Forever Now
A story of immigration, separation, and an enduring love.
A/N -- Hello, dear readers of Literotica. So I'm sure those of you who either follow me, or at least read my works, have noticed by now that most of my stories share a similar setting (mostly Australia, occasionally UK). In addition to the plot and erotica, I might sometimes add a little bit of history regarding my homeland or perhaps social commentary about issues that affect my homeland as I realise the majority of people here are likely not from where I was born (I've seen a couple of usernames that suggest people are though!) All my works are pure fiction and fantasy, but there is perhaps a little bit of fact within.
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I never knew my mother. The mother who gave birth to me, at least. Despite modern medicine, the low child mortality, the fact pregnancy and birthing procedure was far safer than even fifty years ago, women could still have complications that resulted in the death of one or even both during the birthing process. Unfortunately, my mother was one of the unfortunate few. They could save me, but they couldn't save my mother. She passed away on the operating table.
The woman I called 'Mum' obviously wasn't my birth mother, knowing from a young age that we looked rather different when I saw photos of the family. My father raised me alone for the first couple of years of my life before he met who I called Mum. But I guess I should explain just a tiny part of our homeland's history. Looking back at it now, it's causes many to cringe with embarrassment.
Until 1973, Australia had in law what it called the 'White Australia Policy'. It was basically an immigration restriction act that gave preference to British people during the first half of the twentieth century. After World War II, immigration was opened up to white, non-British people, mostly Italians and Greeks, with restrictions against most of the globe remaining, though through to the sixties, things did slowly change. It was only with the Whitlam Government in 1973 that race was no longer to be regarded as a component for immigration, and in 1975, the 'Racial Discrimination Act' made selection based on racial criteria illegal.
Since that day, Australia has become an incredibly multicultural society, though in those early years, those immigrating from Asia still suffered horrific racism. The first mass immigration of non-white people was from Vietnam, escaping at the conclusion of the Vietnam War, but people were soon arriving from all over Asia and beyond to take the opportunities that were offered as the country finally opened itself up to the world.
And that's how my father met my mother. She arrived with her family from Japan in the late 1970s, and met my father only a couple of years after I was born in the early 1980s. There was a slight age difference, no more than five years between the pair, but father often told me he was smitten with Mum the first time they laid eyes on each other. My father had been left a single young father after my birth mother died, a difficult proposition in early 1980s Australia, though thankfully he had his parents to help.
I was two when my father and woman I'd later call 'Mum' met. Her name was Noriko, and even when I was two or three, I thought she was a very pretty lady, and I liked her immediately, simply because she smiled all the time, she always smelled nice, and she was simply friendly with me. I think she liked me as I immediately liked her in return. My father slowly introduced her into my life, aware that she became a regular fixture in the house. By the time I was at primary school, they had married, she had adopted me as her own child, and we lived as a happy little family in the western suburbs of Sydney.
Mum and Dad had their own child when I was six years old, a daughter they christened Hanako, though everyone eventually just called her Hana. My sister looked like my mother, and as I grew up, she taught my sister about her homeland, and the day I sat down and asked to do the same as my sister, it made Mum cry, and I was soon bilingual like my Mum and sister. It was always amusing, later in life, when I'd break out into fluent Japanese with people... My father tried, but he found it a little more difficult, though Mum loved the fact he simply cared enough to try.
Having a six to seven year gap between children wasn't too awkward. In fact, I think it made life easier for my parents. Once I was a teenager, they asked if I didn't mind the occasional babysit of my sister so they could escape for a night. I didn't mind, as my sister was a gorgeous little kid, well-mannered and polite, and she loved me to bits. I helped her with homework, walked her to and from school every day, and generally made sure she was never bothered by people, particularly narrow minded dickheads who couldn't accept the subtle changes to society thanks to immigration. Even in my later teen years, when most older brothers might have been annoyed by it, I never let it show if she did get on my nerves slightly. She was always greeted with a smile, and the one real joy in the household was hearing her giggle. Giggling would be mixed with squealing if I caught and tickled her.
"Your sister loves you a lot," Mum would tell me often.
"I love my sister, Mum. She's the cutest little thing in the world."
"But you still want to leave?"
I'd told my parents that, once I'd graduated high school, I was going to go work. And with the resources boom starting to take off in the late 90s into the early 00s, going into the mining sector was almost a guarantee at making plenty of dollars. "I've done a lot of research, Mum. I go work hard for a few years, then I can look into something else. And I know going into this sector, while doing further study and certificates in other fields, will really open up further opportunities. Maybe or even hopefully overseas."
"You are desperate to leave?" Mum asked softly.
She dabbed at her eyes. I hugged her immediately. "Not desperate, Mum, but I have to make my own way in life. You know what I mean?"
"I understand, Mark. We will miss you, your father and I, but your sister..."
"I'm not sure how to explain it to a soon to be twelve-year-old girl who seems to worship her older brother."
Mum took my hand. "Just spend as much time as you can with her before you leave."
"I promise, Mum."
She smiled. "You're a good boy. I'm proud, and I know your mother would be too."
"Thanks, Mum."
Mum always made sure a picture or two of my birth mother was placed around the house. Though my father had re-married and the grief was long in the distant past, Mum made sure she was always remembered in the house. We would celebrate her birthday, remember the day she passed away, and she made sure I would go see her grave at least once every so often. She would go with me every time, and we took my sister once she was old enough to explain who my birth mother was and what happened, at least in gentle terms.
No wonder my father loved her so much, and it's why I didn't just love but adored the hell out of her in return. The first time I'd called her Mum, before she'd even adopted me, she'd smiled and cried at the same time, because that was the sign of what I thought of her and what she meant to me. I'd been her son for as long as I could remember.
Graduating high school, I'd made plenty of applications for jobs in the mining sector and was eventually hired by a firm in Western Australia. If you wanted to go mining, that's where you needed to be. Mum and Dad knew it was coming, so when I sat them down and told them where I was going, when I was starting, and what I'd be doing, Mum hugged me tightly, Dad looked proud and shook my hand, then I had to go tell Hanako.
Her bedroom was what you would expected a young girl at twelve years old, verging on turning thirteen, though you could see the influence of our mother, her heritage and culture. "Hanako-chan?" She looked up from the book she was reading, no doubt busy studying. My sister was almost ridiculously intelligent already. She closed her book as she could read my face easily. "Can we talk?"
She moved to sit on the edge of her bed, sitting down next to her. I was just a smidgen over six foot. My little sister hadn't even reached five foot yet. And she knew what was coming, she knew what was happening, as she just leaned into me, feeling her arms around my waist as she cried. Damn near broke my heart hearing her cry. Picking her up was easy, feeling her limbs try and surround my broad frame, as I carried her out into the living room where my parents were. Rubbing her back lightly, I just whispered how much I'd miss my adorable little sister, that I'd call, write and email as often as I could, but that her big brother needed to spread his wings and fly.
Eventually settling down, I held her for as long as she wanted, not wanting to show her that I was crying as well. Dad eventually took her from my arms so I could go splash water on my face. That had been far more difficult than I imagined. Walking into my bedroom, everything was packed, ready to leave the next day.
Driving to the domestic terminal the next day, I sat in the back with my sister, who sat in the middle and cuddled me the entire time. I'd miss Mum and Dad, but I knew leaving was going to hurt my little sister most of all. Hell, I spent half the time just staring out the window, feeling my own emotions bubbling up. But I had my own life to lead, and I had my own ambitions. Money didn't buy happiness, but it would certainly make life easier. I planned on working my arse off for a while before I would then decide on what to do next.
Dad shook my hand one last time, stating he was proud of me, and made me promise to keep in touch with home. I assured him I'd do the best I could. Mum just hugged me tight, amused that I'd started towering over her by fourteen. I spoke in Japanese when I told her how much I loved and adored her. That made her start sobbing, saying she was proud to call me her son.
Then little Hanako. This time, she saw me cry. She kissed my cheek and wrapped her arms around my neck as I got down on a knee to hug her. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too, Hanako-chan. I'll do my best to come home soon." I never had a problem telling Dad, Mum or my sister I loved them. Mum made sure I was comfortable with my emotions and, more importantly, expressing them.
"But you will be busy?"
"Very busy."
"You will call?"
"Of course."
"Email?"
"Definitely."
"I'll miss you."
That's when I pulled back and took the wallet from my pocket, showing her the photo I'd carry with me. "So I'll always remember home," I said softly.
Mum saw that and burst into tears again, hugging my father. But my little sister's face lit up with a smile when she saw that, hugging me even tighter if possible. Only reason she let me go was the fact they started calling my flight for boarding. They walked with me to the gate, one last brief hug with everyone, before I boarded and disappeared from their lives.
It was the turn of the millennium when I left home for the first time. For the first five years away, I was working the mines in Western Australia. I made good money from the start. The mine was miles from anywhere, so I barely had anywhere to spend my wage, and I was constantly working extras shifts and overtime, saving as much money as I could. When I wasn't working, I was getting all the extra training I could, soon filling my CV with numerous certificates, while I started to pursue other avenues outside of mining.
I kept in touch with the family via phone calls and emails, I rarely made it back home to visit as I was intent on working as often as I could. Mining is a 24 hour, 7 days a week operation, not stopping for any reason, and for those willing to work, the benefits in regards to wage was immense. My parents understood what I was doing, particularly once I asked to open a secret account for my sister to help fund her university education. It is technically free at the time, but you pay it back through taxes later. I wanted to ensure she was educated without paying a cent. They loved that idea, and assured me the secret would be safe until I told her. I was soon transferring a fair chunk of change into that every month.
But I was done with mining after five years, looking for a different challenge, and that's how I ended up on a flight to, of all places, the Middle East as I had transferred my skills into working in the oil industry. After five years of back-breaking work in the mines, I was now in a suit and tie as I worked out of an air-conditioned office. Again, it felt like I was miles from everywhere, but as much as I'd learned a language to honour my Mum and sister, I learned Arabic so I could at least converse with locals. Considering the state of the world after 9/11, and what was going on nearby in Iraq, I figured anyone doing the same certainly helped somewhat integrate themselves.
Life was even more droll than near the mine, though. We did abide by some of the strict local laws and customs. No alcohol. No pork. We lived on a compound for westerners, kept separate from the local population. Whether they viewed us with suspicion or not, I wasn't sure. More than a few of us were a little concerned about shit kicking off, but I never felt in specific danger the entire time I lived there. But I made friends with plenty of Yanks, while the Saudi's were also ever present around the compound. I made sure to befriend plenty of people over the years.
I was 28 years old when I received that phone call nearly every child dreads to receive. It was early morning, Middle Eastern time, when my phone started to ring. Picking it up, I mumbled a hello.
"Mark, it's Mum."
That had me wide awake in the next second, sitting up in bed. "Mum, what's wrong?" I asked, immediately speaking Japanese. Didn't even think about it. But she never called at this time in the morning. I heard a sniffle and asked softly, "Mum, is it Dad?"
