I was dreaming about Teruko, shopping with her in Tokyo, in one of the boutiques on Shinjuku, and she looked so adorable, not to say hot and desirable in the little skirt and sailor shirt she was wearing, like a fantasy Anime princess, and I had to kiss her, but as I leaned down, she touched my lips with her finger tip, gently stroking my bottom lip.
“Time to go now, Jakku-san, we must go, it getting late!” she smiled, and with that I came fully awake.
“You awake now, my husband?” she grinned, “It early but getting late, we must go soon, must call mummy first, please!”
I shook my head to clear it of the cobwebs of sleep still surrounding it, noting sourly that Teruko was obviously a very early-morning kind of person; how depressing…
She climbed off the bed and retrieved my handset from my trouser pocket, handing it to me.
“Call now, please, must go soon, miss traffic!”
Mum was a little surprised to hear from me so early, immediately panicking and wanting to know what was wrong. I reassured her that nothing was wrong, that I was calling so early because we were coming up for the weekend and Teruko wanted to leave early to avoid the Saturday morning traffic on the M40 motorway out of London. Once mum was calmed down, she wanted to know what had brought this on, and I had to do some nifty footwork to avoid blurting out the real reason for our visit; that I was busy rumping my little sister, and I wanted her blessing, or at least to look the other way…
Instead I told her that Teruko was homesick and missing her, something guaranteed to make her all eager and motherly — God, I’m so manipulative sometimes…
I had a quick shower while Teruko made breakfast, and we sat and ate together before she went to take her own shower. I sat with my cup of coffee, thinking about her, alone in that big scary shower, all naked, and wet, and slippery, and helpless, and needful, and considered whether I should offer to protect her from anything that crawled out of the drain-hole; of course, that meant I had to be in there with her, but sometimes a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do…
I debated with myself over what I should do; leave her in peace to have a nice invigorating shower, or slide in there and introduce her to Jack junior and his two dangly friends. Decisions, decisions, but eventually the part of me that was currently doing most of my thinking said ‘okay, she’s wet, she’s slippery, she’s got a body made for sin, and she’s obviously in dire need of some inflation from that very handy pump you’ve got there, what are you waiting for, a damsel in distress awaits, fucking get on with it, she’ll be done soon…’
My conscience pricked at this point. What was I doing, she was my little sister, for God’s sake! And that was when the real me chimed in.
“Oh yeah? Really? That didn’t stop you yesterday, all day and half the fucking night! You went at it like a pair of energizer bunnies on Meth, you just kept going, and going, and going, so it’s a little late to be thinking ‘she’s my sister’! Either you want this girl, and let me just remind you of what she looks like naked… there, got that, wasn’t that nice?… in which case get in there and bang her the way she likes it, or strap your cock to your leg, find a Trappist monastery, put on a hair shirt, and shut the fuck up for the rest of your life; make up your fucking mind, Jackie-boy, I think she’s about to go ‘Ding’…!”
Arguing with myself, horny and conflicted, definitely not a good state of mind. In my head I sounded like a screenplay for a Woody Allen film, so I let my instincts make an executive decision about what to do next. They made me drain my cup, check junior was ready to rumble, yep, all working there, and sneak up to the bathroom. Grinning like a circus chimp, all doubts now resolved, or at least cuffed and gagged and shoved in a trunk, I slid silently through the door, dropping my robe on the floor and easing the shower-cubicle door open, basically intending to pounce on her unsuspecting, hot little body, but she was waiting, one eyebrow raised, smiling brightly.
“I wait for you, I want see how long it take you to make up mind! Now you here, do back, please, my husband!”
I needed no second invitation, taking the shower gel and pouring a liberal handful on her back, taking my time to rub it into her soft shoulders and sleek, sexy back. I worked my way down, admiring the way the suds ran down her back as the warm water drummed down on both of us, eventually reaching my first target, her spectacular backside. I took my time to massage the gel into her firm springy cheeks, pulling them apart as I gently rubbed her anus with a soapy finger before sliding it into her. Teruko giggled and pushed back against me, arching her back to make her jutting breasts even more prominent.
I pulled my finger out of her and slid my hands up her ribcage to enfold her magnificent tits, feeling the nipples turn to pebbles under my fingers. Oh yes, she was into this alright! (and by the way and just to clarify things; some girls have breasts, some girls have boobs, and then some, a few, a lucky, lucky few, have tits; magnificent, malleable, made-to-manhandle tits; Teruko was very definitely in the third category…)
She turned around to face me, wrapping one leg around me, which made the tip of my erect cock brush her pussy lips. A grin played on her lips as she rubbed her slit lightly along my cock head, watching the sweet agony building in my eyes. I held her tightly by her waist, and pushed back against her, the tip of my cock only just parting her lips and wringing a sighing groan from her.
