, given that you never actually dated anybody?”
Sai looked levelly at me.
“Harry, you left your PC in your room, so it’s now my PC. There’s an internet connection, and I’ve been watching and learning stuff you wouldn’t believe, all of which I intend to try out on you. Tonight was a first for me, on both counts, so you got a double-cherry. I’ve got one cherry left; we’ll discuss that another time, when you want it enough! Does that answer your question?”
My cock had hoisted up again, now, helped by the conversation and the situation, and Sai rubbing herself on me, sliding her pussy up and down on my erect shaft as it lay between us. I could feel the heat from her pussy as it began seeping lubricant again, and so I pulled her up to me by her buttocks, allowing my cock to rise into position, and asked her “Ready?” She smiled and nodded, and I slowly slid my cock into her again, watching the expression on her face, the look of concentration, but no pain this time, until I was completely inside her.
Sai began pumping, with me lifting up to meet her thrusts, her pushing me back down.
“No Harry, let me do this,” she breathed, and pushed herself up to straddle me, rising and falling, rubbing her clitoris on my wiry pubic hair on her downstroke, her neck and chest gradually flushing as her arousal increased.
I squeezed and rubbed her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers, my hips rising of themselves to meet her as my own climax approached. Sai pumped away above me, grinding herself against me as she rode me, until with a loud groan, she climaxed, and the ripples in her vagina clenched and sucked at me, starting my own orgasm, the two of us meeting as we came simultaneously. The sight of this beautiful, exotic girl, the feel of her body, the sensations in my cock, the rush of warmth from her pussy, all combined to wring the very last of my semen from my body, the overload nearly putting me out.
I slumped back, utterly drained, as Sai Fong also lowered herself to my chest, lying there as my cock twitched inside her, hugging me, her hands sliding under my back to pull herself tight against me, and look up at me.
“I love you, Harry Waterfield!” she smiled sleepily.
“And I love you, Princess Sai Fong!” I said, rolling her over gently, to gather her in and switch off the light, exhausted but very, very happy, chuckling to myself.
“‘In Virgo Intacta!’ Now who’s living in the fifties!”
I woke early, confused, someone huddled naked in bed with me, my morning chubby wedged between her bum-cheeks, a pleasurable sensation, and a mass of chocolate-brown hair on the pillow. She turned over, and smiled sleepily at me. “Morning, Harry,” causing me to come fully awake, the night’s events flooding back, hearing in the distance the sound of Dad loading his shotgun if he ever found out what we’d, I’d, done.
But it was done; we’d made a pact to keep it buried, so now there was nothing except to go forward from here. And I was happy to go there, I realised; only a residual guilt remained, fading fast; mostly all I wanted was to keep holding, kissing and making love to Sai Fong, the way she clearly felt about me. Evidently my session with her had indeed finally pulled my head out of my arse…
I dipped down, and kissed her. “Morning Sai, what do you want for breakfast, princess?” I asked, knowing what she wanted, what she always wanted, much to Dad’s everlasting disgust.
“A peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwich” we chorused together, my look of distaste making her laugh, her body rippling most appealingly.
Sai looked at me, a smile on her face.
“But first, Harry, I want you to fuck me some more, convince me last night was real. Can you do that?”
I was already thinking the same thing, so I pulled her over to me, kissing her while I fondled that body I had been avoiding for years, afraid of what I might do. Now, there was no guilt, just anticipation, and the urge to hammer my cock into her, sister or not!
Sai pulled me into her, kissing me with all her might as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back just as strongly, enjoying the feel of her body as much as the kiss. We eventually broke for air, me diving down to lick and nibble her nipples, her face and neck flushing as she became aroused, her fingers twining in my hair as I nibbled and scraped the nipples with my teeth, sighing and jumping every time I flicked a nipple with my tongue.
She pulled me up so I was face to face with her, and she kissed my face, my lips, and ran her fingers over my face, rubbing my cheeks, forehead, running a finger up and down my nose, my eyelids, across my temples.
I smiled. “What are you doing, princess?”
Sai looked at me, smiling, but she had tears in her eyes.
“I haven’t been able to do this since I was a little girl. Do you know how long I’ve waited to do this again? Too long, Harry, far too long, so I want to enjoy it; in a couple of days it will just be another memory, so I want to lap it up now. It was so hard, to see you every week and not do this, to let nothing show; this is my moment now, so please, just let me have it.”
She was crying now, almost breaking my heart.
I lay there while she committed every feature of my face to tactile memory, busying myself squeezing and fondling her sexy little apple bum, loving the way the taut flesh gave and sprang back, the globes of her posterior fitting my hands nicely, as though moulded for that exact reason.
At last, she sighed, and hugged me close, and I kissed her, wiping her eyes with my thumbs as I kissed her eyelids. Sai looked up at me.
“Harry, this is all just a fantasy, isn’t it? You and me, I mean. How can we ever be together?” S
he was close to tears again, but the answer came in a sudden stroke of realisation; it had been staring me in the face the whole time.
“Sai Fong, you’re going to the Slade in September, Dad or no, yes?” she nodded. “Then it’s all sorted, for the next three years, anyway. You’ll move in here with me. I finish my degree next year, then right after I’m going to be working in Buckinghamshire, for the people who build the helicopters for the RAF, in their Graduate Intern programme for at least two years. I’ll be living here through that, which means we have the next three years together, guaranteed, by which time you’ll have finished your degree. Dad will be overjoyed at not having to shell out for a flat for you, because the Slade doesn’t have very many student residences, which would have been his major expense, so he’s off the hook on that one. And what would be more natural than that a girl, alone in London, stays with her big brother. He’ll be good with that, as it means he’s got me keeping an eye on you, you get to live in London rent-free, and we get to stay together.
Sai stared up at me for a long moment, a slow smile breaking across her face, and then she grabbed me, kissing me hard and passionately. When I surfaced again, she laughed out loud.
“Harry, you’re brilliant! I knew it was a good idea keeping you simmering!”
I had found her kiss to be extremely stimulating, and bored in for some more, kissing her gently while my hands found and played with her nipples, cupping and squeezing her breasts, and trailing down to rub and tease at her slit. Sai pulled herself closer to me, rubbing her slit against my now erect cock, letting the tip just nuzzle against the hood off her clitoris, frotting herself against my cockhead. This was also extremely pleasant for me, and we kept that up for a while, letting our sexes rub and press and stimulate while we kissed and licked and sucked, delightful friction and slippery flesh combining into a marvellous sensory experience.
She was beginning to sigh and moan, her movements more urgent, her kisses more demanding. I was also feeling the need to move on, I wanted more now, and she was there with me, whispering and teasing as she told me what she wanted to do to me, what she wanted me to do to her, heating me up, feeding her own arousal. Sai Fong started pushing me down, signalling what she wanted me to do, and I obliged; I wanted so much to please her, to make her sigh and groan and call out for me.