"He's in the hospital, Mark. He's had a heart attack."
"Is he okay?"
"He's alive, but he's not well. I'm not sure..."
"Fuck." I took a breath. "Sorry, Mum."
"Can you come home, Mark? It's been a long time."
It had been too long since I'd been home, but I'd been far too wrapped up in my own life. Considering where I was in the world, trips to Europe were far more convenient. Paris. Rome. Berlin. London. Amsterdam. I was a young Australian with money to burn, and being honest, I enjoyed the company of a few young women during my weekend trips away. I was tall, tanned from years in the sun, dark hair, dark eyes, kept myself fit. I didn't beat them off with a stick, but I was practically celibate while at work, so I let loose while on my occasional trip away.
But I'd been away from home for a decade by now. I had more than enough money, more than enough to live comfortably by doing something less stressful. I had no desire to do the job for the rest of my life. It had been a means to an end.
"I'm coming home, Mum. I'll book the next flight out to Sydney. I'll let you know when I get home. How's Hanako-chan?"
"Beside herself with worry, but she wants to see her big brother too. She definitely needs you, at least in person this time. She figured out everything you've done for her since you left though."
"Always was a smart girl. Okay, let me make some calls, and I'll let you know."
First thing that morning, I spoke to my boss about what was going on. He knew, once I'd left, I wouldn't come back. Thankfully, the company I worked for, while they didn't have offices in Sydney, they did have subsidiaries that did operate out of the city where I could possibly transfer. But I had a great relationship with my boss, so he told me to go home, take care of my family, and the rest would sort itself over time. Considering I'd barely taken a holiday in ten years, I'd earned plenty of time off since starting in the oil business so I could almost go on indefinite leave.
Flying home business class, simply for comfort as, even though I wasn't as tall as some people, I still wanted the leg room, I landed in Sydney rather bleary eyed only three days later, having spent two days sorting out my life and the likely transfer of my life finally back to my homeland. After passing through customs and immigration, my passport barely earning a glance compared to certain parts of the world I'd travelled, I grabbed my bags and wandered out into the arrivals hall.
Mum was generally reserved from what I remembered, but seeing me appear led to a call of my name, a fifty-year old Japanese-Australian lady running towards the tall, tanned Australian. I opened my arms, hugging her tightly. "Hello, Mum," I whispered. She just cried, barely able to get a word out otherwise. Closing my eyes, I just enjoyed feeling her in my arms for the first time in more years than I cared to remember. She still smelled the same too. Kissing her forehead, she leaned back and smiled, still unable to stay anything.
Then she let me go, standing to my side, and I saw Hanako in the flesh for the first time in years. She was... the most gorgeous human being I'd ever seen in my life. I'm fairly sure I stood there, jaw gaping, and I think she did start to blush.
Hanako was now 22 years old. I would turn 29 before her next birthday, so there was around six and a half years between us. She had raven-black, incredibly straight shoulder length hair, gorgeous brown eyes, an almost flawless complexion and an entirely innocent expression on her face and in her eyes, something she'd kept from when she was knee-high to a grasshopper. I took the picture from my wallet, the one I'd carried with me since I left. It had faded, but I held it next to her face. "Someone's all grown up," I whispered. That made the smile widen but the tears start to fall. "Still as pretty as I remember, Hanako-chan," I whispered in fluent Japanese, before I held her in my arms.
"Marko-san," she whispered. She rarely called me that. I was just 'Mark' to the family.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I am worried about father, but now that my big brother is home, I suddenly feel all is right in the world."
She was barely five-five, lifting her chin to greet my eyes. Hers were so expressive, I felt my heart beat slightly faster in my chest. Leaving a soft kiss on her forehead, she sighed, seemingly happy to simply have me home again. Mum appeared at our side, a beaming smile. "She missed you," she said.
"I know, Mum. I... should have come home sooner. Can we go see Dad?"
"You're up for it now?" I returned a firm nod. "Okay, the car is parked outside. We'll head there straight away." I glanced around to see a few glances at the obvious westerner speaking fluently in another language. Even at that time, few Australians would speak anything other than English. I happily spoke Japanese with Mum and my sister, easily switching between that and English with barely a thought.
I sat in the back as the flight had been long, and even in business class, I found trying to sleep quite difficult. Adding to what was on my mind, and little wonder I didn't exactly have a lot of shut-eye. Just like the journey to the airport nearly a decade earlier, Hanako sat in the middle of the back seat and cuddled next to me, though she wasn't the same size, no longer the little girl I remembered fondly, now a woman. Mum would look in the rear-view mirror when stopped and see her cuddling me, meeting my eyes and smiling.
"She really missed her big brother."
"Are you staying?" she asked softly.
I wrapped my arm around her, giving her a gentle squeeze. "I am this time, Hana. I've been away long enough." Hearing that earned a very wet kiss on the cheek before she snuggled back into me.
Arriving at the hospital, though I was ever so weary, I had to see my father. Mum led me towards his ward, my sister holding and squeezing my hand. I glanced to see her wiping her cheeks more than once. I could only imagine the whirl of emotion she was experiencing. The fear of losing our father but joy in my return.
The last time I'd seen my father, he'd been fit and healthy. The man I saw in the hospital was clearly not in a good way. But he was awake when I walked in, immediately going to his side and taking his hand. The fact I could feel strength in his squeeze told me he wasn't done just yet. "No crying yet, Mark. The Grim Reaper ain't got me yet."
"At least you're alive, old man."
He smirked and started to cough. "Don't make me chuckle."
Mum wheeled a chair closer so I could sit down, letting go of Dad's hand so I could hold hers. Hana sat to my other side, taking my other hand. Dad smiled at that. "How's the old ticker?"
"I'll need surgery but the white coats are confident I'll see this off. Get through that, and I won't give you all another fright for another couple of decades at least."
"You need anything?"
"Look after them while I'm in here. That's all I ask, son."
"I'm back for good, Dad. This was the wake-up..."
"None of that nonsense, Mark. No-one is to blame for me ending up in here. Just one of those things." He looked me up and down. "Certainly done some growing these past few years. Good tan. Been beating off the women?"
"Dad, I was in Saudi. I was a single man. I spent most of my time either at work or alone in a compound. The fact I was there at all verged on a miracle. They generally prefer family men."
"Was it worth it, at least?"
"Yeah. Being paid in US dollars for five years came in handy. Made some investments. Saved most of the rest and put that in good accounts with top interest rates. I won't say I'm rich, but I'm definitely comfortable now that I've finally returned home." I paused and added, "More than enough for you to retire and take it easy, Dad. You've worked hard to provide for your family. Maybe it's time to take a break, or at least scale back?"
"And my business?"
"Plenty of options, Dad. You don't have decide yet. The most important thing is getting you back on your feet and back home so Mum can inevitably fuss over you." I glanced to see Mum with a tissue, dabbing at her eyes. "No doubt you'll be put on a strict diet, careful exercise, and mothered to death."
It made him chuckle again, this time without the coughing. "I prepared your room," Mum said, "Soon as you called."
I thought I'd show off for a second. "So should we speak in English?" Then I asked in the language, "Or should we speak in Japanese?" Then I switched to a third, "Or should we speak in Arabic?"
Mum looked at me, impressed and surprised at once, before a broad grin broke out. My sister giggled next to me. "Was that Arabic?" she wondered.
"Indeed it was," I replied in the language.
"Are you fluent?"
"I can converse casually if necessary," I replied again in the language, "But I mostly learned it for business reasons, to converse with colleagues from the region. And it's a sign of respect for the local customs and culture."
The fact I'd just said all that in said language earned another look from Mum. I think she was left rather impressed.
"Any other languages you've learned?" my sister asked.
I switched to English. "A little French as that's always handy if I was sent to Africa by the company. And it helps if you're in Spain or Italy as the language is similar enough you can figure it out."
"Oooh, what can you say in French?"
I lifted her chin and met her eyes. "Je regarde la plus belle fille du monde."
"What does that mean?"
I certainly smiled. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
We sat chatting with Dad until we'd obviously tired him out. He'd already been in for one surgery, his next was in another couple of days, then he'd need to recover before coming home. Mum was handling all that for now, though she knew I'd now pitch in. Once Dad was comfortable and asleep, we headed outside where, I'll admit, I sighed with relief. "At least he's alive," I said, "He looks older, but considering the circumstances..."
Returning home was enough to raise a smile. The house had been given plenty of TLC since I'd last seen it. Mum's garden was in full bloom as she loved her flowers. Grabbing my bags from the boot, I followed them inside to find the walls had been given painted, and additional decorations had been added. Carrying my bags through to my room, Mum had made the bed and obviously prepared for my arrival.
"Want some tea?" she asked.
"I've been drinking that non-stop for nearly five years, Mum. But I'd love one of your teas."
Hanako was waiting for me to turn around, following her to her bedroom. She'd remained at home as she was studying to get her Masters then a Doctorate in history, as she wished to teach about the history and culture of her mother. And I assumed she knew who had funded it all for her. Her room had changed from the one of a near-teenage girl, and I could see the influence of both places she would call home.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she fidgeted slightly so I took her hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. "The last time we sat like this, you said you were leaving," she whispered.
I turned to look at her. Her large brown eyes looked up at me in return. I could see the hope in them. "This time, I'm sitting here saying I'm back and not leaving again."
She hugged me tightly for that, kissing me softly on the cheek. She was still hugging me when Mum cleared her throat. She was standing in a traditional floral kimono, one I remembered fondly from the many she'd worn while I grew up. So I knew how she wanted to take tea this time. I'd always kept one with me while travelling, not that I ever wore it. I kept it as a reminder of Mum and my sister, and only ever wore it while with the family, as a sign of my respect of their culture. I still remembered the day I spoke near fluent Japanese with my grandparents. As reserved as they were, I remember the pride on both their faces at their adopted grandson showing his respect, but more importantly love for his adopted family.
Letting them know I'd change, it took a few minutes to remember how to put it on properly, but looking in the mirror once I was done, I walked out to see Mum and my sister waiting for me. My sister was a vision of absolute fucking beauty. Must have shown in my eyes as she started to blush again, while Mum smiled at me.
She had obviously adapted the traditional ceremony, along the lines of a chakai (tea gathering), but even my father had embraced the traditions of his wife. I loved watching Mum prepare the tea, and being the first time in a long time, I found myself getting rather misty eyed as I watched her. Mum was now fifty but she was almost the stereotypical middle-aged Asian woman. Would have assumed she was ten years younger, at least. Barely a wrinkle on her. Hanako spent most of her time watching me instead, I think still in slight disbelief I was there.
"Okay, Mum, your tea is the best," I said, switching to Japanese. Now that we were in the family home, I'd happily converse in it.
"No-one will believe that my brother is fluent."
"But you do sound a bit bogan when speaking English, Hana." There wasn't a Japanese word for bogan, so that made us both chuckle, "You sound much prettier when speaking our Mum's native tongue." That earned one of those giggles I loved hearing from her. Whenever I said 'our Mum', she got that smile on her face that lit up the room.