“Down, please Jakku-san, please to kneel down…!” she gasped, and I obliged, sinking to my knees, my cock standing loud and proud as it jutted up, purple and swollen, ready for her.
Now Teruko straddled me, slowly sinking down to take hold of me and guide me between her labia, then suddenly dropping down, impaling herself on me, drawing a loud gasp from both of us. I held her by her sides as she leaned up over me, her hands stroking and caressing my face as we kissed like demons, wild, savage kisses, our lips pressed together in a tight seal as our tongues fenced and wove around inside each other’s mouth. All the while, Teruko humped and ground herself on me, her pussy rhythmically clasping and releasing my cock as she hammered herself onto me. The delicious squeeze and release sensation was driving me mad with lust, all I wanted was to hear her scream in orgasm as I pummelled her pussy into submission and filled it to the brim with my spunk. She seemed to have the same objective in mind, and so we hammered and pumped against each other, slamming our sexes together, fucking like two jungle animals, lust and desire bursting out of every pore. At some point we ended up on the floor of the shower with me on top of her, slamming my cock into her as hard as I could while she humped her pussy against me with equal vigour.
She came with a scream of release, her pussy clamping down on my aching cock as she shuddered and trembled against me, obviously having an epic, monumental orgasm, which was all I needed to blow my stack. My cock lurched as spunk roared out of me in an unstoppable jet, hosing into her, the feeling so intense I blanked everything except the feeling of being inside her as I came, and the incredible tightness of her pussy clamped around me, milking my pulsating cock.
Teruko slumped down as I collapsed on top of her, her heart hammering in time with mine, her chest heaving as she slowly recovered. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around my still-hard cock as mini-orgasms and aftershocks flared inside her, finally dissipating to leave her limp and sated underneath me while the warm water sprayed us both.
Finally she leaned up and kissed me once, very tenderly, a thank-you kiss.
“That so good, Jakku-san, but now we are late! I like you make me late like this!” she grinned cheekily, kissing me once more on the tip of my nose, and slowly, slightly unsteadily, getting to her feet to wait for me. I stood up, a little creakily; that orgasm had wrung me out like a dishrag, and I leaned back to let the needle spray wake me up a little. Teruko stroked my face with her fingertips.
“Poor Jakku-san, so tired, I help you!”
I should have heard a warning note in her voice, because she stepped out of the cubicle and turned the thermostat all the way down. I yelled as a blast of icy water hit me square in the chest; that woke me up in a hurry!
Choking and spluttering, I finally managed to find and hit the button to shut off that barrage of frigid water, my pale, sunshine-deprived body a distinct shade of blue, not quite Smurf-like, but definitely on the way there.
Teruko stepped back into the cubicle with a large bath sheet to wrap around my shivering pale blue wreck of a body.
“Jakku-san awake now? Cold water after hot shower very good for you, you very awake now! Why you funny colour?”
All the while she was talking, she was towelling me, trying to hide a grin while she dried me off, gradually restoring feeling as my nerve-endings woke up again after going into some sort of thermal shock. I promised myself a fitting revenge for that, although I couldn’t work out what; anything I could think of doing to her she was liable to come back and ask for more, with extra ketchup…
When she’d finished, she kissed me lightly on the lips, her lovely tight body moulding itself to mine, and I instantly forgave her; hell, with a body like that I’d forgive her if she was a mass-murdering, cat-torturing, nun-poisoner, or even collected Barry Manilow records…
The drive home to Shrewsbury was pretty uneventful; even with the interlude in the shower we still managed to get across London and on to the M40 in good time and with relatively little stress, Teruko gawping like a tourist as we drove along the Embankment, past the Houses of Parliament acros the river on the north bank, excitedly pointing out the Elizabeth Tower that houses Big Ben, and the giant arc of the London Eye. We made good time home, mainly because I’d flatly refused to let her drive; Teruko drives like a Messerschmitt pilot during the Battle of Britain, eyes narrowed and eyebrows knitted, her knuckles white on the wheel, and I wanted to arrive home alive and in one piece, in that order.
Mum was all over Teruko, a quick peck and a “Hello Darling!” for me, but the full production number for Teruko; you’d have thought she’d been off pioneering in the waste spaces of the world for years on end, not 150 miles away for a few months! Eventually all the ‘Oh my baby, I missed you so much, I’m so glad you came home, come and tell me all about London’ etc. abated, leaving me feeling more than a little guilty over what we were here to tell her.