"I was amazed how quickly he picked it up, Hanako, though I think my son did it to impress his Mum."
I smiled, as she wasn't wrong. "How are the grandparents?" Dad's father had passed away when I was ten. The other three were still alive, last I'd heard anyway.
"Still both kicking along. Happily living in their retirement village. Your father's mother is still fit enough, though she's suffering the health problems one does expect with elderly people."
"Good. I'll make sure I go see them before too long."
"Want a beer now, Mark?"
"God yes. I'm dying for one, Mum!"
We cleared away everything before gathering back in the living room, now with a beer in hand, Mum in her favourite chair, at least reupholstered, my sister refusing to leave my side. It was late afternoon, so we chatted away for a couple of hours about our lives. My sister was still studying, Mum was a language teacher, so they both had plenty of stories. I could share stories about things I saw at work, the places I'd been, people I'd met, but I'd admit five years in Saudi was long enough for any man. "Nearly five years of no booze and no bacon, Mum. I've paid penance for any previous and future crimes."
"Not a drop of booze?" Mum asked.
"Not outside diplomatic compounds. And, trust me, you don't mess around with them regarding it. Even a westerner caught with it could be punished severely. So when I did manage to get away for a weekend, it sometimes got a little wild. As for pork, being non-Muslims, we can technically eat it, but it's honestly not worth the hassle. Most of us just respected the customs and dealt with it. Probably healthier for it. They all smoke like bloody chimney's though. Half of them will probably get lung cancer in our lifetime."
Finishing my beer, although Dad was in hospital, I wanted to take the family out for dinner. As soon I suggested that, Mum knew what I wanted to do. Show off in front of them. If you want authentic Japanese cuisine, you either go to Japan, or if you can't afford that, you try your luck at the restaurants that pop up in the city. A few have been around for decades, while others come and go seemingly every couple of years.
Mum and Hanako didn't change, but I did throw on a pair of slacks and clean long sleeved shirt. Leather shoes, pair of sunglasses, cuff-links, I liked to dress nice whenever I wasn't in my work clothes. Joining the pair in the living room, I offered to drive as the city had changed, but not enough that I'd forgotten how to get around. Mum obviously knew the best place to go, directing me to a good parking spot once we were close enough.
She'd obviously booked ahead as we had a table for three waiting for us when we arrived. The young waitress arrived to eventually take our order, and she was probably second or third generation, her accent as thick as my sister's when it came to speaking English. So I ordered in Japanese, just to see the reaction, as I asked a few questions having eaten the food since I was a little boy, and knew what I liked, and I definitely knew what Mum and my sister enjoyed.
The waitress left impressed for more than one reason, or so I liked to think. "Show off," my sister said.
"I'll do it again by taking you somewhere I can speak Arabic."
The food was excellent, and I did savour an imported though slightly expensive beer, rounding the meal off with dessert and then tea. The waitress popped by more than once to chat with us, explaining I'd just returned home after time away. Hearing me call Mum, well, 'Mum', we explained briefly why. Mum just said I was her son, and that's all that mattered.
It wasn't too late by the time we arrived home, but I was exhausted. Heading straight for the bathroom, I shaved, enjoyed a long soak under hot water, scrubbing myself down, before heading back to my old bedroom. Mum was readying for bed, hugging her for a few minutes before she closed her door, before going to wish my sister goodnight. Not finding her in her room, I found her in mine, already resting under the blankets.
"Can I stay tonight?" she asked.
"Of course. Just, er... you know, male biology and stuff, particularly in the morning."
She giggled, obviously understanding what I meant. Shutting the door, I slid under the blankets, checking to see she was at least wearing a nightie. Shuffling back to rest against my chest, I relaxed an arm around her waist, hearing and feeling her sigh. "I'm glad you're home."
"I'm glad to be home, Hana."
"You left when I was a rather awkward young girl."
"You were never awkward, Hana. I've always thought the world of you."
"Thank you, Mark."
I knew what she was thanking me for. I pulled her a little closer. "I wanted to do it, Hana. If I couldn't be here to help, I wanted to do at least... do something meaningful for you. I knew when you were five years old you were going to go far. Considering you're looking at a PhD, I think I'm right there. I'll have to call you 'doctor' soon enough."
"Hanako-chan. I'll always be you Hanako-chan."
I kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, Hanako-chan," I whispered.
"I love you," she whispered back.
"Love you too, sweetheart."
I crashed within seconds, exhausted as I was. Didn't open my eyes at all until sometime the next morning, only waking up because I felt soft skin caressing my cheek, opening my eyes to see my sister gazing at me rather lovingly. When my eyes met hers, a glorious smile lit up her face, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, before snuggling against me. Caressing her back, I hadn't felt that content in years. I didn't feel any regrets, but being apart for that long, I'd missed them all the entire time.
"I don't have to go back to class for a couple of days," she explained, "I obviously told them what happened, so I don't have to attend class again until Monday."
"I'm on indefinite leave. All I need do is call a number when I'm ready to go back to work and they'll sort things out for me."
"From what you were saying, you don't have to work."
"Maybe not, but I can't sit around and do nothing. Dad's business is outside my area of expertise, though."
The only reason I got out of bed that morning is the need to pee and fill my stomach with food. Walking out bare-chested, Mum looked up from the table when walking into the kitchen, and she smiled as I obviously had a good tan. "Someone has looked after himself," she said, "Need to fight off the ladies, Mark?"
I chuckled as I made myself a brew. "No, Mum. At least, not in Saudi. When in Europe..." I glanced as my sister sat down, looking rather interested in my response. "I didn't always sleep alone. I'll leave it at that."
"Keep in contact with others from home?" Hanako asked.
"Tried to. You were always more important, but there are a couple of old mates I might catch up with for a beer once I'm settled."
"Can I show off my big brother?"
"How so?" I wondered, figuring out what she meant.
"Well, none of my friends have seen you in a decade. Now you're back looking... like you do."
"Tell you what, let me know when, and I'll join you. If it amuses you, so be it." I glanced at Mum. "Anything you need from me, Mum?"
"Just your support with your father, Mark."
"I'm not going anywhere."
The next week was about Dad, keeping him company before after his thankfully successful surgery. He had a little recovery time after that, but the doctor's said he was now out of the woods, and that all being well, he'd be home within a matter of days. Marvels of modern medicine, to be honest. Man had had a heart attack and looked on the verge of death, and would now walk out of the hospital within two weeks. Complete recovery would take far longer, the doctor's sitting down and explaining what we all needed to do to help.
At home, Mum doted on me, enjoying having her son back home. Breakfast, lunch and dinner was always ready before I even mentioned being hungry, as I barely left home, just enjoying her company. Hanako did return to her classes from the following Monday after my return, though she seemed to practically rush home to be with me again, more than once leaping onto the bed to cuddle me as I lay back reading.
"No interest in television?" she wondered.
"No. TV when near the mines was crap, and TV in Saudi was even worse. Plus, I was generally just too busy to sit down and watch hours of telly. So I kept up with news, a bit of online crap, but generally read as a means of escape."
The second Saturday after my return, Hanako asked if I'd be willing to join her and some of her friends in the city. I did ask what their interest was, thankful they didn't want to go to some nightclub. Dance music wasn't my thing, though I knew the sort of clubs I frequented in certain parts of Europe simply didn't exist in Sydney. They just didn't appreciate most aspects of metal.
I dressed in the standard trousers, dress shirt, shaved, pampered, prepped, ready to go. Hanako appeared from her bedroom and was a vision of absolutely beauty. Mum practically gushed at seeing her, while I stood in place, flat-footed. The black dress hugged her body in all the right places, a slit up the side showing a little thigh, bare shoulders. Sensible shoes with only a slight heel, her hair styled to open up her face.
She saw the look on my face and smiled. "I am 22 years old now, Mark. No longer that little girl you remember."
"Yeah, that's pretty fucking obvious," I muttered. Mum gently slapped my shoulder, though she couldn't hide her smile. "Sorry, Mum. Inner bogan looking to escape."
Pressing herself into my body, I inhaled her scent, a mixture of soap, perfume and... her. Lifting her eyes to mine, I'm sure her grin broadened even further. "You approve then, big brother?"
"I'm going to be fighting the men off tonight."
The smile flickered for a second, then she said softly, "I don't think that will be a problem."
"How are you getting into the city?" Mum asked.
"Taxi, Mum. Ordered already. Should be here soon. Definitely not driving as we'll be drinking."
My sister did her usual thing during the drive into the city, sitting to me as close as possible. I'd always enjoyed how affectionate our relationship had been. She'd always come to her brother as often as her mother or father for that reassuring hug, or if she was upset about something. It was a little different now, but I already loved that we were as close as we'd been before I left.
We conversed quietly in Japanese so the driver couldn't listen in, though saw his curious glance more than once, and I was left wondering if he thought we were a couple rather than siblings. Paying him upon arriving, I rounded the vehicle to open the door, helping my sister out of the taxi, before taking her hand and leading her inside the bar. I'd already told her that the night was on me as I could afford to treat my sister whenever I chose.
Three of her friends were waiting for us. After compliments flowed between the four of them, eyes turned towards me. It was easy to see them look me up and down approvingly. "So this is the long lost brother?" Katie asked, once I'd been introduced.
"He's come home," Hanako replied, cuddling into my side, "And he said he's home for good, this time."
"Want a drink, girls?" I asked.
They wandered off to find a table while I bought ordered a couple of bottles of wine and a beer for myself, joining the four, no surprise my sister ensured I sat next to her. Once the drinks arrived, they toasted my return home, and also the fact my father was now out of hospital and slowly getting better. The four girls chatted away happily, listening in and answering any questions in my direction. What I did feel after a little while was Hanako's hand rest on my thigh. Nothing untoward, but when I rested mine on top of hers and squeezed, she glanced and smiled at me.
"I haven't seen you this happy in years, Hana," Samantha stated.
"My brother is home. You have no idea how much I've missed him."
"Oh, we know enough, Hana," Rebecca replied. I glanced around the table. "You were rather jealous about the fact we all admitted he was hot when we were younger."
"I still remember those times we watched him in your pool," Katie added.
"Anytime we managed to see him without a shirt, to be honest," Rebecca said, the two others nodding.
"We were all a younger then," my sister retorted, "Behave yourselves."
"We'll try, but now he's returned how he looks, Hana, and we're more than old enough. We might not be able to control ourselves," Katie said, winking in my direction. I almost snorted as I assumed they were just being playful. I had a feeling my sister would very quickly warn them off.
Thankfully, conversation moved on and they were soon giggling and laughing away as the two bottles of wine were rather quickly drained. That was the sign to move on for food and drinks, having booked a restaurant just for the occasion. It was another Japanese restaurant, and I think there was a collective swoon when I ordered in the lingo and then ended up enjoying a long conversation with a nearby couple on holiday from Osaka. By the time they'd left, having my ears filled with places to visit should I ever visit my sister's homeland again, and giving them plenty of ideas for their trip around Australia, I glanced around the table and grinned. "What?"
"I think Hana was just keeping him hidden from us for the past ten years," Katie suggested.
"Mark being fluent shouldn't be a surprise," Hanako explained, "We speak it as much as English at home."
"It would be nice to visit again," I said, "We've only done it once as a family. I know you've managed as a trio while I was gone. But do it properly next time, not the whirlwind visit of a couple of weeks. I mean a full six to eight weeks, really take it in."
"Could you get the time off?"
"All my owed time and other benefits will roll over into my new position, if I choose to take it. Trust me, I'm owed months of time back."
Her friends enjoyed the meal, filling themselves up, before we headed out into the night and visited another couple of places before they suggested it was time for a dance. Hanako knew I didn't particularly want to, but when she gave me those big brown puppy dog eyes, my willpower collapsed faster than a house of cards.
I can't dance to save my life, which was probably a good thing, as her three friends were hit on within a few minutes of joining the dance floor. Aware I wasn't showing an interest in them except being friendly, it wasn't long before each had one or more men surrounding them, left rather amused by it all. Hanako remained by my side.
"No interest in joining them?"
"I'm not interested in being a piece of meat at market," she replied, before cuddling into me, "Plus, I've got my date tonight. I can't leave him alone. Though how did you usually meet women overseas?"
"Well, Saudi, it just doesn't happen. So when I was in Europe, I'd generally go dressed appropriately and hit up the right sort of club. Jeans, black shirt, band name across the front, tour dates on the back. Instant topic of conversation. Before you ask, I didn't really have a type. Sure, attractiveness counts but I needed someone I could at least talk to first."
"Keep in touch with any of them?"
"Tried to but we'd generally only spend a day or two together then part ways. The usual sort of thing that happens when travelling. Still, it leaves some fond memories of the places I've visited."
"Maybe you could treat your sister to a trip away one day?"
"Anywhere in mind?"
"Well, if we do Japan as a family, I want to see Europe with you."
"Done."
She glanced up at me. "Really? Just like that?"
"Sure."
That earned a pair of soft lips being pressed against my cheek. "You interested in being here much longer?"
I glanced back at the dance floor. "I think your friends are occupied. We could probably say goodnight and leave without a problem."
I was proven right, her three friends enjoying the attention, so I did the right thing and asked them to message Hanako they got home safely, which earned hugs of appreciation from each of them, before I escorted Hanako outside towards the nearby taxi rank. She was asleep halfway home, resting against my shoulder. I cuddled her closer, and after paying, managed to pick her up and carry her inside. Ready to carry her into her bedroom, she whispered, "Your room."
That didn't bother me at all by now, so I carried her into mine, taking off her shoes, then unrolled her stockings, feeling the smoothness of her skin as I did, before helping her out of her dress, where I was left stunned by the black lingerie she was wearing. And my body reacted immediately.
Helping her lie back under the blankets, I undressed to my underwear and joined her. She rolled onto her side and opened her eyes, leaning forward to kiss me. And it was no ordinary kiss. I replied in kind immediately, feeling her body press against mine, and there's no doubt she would have felt my erection. Lifting her leg over mine, I ran my hand down her thigh to her arse, my tongue already in her mouth, pulling her tighter to my body.
Then I remembered who I was kissing, and although I really didn't want to, I ever so gently pulled back, mostly so I could catch my breath. I caressed her cheek, her eyes watching mine intently, no doubt wondering what I'd do or say next. I think I surprised her when rolling her onto her back, lifting her enough that I could remove her bra one-handed. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, immediately clamping my lips around one. She moaned softly, feeling her fingers gently caress the back of my head. Giving her utterly perfect breasts attention with my mouth, I ran a hand down her smooth body towards her panties, sliding my fingers underneath the sheer fabric. She was trimmed though it still felt thick, which I didn't mine either way, and I could feel how wet and warm she was, earning another moan.
"Mark," she moaned.
"How long, Hana?" I whispered.
"Forever," she whimpered, hearing the choked back sob, "Forever."
I leaned up and kissed her softly. "The moment I saw you at the airport, I knew..."
"You did?"
"My little sister was all grown up."
"The most beautiful woman in the world?"
I smiled at her. "Knew you'd figure it out."
"Mark, I'm not..."
I kissed her softly. "Hana, you're 22 years old. Despite where I spent time living, I don't expect nor demand virgins." She giggled at that. "All that matters is now and forever, if that's what you want." She nodded eagerly, using my thumb to clear her cheeks. I kissed her again. "Then I think I should do something I've been thinking about since seeing you in that dress."
"Liked it?"
"Absolute vision of fucking beauty."
That made her giggle as I kissed back down her body before I grabbed the thin fabric of her panties with my teeth and pulled them off, throwing them somewhere behind me. Seeing her naked before me, I almost felt overcome myself, needing to take a deep breath, before I gently fondled her for a few second, earning another soft moan.
I had to taste her. I needed to taste her. I left soft kisses all across her body between her breasts and pussy, making her giggle but helping her relax, inhaling her intoxicating scent before running my tongue up and down her slit. Another choked sob as I think that's what she'd been waiting all night for herself. "You taste absolutely fucking divine, Hana," I whispered.
Grabbing her around each thigh, I got myself comfortable, ready to eat my sister's pussy for however long she wanted. Not a single part of her pussy remained untouched, using all the experience I'd gained from previous lovers, whether during my travels, or before I'd left home, to good use. She was incredibly sensitive, make delightful little moans and even squeaks, giggling whenever I chuckled at the noises she was making.
"Can you do this every night?" she whispered.
"Absolutely."
She looked up to watch me, her eyes alight with love, lust, desire, need, want, urgency to make her orgasm. She was utterly turned on, I think probably having spent half the night and longer growing ever more so, little wonder her little clit appeared, ready to be touched, but I ignored it for the moment, waiting until she asked.
Didn't take long until she was almost desperate for me to help her orgasm. The first light flick of her clit made her jolt, and she left it to me to figure out what she liked. Keeping her legs spread with hands still around her thighs, I focused more attention on her clit, figuring out she liked long, slow licks. It didn't just work; it drove her fucking wild.
"Oh fuck," she moaned, "Mark..."
She moaned a couple more things before she needed a proper release, covering her mouth as she almost screamed as she orgasmed, the power in her thighs rather amusing as she tried to squeeze them together, her body pressing down into my mouth as she released. She shuddered a few times, eventually raising her head to see me continue what I was doing. I'd happily bring her to orgasm time to and again. Her face broke out in a grin, amused to see her black hair plastered to her forehead.
"More?" I nodded. "How many more?" I shrugged. "You want to make love?" That made me lift my head and smile. She leaned down grasping my upper arm, ensuring I was resting above her. Removing my underwear, it was the first time she'd seen my cock, meeting my eyes and grinning. "Wow," she whispered, "You've got a big dick."
"I haven't heard too many complaints."
"Be gentle."
"Always, unless you ask me not to be."
I enjoyed the grin that formed, as it suggested she liked the idea. Pressing forward, the head of my cock at her entrance, I met her eyes as she smiled, slowly sliding inside her, watching her face change, a gasp escape her, as I gently buried inch after inch of my cock inside her. I took my time, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin slide up and down my arms and back. As soon as I was buried, we got comfortable and slowly started to make love. Each of my thrusts was met by her meeting me with her own pelvic move, desperate to take every inch of my cock each and every time.
The next kiss was deep, passionate, full of all the feelings we had for each other. She'd loved me for years, been in love with me for years. I'd always loved my sister, but the vision that greeted me at the airport, I knew in my heart I'd fallen for her then and there. Feeling her shuffle, she had me move my arms as she lifted her legs so they now rested around mine. I raised my eyebrow at that.
"I want to feel you as deep as possible inside me," she moaned.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum quickly now," I retorted softly.
"Good. Then we can make love again for longer."
That sounded like a good idea, so I upped the tempo of my thrusts. Thankfully, the bed didn't squeak and there was no headboard to slam the wall. Anyone listening at the door would have known we were making love behind it though. Hanako couldn't take her eyes off mine, couldn't stop touching me. Her pussy was tight, it was hot, it was absolutely perfect.
"Hana," I moaned, resting my head next to hers as I felt the impending orgasm.
"Cum in me, Mark," she whispered, "I'm safe. Mum made sure a long time ago."
"My sister has the best pussy."
I heard the choked sob. "I've wanted this... too long..."
I groaned softly as I erupted inside her, spurt after spurt of cum, so much I'm fairly sure my balls just shrivelled up completely. I hadn't exactly been clearing the pipes often, if you catch my drift, so it was one hell of an orgasm. Once I stopped moving, leaving my cock buried for a few moments, I moved my arms so she could move her legs, no surprise they wrapped around me immediately.
Lifting my head, I kissed her softly, caressing her cheek, her eyes shining in the moonlight that came through the curtains. I'd rarely seen her so happy. Eventually pulling out, I quickly grabbed some tissues to clean us both up before lying next to her, my sister content to lie on her back and contemplate life.
"Will this work?" she asked.
"We'll make it work."
Pushed onto my back, she immediately straddled my lap, her breasts sitting pert and proud on her chest, her body absolutely perfect in every regard otherwise. She was absolutely flawless. My eyes just drank in every inch, running my fingers everywhere, feeling goosebumps as her excitement grew, just from my touch. She was soon rubbing herself against my rapidly expanding cock. As soon as I was erect, she lifted it up and slid down it quickly, making herself gasp. "Oops, too eager there, I think," she said, giggling away.
Watching my little sister bounce on my cock was something I would have to record one day to simply watch back in wonderment. She was always bound to enjoy herself, but the sheer delight on her face, the way her eyes shone with excitement, the way her body moved and shuddered, the feeling of her tight pussy practically moulded to my cock.
She enjoyed more than one orgasm riding me, her pussy even tighter as it squeezed me, my sister almost incapable of holding herself up as it hit her. She tried to be quiet but one hell of a loud moan did escape her. I would have shushed her, but I was far too turned on myself to worry about it. She rode through that one, leaning forward to rest on her hands, moving my hands down to her pert little butt and started to match her movements.
"Fuck yes," she moaned.
"Your pussy, Hana..."
"Hanako-chan. I will always be your Hanako-chan, Mark."
I moved a hand to caress her cheek. "I'll never tire of your pussy, Hanako-chan. Anytime you want my attention, all you need do is ask. Hell, just lie down, point at it and I'll know what to do."
We almost came together next time, hers setting off mine, so that by the time we'd both recovered ourselves, she was resting on my chest, my fingers absentmindedly caressing her back, and I was busy trying to put my own thoughts in order. Mostly, I was trying to figure out what we'd do the next morning.
After a night out, and then making love, we needed a shower to clean up, both of us chuckling as we snuck to the bathroom, her hand in mine. We tried to keep the noise down while cleaning up, but as we made out while soaping up and washing down, she couldn't help giggling. And.... Well, I might have tickled her as well.
Once we'd dried, I simply didn't care about us being dressed. If we were caught, so be it. Spooning back against me, we expressed our love for each other and fell asleep.
She was awake before me the next morning, soft lips waking me up, kissing her back before I'd opened my eyes. Once I did, the sheer delight and happiness in her gaze had my heart beating faster again. Hanako was utterly besotted and completely in love. I only hoped I returned the same gaze. After a long make-out session, that didn't lead anywhere else, we agreed to get up and face any possible music. She snuck to her bedroom while I dressed and went to the bathroom, joining Mum in the kitchen as she was preparing Sunday breakfast.
"Good night in the city?" she asked.
"Yes, Mum. Hana had a good time with her friends, and I think they appreciated that their night was covered by me, for most of it anyway."
"Her friends like you?"
"Well, I did hear the confession that I was fancied by some of them."
Mum laughed. "There was a reason why her friends would all want to visit for a swim in our pool in the summer."
Hanako walked in a couple of minutes later, wearing a silk dressing gown and slippers, her scent as delightful as always. She sat down as close to me as always, taking my hand and holding it openly. I think she figured we would have been heard and so there was no point hiding it. Mum placed a plate in front of us, then a pot of tea, before sitting down herself.
"You made love last night," she stated. Not a hint of anger. Simply a smile on her lips and curiosity in her eyes.
"I love him, Mum. I've loved him..."
"Hanako-chan, I'm well aware of how long you've been in love with him. Mark, I just wasn't sure..."
"The airport, Mum. I had to resist kissing her in a very inappropriate way."
"Why aren't you angry?" Hanako asked.
"Because I knew I could not stop what happened last night. You have been in love since you were a little girl. I knew Mark loved you as much as any brother would love his little sister, but you were always much younger. I knew time apart would not dim your feelings, Hanako, but I wasn't sure if he would return married, with partner or single. He was a man while you were still a child, and never saw you as anything but a little sister that he must care for and protect. Now, he is a man, you are a woman. It is fine."
"Seeing her grow into such a lovely young woman, Mum," I glanced at my sister, "I was a lost cause from the moment I arrived here."
"Your father is aware. He also knew. He will not be angry," Mum explained, "But you know this will be awkward for you." We both nodded. "You will live together?"
We both chuckled. "We haven't planned that far ahead, Mum," I replied.
"You don't need to leave. I love having my children at home. But I know you will want privacy to live your lives." Hanako started to weep, rounding the table to hug her. Mum caressed her back. "I am happy for my children. As I said, it is not unexpected. My son is a good man, and my daughter is a wonderful woman. You are a perfect match. You will make it work."
Once I finished breakfast, I helped Mum clean up then gave her the longest hug in history. Being smaller than me, tall as her daughter, she rested her head against me. "Thanks, Mum," I said softly.
"I could not stop my children's happiness, Mark. I don't care if wrong or illegal. You will make each other happy and that is what matters to me and your father."
We brought Dad home that week. Mum told us to wait at least a couple of weeks before telling him, so she wasn't too subtle in suggesting I take my sister out on the town for a couple of nights each week. I didn't need telling twice, immediately booking a couple of nights at a five-star hotel for a couple of future weekends. Once I told Hanako about that, she barely held herself together again.
But it was nice having the old man around the house. He couldn't do much just yet, taking painkillers and under strict orders to take it easy. Couldn't drink either, but we sat outside in the shade while I did enjoy a couple, chatting away about anything that came to mind. I assured him his business was in good hands, and it was no surprise he was already thinking about handing the rein over and retiring. He was closed to sixty than fifty by now, and he could easily take early retirement due to his health concerns.
Before leaving for the city that Friday, Dad did pull me into the kitchen for a last minute talk. "Treat your sister right, Mark." I met his eyes, and the smile that formed put me at ease. "I'm not oblivious. You can't hide the fact you're in love with each other, no matter how hard you're trying. So don't bother. Just don't, you know, start necking each other on the couch in front of your parents."
"Thanks, Dad."
"I'll talk to your sister when you get back, but I don't want to concern her considering my health. She'll naturally worry too much."
I'd bought myself a car during the week, nothing spectacular, just something to get myself around the city. My sister liked it though, placing our bags in the boot, before sliding behind the wheel, putting the car into drive, and heading towards the city. I'd bought an automatic because I couldn't be bothered with a manual, and I knew my sister would be next to me more often than not, and I wanted to hold her hand when possible.
It was a comfortable drive, the hotel with an underground garage, heading upstairs to reception. The lady behind the counter was as friendly as professional as one could expect, but she smiled when handing over what we needed. "Have a pleasant stay, Mr and Mrs Taylor."
I felt my sister almost staring at me as I returned. "Thank you. We'll be back downstairs for dinner at 8."
Taking Hanako's hand, I escorted her to the elevators, waiting until we were inside until she turned towards me. "Mr and Mrs?"
"Do you not approve?"
She showed me her absolute approval by grabbing the front of my shirt and kissing me. The only thing that stopped us was the fact the elevator dinged and the door opened. Clearing my throat, we walked past the elderly couple waiting to board it. "Ah, young love," the lady stated, grinning away.
The room was expensive but worth every penny, a view of the harbour and bridge in the distance. Hanako dropped her bag on the bed and pulled back to the curtains and blinds as the sun was still out. Standing behind her, she leaned back against me, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Will it always be like this?"
"I'll treat my sister as much as I can. I worked hard for the money I have. I'm now going to reap at least some of the rewards. But I'm not going to stop working. I just need to find a project to get my teeth into."
"Will we move in together?"
"As soon as you let me know, we'll start looking."
"Maybe just a little longer at home." Turning in my arms, she kissed me again, her tongue slowly sliding into my mouth, playful duels as she led me back towards the bed. Raising my eyebrows as I was curious as to her idea, she had me sit back on the bed before she took off her blouse and skirt, standing before me in her underwear, stockings and heels. I'd discovered my sister enjoyed particular clothing, though already wondered if she'd figured out what I liked seeing her in. I wasn't complaining, either way.
Dropping to her knees before me, she ran her hands up my thighs to my belt, undoing that, before the button was undone, the zip lowered. I sat up to help her shimmy my trousers down towards my ankles, quickly joined by my underwear. I was as erect as I could remember as I quickly threw off my shirt, feeling her tongue run up my shaft, leaning down to kiss her. She smiled impishly, surprised at how quickly she simply wrapped her lips around my cock. No teasing, she was just ready to go. So was I, to be honest.
"Oh fuck," I groaned.
As her mouth worked my shaft, her fingers were caressing my balls, and she'd barely been blowing me five minutes before I felt that familiar tingle. Her mouth was hot and wet, her lips moulded to my shaft, her soft fingers felt wonderful caressing my balls or cock. Her eyes gazed up into mine, an almost desperate need in them to make me cum.
"Hanako-chan," I murmured. Her eyes lit up at the use of the name. "Fuck, I'd ask where you learned..."
"Test dildo and reading," she said quickly, "I didn't enjoy it with other men. But I'll always do it for you, Mark."
I soon reached the point of no return. I warned her I was close and was left feeling my cum was going one place, and one place only. Her head bobbing up and down. The things her tongue was doing, her lips felt wonderful, soft fingers, sensory overload...
I groaned as I felt that first spurt erupt. She never stopped gazing into my eyes as I filled her mouth, throb after throb, spurt after spurt. It was so fucking good, my eyes started to glisten for a moment. I groaned again as I emptied myself, feeling my sister remove her lips only to use her tongue, licking my cock like a lollipop, up and down my shaft, around the head, before sitting back on her knees, looking rather pleased with herself.
Standing up, I offered my hand. Once she was on her feet, I kissed her deeply, making her whimper as my cock pressed against her, my hands squeezing her perfectly pert butt. Removing her bra first, her panties were removed next, the stockings and heels remained on for now. "What does my big brother want to do with me?" she whispered.
"Fuck his sisters' brains out."
She giggled first. "Well, I think you won't be surprised to hear she loves the sound of that. At least I can make all the noise I want here."
Picking her up and making her squeal, I got up onto the bed and then placed her down gently... then I tickled her, hands all over her mid-riff. There was a mixture of giggling and squealing, in addition my laughter, as she couldn't stop my fingers attacking her. But I'd learned since we'd started making love that it also turned her on nowadays. Soon as I slowed down, and her giggling slowly subsided, she spread her legs to show me her excitement, and my mouth was soon busy between those legs.
"Oh fuck!" she cried out, "Oh fuck, lick my pussy, big brother."
We'd agree to call each other by those terms to heighten the taboo at times. "I love my little sister's pussy," I murmured.
"How much do you love it?" she asked, ever so innocently, looking up to see her chewing on a finger.
"Enough that I'm going to try and do this every damned day the rest of our lives. And I do love you trying to act all innocent after sucking my cock and swallowing my cum."
"My big brother has corrupted his innocent little sister." I almost snorted at that, but the look on my face earned a giggle. "My pussy is ever so tight, big brother. Can you possibly fit your big thick cock inside me?"
"Dear god, Hanako-chan," I replied, trying to concentrate on pleasing her but the conversation was turning me on big time.
"I'm always so wet since you got home. I think about you for five minutes and my panties are soaking. I should just stop wearing them."
"Wear them, give them to me when you get home."
"You'll sniff them?"
"I don't have a panty fetish, but your scent is intoxicating."
She was too turned on. "Please make me cum," she whimpered.
My tongue was soon hard at work, sliding a finger inside her as I knew exactly where her spot was, as I'd spent plenty of time experimenting with her, trying to figure out how to make her orgasm harder and harder. I loved leaving her on the bed a raggedy, out of breath, sweaty mess. I'd sit back on my knees and think she was more beautiful than ever.
"Mark," she whimpered again, the tone telling me she was getting close. My fingers had found her spot. My tongue was now almost entirely focused on her clit, moving in just the way she liked. Her left leg was over my shoulder, my left hand wrapped around her other thigh. Her body gyrated at what I was doing, her back arching every so often as she got closer to orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried, "Oh fuck..."
When in the bedroom, it was mostly in English, particularly when she felt the urge to curse. She rarely did outside the bedroom. Feeling her squeeze my fingers tightly, she released the sort of moan that came from her core, her back arching further as she shuddered in my hand, her other leg kept in place by my head. Pushing down into my mouth, she couldn't get enough, pleading with me to keep going.
I kept on going, her next orgasm arriving within a minute, earning a smile as I'd quickly learned my little sister could cum multiple times very quickly. The only downside was that it wore her out. The third, fourth and fifth arrived within a matter of five minutes, and she simply couldn't handle anything else, left so sensitive, I couldn't touch her at all, sitting back as she giggled, quivering every few seconds. "Fucking hell, what you do to me, big brother..."
"My role in life right now is to make my little sister happy."
"You do more than that. Much more than that."
Taking her hand, I led her into the enormous bathroom, running us a bath so we could enjoy a long soak before dinner. Sitting her on the basin, we made out, my cock already hard again, little wonder she shuffled forward enough I could slide inside her. Neither of us moved much, simply enjoying the feeling of being joined together again. We only stopped making out in time to turn off the water, adding everything we wanted before getting in, Hanako leaning back against me.
"I could get used to this," she whispered.
We almost fell asleep together, waking up with just a few minutes to spare, simply throwing on the same clothes as before, though I noticed she didn't put on a bra or panties. As we made our way down to the lobby, I stood behind her, my hand between us as I fondled her from behind, only stopping once the doors opened, sucking my finger dry as we stepped out. There was no missing the colour in her cheeks as the maître d' greeted us.
Escorted to our table, we were offered menu's and the wine list, my sister looking around in amazement at the décor, picking up the silverware and almost gazing at her reflection. Others walked in dressed to the nines, no doubt feeling a little underdressed. I glanced at her, told her not to worry, and she could order whatever she wanted.
The waiter arrived and we ordered mostly based on his recommendations. I needed something meaty like a steak, while she chose a fish dish, enjoying an entrée firs and a delicious dessert afterwards, before a coffee and an aperitif afterwards, before adjourning to the hotel bar for a couple of cocktails. Sitting at the bar on stools, her legs on display, I could help running my fingers along them as we quietly chatted about whatever was on our minds. Nowadays, it was usually the future, a million and one ideas and possibilities.
Returning to our bedroom with a bottle of vodka purchased from the bar, we poured a glass each as we stood by the window, now taking in the night view. It was as beautiful as I could remember, my sister cuddling into my side, remaining silent as we sipped our drinks. "I always dreamed of this," she finally said, "You and I together like this. Even when I was a little girl, I'd have dreams of being a princess, you'd be my prince, and we'd like in a castle together."
"Not sure I can afford a castle. Might be out of my price range."
"The most important part was you and I were together, Mark."
"We are now, Hana. Now and forever." When she started to shake, I took her glass, placing it down, before I held her. "What's wrong?" I asked softly.
"I want to marry you, but I know we can't."
"Maybe not in the eyes of the law, but I can still give you a ring to wear, and we can be married here," I placed a hand on her heart, "And here," resting my hand against her cheek, "Isn't that what matters in the end?"
Returning a crooked grin, I kissed her softly. "And children?" she asked.
"I don't see a problem with that."
"Do you want them?"
"With you? Absolutely. Without a shadow of a doubt. We're going to be a family. Hana, the moment I saw you in the airport, I knew that was it, my life was going to be with you. I just didn't know if you felt the same way. I'll admit, I suspected at times over the years, but I thought being away for ten years might have caused those feelings to fade."
"They never did. Any boyfriend I did have was jealous of the absent older brother who I never shut up about. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Mark. I only loved you more. Your calls meant the world to me. Every email was cherished. I still have every single one you sent me."
We ended up in bed after our clothing was removed, sliding my cock inside her before slowly started to pump her. Fingers digging into my back, I felt her legs move, eventually resting against my torso, feeling even deeper inside her as she made subtle movements that made it feel even better. She cooed about the feeling of my cock inside her. I couldn't help marvel at how tight her pussy was. Our lips barely parted when not murmuring our thoughts and feelings for each other.
Picking up the tempo, she released her legs, spreading them wide, urging me on to go faster and harder. So I did as she asked, still holding back slightly, but pumping into her like I was, the orgasm was arriving, and it was going to be big.
"My brother fucks me so good," she moaned.
"Helps my sister is a fucking little hottie," I retorted.
"Is he going to cum in me? Is he going to fill my pussy until it's overflowing?"
I kissed her hard, resting my forehead against hers. "Better get ready for it," I groaned.
"Fill me, Mark. Soon enough, you'll put a baby in me."
That thought made me smile before I needed to cum, burying my cock as I felt my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. As soon as it was over, I needed to relax, limbs of my sister wrapped around me as I rested my head next to hers. "Fuck me gently, Hana," I murmured, chuckling away, "I went without sex for far too long."
"I wish you were here for my 18th," she whispered, "The best present would have been you taking my virginity."
I leaned back and met her eyes. "I'm sorry, Hana."
She kissed me softly on the lips. "Never apologise for leaving. You had your own life, and I was still a young girl. But I still wish, even all this time later..."
I pulled out and cuddled her into me. "Mind if I ask who?"
"Oh, he was a good friend. A decent enough substitute. At least I liked him and he didn't just do it once then dump me. But he wasn't my boyfriend. We lost it together because he worried about losing his like me. He was very sweet, but he wasn't who I wanted or needed in the end." She then paused. "How about you?"
"Remember the large group of friends I had? Mix of sexes?"
"I do."
"I... might have had sex with some of the women by the time I left. Three of them, to be exact. Sophie was my first, then I had fun with Lizzie and Natalie."
For some reason, that made her giggle. "So you were a bit of stud?"
Relaxing on my back, she cuddled into my side, her fingers caressing my chest. "No, not that. We were just good friends, and I've learned that good friends can enjoy sex as much as people who are deeply in love."
"I remember a few of them when they used to visit. A couple of them were nice and pretty enough."
"I'm just glad it wasn't as awkward as I thought. It was actually pretty good. Didn't finish in five seconds, so that's always a bonus." That made her laugh out loud. "Obviously, you want to make the person you're with cum, but I didn't have a clue then. Takes time to figure all this out."
"Before me, have you ever been in love?"
"No. Lust and infatuation? Yeah, sure. But a deep feeling of love? No."
"Never?"
"Never met the right girl until I stepped through that arrivals gate and saw you."
After a large dinner and then some good sex, I was knackered, while she was almost falling asleep as it was, so I flicked off the lights, pulled up the blankets, and fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up to a morning blowjob, something I'd learned my sister loved to do for me, though I enjoyed a pre-breakfast of her pussy in return. After an almost mutual orgasm, I ordered us up some room service before deciding what to do for the day.
We did spend the day away from the hotel, wandering the streets aimlessly, before catching the Manly ferry, enjoying a lunch of fish and chips on the beach, enjoying a drink or two in one of the many pubs and bars near the waterfront, before heading back across the harbour as the sun was starting to set. It was absolutely beautiful, the sky a wondrous mix of orange, red, blue, and purple, my sister resting against the side as I held her from behind.
Dinner was in a simple sushi place, nothing fancy, one of those chain places where there is the conveyer belt and you just pick and pay for what you want. But it was amusing that we conversed in the lingo as usual, amused at the glances that the westerner is conversing to what looks like his girlfriend in a language other than English. As I've said, there are quite a few bilingual locals but even I remember that Asian languages were not taken on often by students in high school, most still offering and almost forcing languages such as French and Spanish, which didn't really make sense considering Australia's changing perspective towards Asia.
Walking into the lobby hand in hand, the two receptionists grinned while greeting us, turning us towards the bar. Finding a comfortable couch, we enjoyed a couple of drinks, sipping at them slowly, simply cuddling up together. To my amusement, she was almost falling asleep after her second drink. It had been a long day, and a late night, so little wonder she was feeling it. Picking her up in my arms, she snuggled against me, amazed at either how strong I was, how light she was, or somewhere in between.
I managed to undress her before doing the same myself, ensuring she was covered up before joining her. "Sex?" she whispered.
"Get some sleep, gorgeous. It's been a long day."
"Tomorrow morning before we check out then. Fuck me by the window while we take in the view."
So that's exactly what we did, and anyone who could see us would have had quite the view. Hands at her hips, my sister was well and truly fucked, my skin slapping against her arse, her legs quivering and almost losing balance from time to time, leaving plenty of handprints on the glass. It made me chuckle, as whoever cleaned the room would figure out exactly what we'd been doing.
Then I pulled out and came all over those delight butt cheeks of hers, which thankfully made her laugh out loud, before she then dragged me to the shower to clean her off.
"Checking out?" the receptionist asked. I handed over the keycard with a smile. "Was your stay satisfactory?"
"It was excellent," I replied.
"We had a wonderful time," my sister replied.
"And I have another couple of more weekends booked over the new few next months, so we'll be back again soon."
She went through the bookings and nodded. "Would you like the same room? Or one with a different view?"
I looked at my sister. "I loved the view. It was beautiful," she replied.
"Same room then. We look forward to seeing you again soon, Mr and Mrs Taylor."
Taking my sister's hand, we made our way down to the parking garage, where I packed away our bags, got in, and I drove us all the way home. Walking inside, Mum and Dad were on the lounge, looking up as I closed the door, carrying our bags through to our bedroom, as we now slept together permanently, hearing Mum ask how our weekend was.
"Best weekend ever, Mum," my sister replied as I sat next to her, immediately holding her hand, "Best brother ever too."
"How you doing, Dad?" I asked.
"I'm okay, Mark. Feeling a little stronger every day, which is what they want to hear."
"We've actually been talking, Mark. I'm hoping you'll hear us out."
"Of course, Mum."
"Your father is recovering but, although his heart is now okay thanks to the surgery, we'll obviously want to limit things like stress to hopefully ensure a full, healthy life. I'm still a decade away from retirement, but your father is considering selling his business and retiring. If we do that, we don't wish to remain living here."
"But we don't want to go through the hassle of selling the house," Dad added, "So we want you and Hanako to have the house."
"What?" I asked, dead-pan, just through the sheer surprise of the offer.
"If I sell the business, I'll have more than enough cash to buy your mother and I a small place up the coast. If we live close enough to a large enough city, your mother can continue teaching while I can retire but perhaps do a few projects I've always put off doing. And we won't be too far away to see our kids as often as we'd like."
"And this is your home as much as ours, and we went to keep it in the family," Mum added, "It will be yours, and then if you so wish, you can pass it onto your children."
Hanako and I shared a glance at that. "We know it's going to happen eventually, Mark," Dad said, "She is technically your half-sister, but she's just your sister, and we know the risks, as I'm sure you do too. But I have no doubt that, when you do start a family, everything will be fine."
I scratched my head, not sure what to say. "I mean, I did have plans to start looking for our own place, but if this is what you want."
"Hanako still has a few years left studying while you will resume work eventually. But there is no mortgage to pay, just all the other bills and taxes, so that's one thing. You know the area; you know the city. And your mother and I will happily pass this on to our children and spend our last decades somewhere peaceful, away from the rat race."
"Is this just an idea for now or...?" I wondered.
"Your mother will finish out the school year while looking for schools up and down the coast that are looking for a teacher with her skills. That will decide where we move. I'm not bothered if we head north or south, just as long as it's somewhere a lot calmer than here."
"That gives you at least a few months."
"You will stay here," Mum said. It was practically an order. "And you two are in love. Don't hide it. As you father said, just temper it a little bit while in front of us. But affection you no doubt share is a not a problem."
"Of course, Mum," I said.
Mum was a marvel in the kitchen. She could cook Japanese food as well as any chef, but she could also cook something like a roast and it was better than anything any other mother I knew could serve up. The meat was always succulent, the potatoes fluffy inside, golden outside, cooked to perfection, the vegetables always crunchy, tasty and delicious. The reward for Mum's excellent roast dinner? A great big hug from her son and an enormous kiss on her cheek. Then she'd smack my butt and tell me to scoot.
Dad was in bed early, left feeling tired by the end of the day, Mum remaining up with us for a couple more hours at least before she needed sleep too. Hanako and I followed that example as she had classes on Monday morning, a quick shower together before heading to bed. As soon as we were under the blankets, my sister had me on my back, shaking off the blankets so she could mount me once it took all of three seconds for me to be hard as steel.
"Yes," she hissed as she slowly lowered herself down.
"Can't get enough, can you?"
"My mind wanders all day, Mark. You're quite the distraction. A good one." She started to slowly ride me, leaning down to my ear. "Definitely going to keep wearing panties so they get all wet for you."
"Only come inside once they're off. The thought of you walking around the house without anything on..."
"Might have to buy more dresses and skirts for you. Anything you would like?"
"This might sound weird but..."
"School uniform?" I nodded, feeling a blush form. "White blouse, checkered skirt, knee high white sock and black shoes?" I nodded again. "I'm 22, Mark, and I was still at school when 18, so it's not a problem, definitely not weird. As I said, I wanted you to take my virginity then just nail me all the time after that. So, yes, I think I can definitely wear that for you." She smirked. "Pigtails?"
"Ponytail, so I could pull on it while slamming you from behind."
Her breathing was now growing irregular, slowly turning herself on as she no doubt thought of all the ways she could please me in return. "Fuck me from behind?" she moaned softly.
"God yes, pulling your ponytail, giving that beautiful arse of yours a slap."
"What about... in my arse?"
I ran my hands around to her cheeks, pulling them gently apart as I just touched her puckered little hole. "You mean there?" I whispered.
Resting a hand on my chest, she was now really driving herself down on my cock. I could feel an orgasm approaching, but I wanted to watch my sister cum, and I knew she was going to cum hard. "I've never done that. Never thought about it until you, Mark. As soon as we made love, I thought of all the things we could try together."
"Need to put a baby in you too."
She opened her eyes, seeing them shimmer in the light of the lamp nearby. "I want it now... but I can't stop studying. Not yet."
"We have all the time in the world, sweetie."
Her body shuddered more than once, feeling her pussy squeezing my cock, knowing she was close but not wanting to orgasm just yet. Her breathing was now erratic, trying to catch her breath. Her thighs were trying to squeeze my body. She was loving just the light tickling of her arsehole.
We stopped talking for now, my sister leaning forward, adjusting our legs, but it wasn't really necessary, as the orgasm hit her big time. Our parents would have heard her as I think she forget we were home, thrusting into her for all of thirty seconds more before I filled her pussy yet again. My groan wasn't particularly quiet either, and once we'd caught our breath and looked at each other, we burst into laughter together. "Oops," she whispered, resting on my chest.
"They won't mind. They were young and in love once themselves."
Caressing her spine, I felt her relax, my cock still resting inside her, before she asked, "So you want to fuck my tight little butt, Mark?"
"Honestly? Yes. Yes, I do."
"Have you done it before?"
"Well, yeah. There was this one woman I met who only wanted that. She was... different. Rest assured, I'll be as gentle as I can, and if at any time you don't enjoy it..."
"Mark, I'm willing to try nearly anything with you. Trust me on that one."
Well, that was something else for us to think about. Sliding off my lap, we wiped ourselves up as best as we could before snuggling together. Mum couldn't help smiling at us the next morning as we nibbled at breakfast. I knew why immediately. "Sorry, Mum," I said, feeling myself blush.
"Hush, you were in your room. It's fine. Your father actually found it rather amusing."
"Well, that's better than the alternative, I guess."
Hanako noticed the smile as well, put two and two together, and looked very embarrassed next to me, Mum assuring her it was natural and that she shouldn't be ashamed. Then she said something that made us both laugh. "I'm waiting for your father to get the green light so we can make love again," she admitted.
I slapped the table, laughing away. "Go get him, Mum!"
"I am fifty, not dead. And, thankfully, nor is he."
I was now driving my sister to and from university every day as it was something to do, getting me out of the house for at least an hour or so each morning and afternoon. She'd get in the car each afternoon, soon filling me in with what she'd learned during the day, most of it incomprehensible to me, but she loved what she was studying, and her enthusiasm was infectious.
But one afternoon during that next week, she did not get in the car and chew my ear off. She sat next to me silently. Definitely angry. Quite obviously upset. I asked a couple of times what was wrong. She shook her head each time, but wiped her eyes. I almost stopped the car, hating to see my little sister upset. At moments like that, I was her big brother, wanting to see that adorable smile.
It was only when we got home, and she'd disappeared into her room that I finally found out. She'd closed her bedroom door, but I could hear her crying behind it. Opening it, she was trying to study but failing, and as soon as she saw me, she practically fell into my arms. "What's wrong?"
She told me, word for word what she was called, and my blood absolutely boiled. I told Mum and Dad, and they could see the fury. "Careful, son. It's not the first time, unfortunately won't be the last. There are still a lot of narrow-minded fuckwits in this country. You won't remember the abuse your mother and I copped because I happened to fall in love with a sweet Asian woman."
"I won't let this stand, Dad. Not if it causes my little sister to come home in floods of tears, almost fearing returning the next day."
"What will you do?"
I smiled, and it would not have been pleasant. "Let's just say that, having lived in a certain part of the world, I made friends in particular places, and leaned how to defend myself if shit hit the fan. I can either handle a couple of weapons, but most of the focus was unhanded. I've kept up the practice since I left. Couple of clubs I might be able to join, though I worry about actually hurting people."
Dad met my eyes and nodded. "You might face arrest, be charged. Sure you want that?"
"I'll be safe, but look at my sister and tell me it's not deserved."
He looked at my sister, sobbing in my arms. I'd rarely seen her this upset, but unfortunately, this wasn't the first time. There were still some utter pricks in our society. The fact it happened at her university was the surprise. I thought students were meant to be better than that? "Make them apologise, son."
I drove my sister to university the next day. She was outwardly calm, holding my hand the entire way. Pulling into the student car park, she actually knew the three of them. They were third year students, known for being complete and utter bastards. Unfortunately, nothing could stick against them, so it seemed like they were going to graduate.
Waiting on the path that led towards the entrance of the main building, I stood with my sister near the door until she pointed the three of them out. I smiled to myself as they looked nothing special, standing up in my jeans and black shirt, ensuring it was tight so it showed off the definition I'd managed to keep. Strolling towards them with Hanako by my side, they glanced our way and one of them smirked.
"Which one of you is Matt?" I asked.
"Who the fuck's asking?" the middle one asked. Probably the 'alpha' of the group.
"Are you Matt?" I asked, meeting his eyes. I just kept my eyes on him until I forced him to look away. "Hanako here tells me you're a racist piece of shit, as are your friends. Is she telling the truth, Matt? Shall I repeat what you called her yesterday?"
He snorted. "She's a fuckin' Jap. Who fuckin' cares..."
He didn't finish his sentence as the palm of my right hand slammed into his nose. I heard the cracking and breaking of cartilage, barely noticing him stumble onto the ground as I had my elbow up, slamming into the face of the one to my right, who was rearing back to swing, before putting a fist into the one to the left, who had his fist raised, ready to strike in return. A knee in the face followed, before turning and putting my boot into the body of the one I'd elbowed.
Both I knew were no longer a problem, taking Matt by his hair and lifting him up, then grabbing his arm and holding it in a way that I could both dislocate his shoulder and snap his elbow. He roared with pain before I kicked the back of his knee, putting him back on the ground. "Thank you, Saudi Special Forces and the US Army," I chuckled, "Now, what you are going to do in front of all these people," glancing around to see a small crowd forming, "Is apologise to Hanako-chan for what you called her and for being a racist piece of shit to no doubt many of the people around us."
"Fuck you, man. I'm going to press..."
I put further pressure on his arm, causing him to cry out. I figured the pain might end up causing him to pass out. "You won't be pressing anything. I don't have time for racists. Heard it too often growing up. The fact you will racially abuse her, though. I think it's about time someone proved you were nothing but a pathetic little man. So, apologise, or lose full use of your arm for the rest of your life. I have no doubt this is the one you use to stroke your pathetic little dick."
He took a few deep breaths. "S-s-s-sorry, Hanako."
"Sorry for what?" I asked, "Word for word, apologise for what you called her and what you said."
"S-s-sorry for calling you a slanty-eyed Jap whore." I heard the gasps from around the crowd. Hanako wiped her eyes. I knew hearing it again would hurt. "Sorry for saying you don't belong in this country, that they should kick all you nips out, following by all the other gooks and wogs." The small crowd had grown, and could hear every word. Universities were full of good people, willing to learn, generally with liberal, open-minded attitudes. They were going to be persona non grata after this. Once the heads of the university heard, they'd likely be chucked out.
"Anything else? How about apologising to everyone around here for being a racist piece of shit?"
I gripped his hair tighter. "Yes, yes! Sorry for being a racist piece of shit. I should be better than that. We all should be! Can you let go of my arm now?"
Part of me wanted to snap his entire arm into small little pieces, but I'd done what I needed to do. "Do you accept his apology, Hanako-chan?" I asked in Japanese, feeling plenty of eyes stare at me at using the language.
She gazed at me in a slight daze. "I accept the apology, Marko-san," she replied in the same language.
I leaned down to Matt's ear. "Rest assured, if I hear of you or anyone else around here abusing Hanako again, I will come back and finish the job. I just finished five years in Saudi on the edge of a fucking warzone. You do not want to fuck with me." He didn't need to know I'd worked in the oil industry, let him think I was a fucking nutter from the army or something.
Letting him go, he fell onto his side, walking towards Hanako, taking her in my arms. I felt her arms wrap around me tightly as I glanced around. "Okay, folks. Show's over. And can someone ensure these three arseholes are dealt with please?"
I escorted Hanako all the way to her lecture hall. Word must have passed quickly as more than a few people stopped and stared as I walked by with her on my arm. Stopping at the door leading inside, she kissed my cheek. "I love you even more now," she whispered.
"Did I do the right thing?" I wondered.
"Yes. Fuckwits like that deserve it. Thankfully, they are the exception, not the norm. Whatever the case, he would have learned his lesson. Hopefully."
"I'll be back to pick you up this afternoon."
I'd only taken six steps out of the building before being stopped by the police. Thankfully, there was a large group of students still outside, and they practically closed ranks around me once I appeared. I thanked them but assured all of them that the police would treat the incident objectively and me fairly. Asking me to join them in one of their patrol cars, I answered a number of questions and was honest with them about the incident that led to the fracas outside.
Surprisingly, I was let out after answering their questions. The two coppers seemed to be grinning slightly. "From what we've already learned, they won't be willing to press charges. There's a good chance those young men have not only learned their lesson, but might find their previous attitudes will cost them dearly."
"I would give my honest opinion, but I'm currently in uniform," the other copper stated.
"I did the right thing?" I received shrugs but their faces suggested what they really thought.
"Where'd you learn that? From what we were told, you were lightning quick."
"Saudi Arabia. Worked in the oil industry. Some of us decided to undergo a little training in the event shit hit the fan. A little training turned into all sorts of other things."
They both nodded, understanding what I meant. "Okay, so this will obviously go in the file, and there is a chance they might change their mind."
"If they do, so be it."
They shook my hand, thanked me for my co-operation, and I wandered back to my car. I was stopped more than once by a student or two who actually thanked me for taking care of them. Apparently Hanako wasn't the first to be abused, but apparently they'd intimidated anyone who wanted to report them.
It was only getting behind the wheel that I noticed my hands were shaking, the comedown after the boost of adrenaline. I noticed my knuckles and palm covered in a bit of blood, so headed back to the building to wash my hands. Only after that did I finally drive home.
I told Dad what happened. To say the old man approved would be an understatement. He demanded we sit there and I drink beer while I went through it, second by second. "So my son can fight?" he wondered.
"That's the first time I've ever raised a fist in anger as an adult, Dad. I was always far too old to go intimidating anyone who bothered Hanako at school."
"Ah, you've forgotten then. I remember when you were seventeen, and she was being teased at school. You went around to one of the parents houses and practically threatened to beat them all up if they didn't stop. Receiving a call from them in return had me roaring with laughter, and your mother ever so proud of you standing up for your sister."
"I don't remember that."
"You were fairly het up, Mark. Never seen you so angry. You see Hanako cry, oof, I pity the poor bastard responsible. You've always looked out for her, protected her. I see nothing has changed there."
"It was the racism, Dad. That's what really pissed me off. It's the twenty-first century. Surely we should be beyond that shit now? I'm no bleeding heart lib, but at the end of the day, we're all human."
He sighed. "I know exactly what you mean. Noriko... it was worse when she arrived here with her parents, and as I said, when we married. Trust me, son, things are a hell of a lot better now than they were then."
Picking Hanako up later that afternoon, there was practically a small crowd around her as she walked towards the car. She looked a little embarrassed as she stopped next to me. "University newspaper. They want to know who you are," she whispered.
"Mystery stranger?"
"Most don't actually know who you are."
"Hmmm. Best I be honest. Could bite our arse otherwise."
I introduced myself as her brother, explained why I involved myself, how I managed to take the three of them down myself, the name of the position I had Matt in where I could have snapped his arm into two pieces and ruined his shoulder, and what I had been doing for the past few years. I won't say there was a collective swoon from the women, and even a few of the men, but the fact I said I was her brother certainly inflamed interest.
Getting behind the wheel, my sister was thankfully laughing away by the time we were on the main road home. "They're going to bother me for your phone number intensely going forward. Millions of questions about my brother."
"Just say I'm in a relationship with a beautiful young woman."
She sighed, taking my hand. "This is one of those 'it sucks we can't tell anyone' moments."
"I'd have loved to tell them just then but we can't take that chance."
Mum heard all about it from my Dad, so by the time we got home, Mum told us to get changed as she was treating me to dinner, while Hanako needed cheering up as well. Dad was capable of going out, at least, though I did help him to and from the car, then to and from the restaurant. He was still a little weak but he was still getting better with every week.
Returning home, Mum gave me a very long hug before she went to bed, gazing at me with unabashed pride. She might not approve of violence, but she simply said I'd protected my sister and that's the only thing that mattered. Dad just shook my hand and said he was proud, no matter what.
My sister was waiting for me in our bedroom, sitting in blue lingerie, stockings and heels. Her face lit up once I closed the door, pushing me back against it before she dropped to her knees. She was eager to get my cock out, my trousers and underwear quickly falling to the floor as her tongue licked up and down my shaft.
"Now you are my prince," she said, smiling up at me, "My knight in shining armour."
"I didn't scare you, did I?" I asked softly.
"No. You heard what they said to me, Mark. I think you were remarkably restrained. I know what you're like when it comes to me."
"You're my little sister, now my lover and girlfriend, and you will soon wear a wedding ring."
"I can't wait. Now, you just stand there while I suck this big, fat dick. And every drop of your cum is going down my throat."
"Where has that little girl gone that I so fondly remember?"
"She's now a young woman and deeply in love with her brother."
Ever so slowly, she took more and more of my length in her mouth, her brown eyes always looking up into mine, looking delighted to be pleasing me in such a way. Caressing her face, running my fingers through her jet black hair, her head moved slowly as she was definitely teasing me, drawing out the blowjob, no doubt trying to edge me for as long as possible.
I had to put my head back against the door and groan. One hand gentle caressed and fondled my balls, the other squeezing one of my butt cheeks. I did wonder if she'd even slide a cheeky finger up my butt. Had it happen more than once with a previous lover. Wasn't too bad. But the hand remained where it was, just gently squeezing, her head moving quicker as she stopped teasing and urged me on.
I tried not to my hips too much, though eventually straightened as I felt my orgasm approaching. She could sense it, no doubt my desire to cum appearing in my eyes. That made her even more determined, feeling her nose bump into my body, and that made her stop. "I did it!" she exclaimed, before immediately resuming her blowjob.
Groaning softly, trying to keep the noise down, that was her only warning before I erupted in her mouth. I heard her gulping each spurt down immediately, refusing to stop sucking my cock until I simply had nothing left to give, her tongue licking me up and down before sitting back on her knees, smiling up at me.
Helping her up, I hugged her, stroking the back of her head. "Well, that was something else, Hana," I murmured.
She took my hand and led me to the bed, surprised when she positioned herself on her knees, lowering her head to rest on a pillow. Getting up and behind her, she had an absolutely perfect butt, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze, and the hair between her legs was still maintained, but the hair she kept was getting longer. It was something I had seen elsewhere. Fondling her pussy, she was absolutely dripping wet, sliding a couple of fingers inside her, hearing her moan softly.
"Just fuck me," she whimpered.
While I would have happily eaten her out for hours, she told me what she wanted, so my little sister was going to get it. Sliding my cock inside her, gently as always, she surprised me when holding her hands back, folding her arms so they rested on her back, easily holding them with one hand as I slowly thrust into her. She felt even tighter from this angle.
"Fuck, your pussy is just fantastic, Hana," I whispered.
"Cock feels enormous, Mark!" she whispered back, "But go faster, Mark. Faster. I want it..."
I moved my hips faster, looking down to see my cock disappear inside her tight pussy. She was so tight, she had what some men called 'lips that grip'. When I really started to pound her, we both made plenty of noise, moans, groans, whimpers of desire from my sister, letting go of her hands so she could fondle herself to orgasm.
Leaning forward, resting on my forearms to either side of her body, I kissed her cheek and started to really drive into her. Her eyes lit up as she glanced back at me. "Now this is how you fuck your little sister's tight pussy," she cried.
My one and only desire in that moment was to fuck her hard then fill her up, hopefully after she'd enjoyed an orgasm of her own. I kissed her cheek again before growling into her ear, hearing her giggle as she knew how turned on I was with that simple noise. I could feel her pussy starting to squeeze me, her shoulder movements vigorous. "Cum for me, little sister," I ordered. Her eyes again lit up at my tone, watching her mouth open as she didn't move her eyes from mine. "Cum, little sister. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock like a vice. Then I'll fill you up nicely."
"Oh my god," she said quickly a few seconds later, "Keep going, keep going," she cried though I could feel the orgasm tear through her body. She gripped me so tightly, I did worry about hurting her, but I kept going, just like she wanted. She was still fondling herself, I was still pounding her, quite hard by now, that her second one pretty much followed her first. That's what did me in, growling as I felt a surge of cum fire from my cock and fill her up. It felt so large, I'm surprised it didn't just drain out of her face considering the angle she was at.
Kissing her cheek, I sat back and lifted her to sit back against me, now easily able to kiss her properly as I ran my fingers down to her clit. I made her orgasm a third time before she had to cry enough, though she happily sat on my lap, cock still inside her, until we needed to clean up, pee, then go to bed.
Snuggling into me, her hand caressing my chest as always, my arm wrapped around her, trailing up and down her side, her smooth skin still a marvel, I think we both sighed with contentment. The sex was wonderful, but just lying with her like that made me happy. After ten years of sleeping by myself nearly the entire time, it was simply nice to have company, but the fact it was her made it even better.
"Mark, when you were little, were you teased because Mum was... foreign?"
"Yeah, I was."
She sighed. "Things never change, it seems."
"One minor difference, I think. Little kids are little kids. They don't know any better yet, not when they're that young, so that's the best time to teach them. But kids don't come out of the womb hating other people if you're black, Asian, Jewish, whatever. That shit is learned at home, in society, from what they read or watch, or they want to be 'cool' with their friends. Yeah, I copped shit because my mother was Asian, but all it took was one or two smacked lips for kids to know better."
"I guess being raised in this household helped you."
"Probably. But I liked telling people that Mum was from elsewhere, talking about where she was from, the different traditions and culture. When I'd whip out the fluent Japanese, my teachers were always impressed. Know that photo I took with me?" She nodded. "Told everyone about my little sister. Everyone thought you were adorable."
"Were you lonely?" she asked softly.
"At the mine? Nah, not really. Surrounded by blokes nearly the entire time. Made some good friends, kept in touch with a few. In Saudi? Absolutely. I was one of maybe three, four single men there. Couldn't really leave the compound without bodyguards. Dating is just a no-no unless you meet a single woman who is a foreigner, which is as rare as Hayley's comet passing by. That's why I was always desperate to get to Europe. Wasn't a long flight, took a week every so often, chilled out, drank way too much, ate as much as I could, and found some company. Honestly, I'm glad I came home, Hana. Being here with you right this second? This is priceless."
I rolled onto my side, Hanako turning so I could cuddle her back against me. "I always wanted this, just to feel your arms hold me as I slept. But then I find myself remembering when you'd read to me in bed when I was a kid, before I'd go to sleep, you'd kiss my forehead and turn out my life, always whispering 'I love you' before closing the door, and then I'd feel a little weird for a few seconds, but you were just being the big brother I always loved."
"I came home to be greeted by a beautiful woman, Hanako-chan. You're still my little sister, but now you're the woman I'm hopelessly in love with. I just wonder what would have happened had I stayed."
"You'd have been fucking me for a lot longer," she said, giggling away, "Mum always knew how I felt, even when I had boyfriends. Think I mentioned you at least once a day." I gave her a squeeze. "I missed you so much."
"Never leaving again," I whispered into her ear, "Forever, Hanako. Now and forever."
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Epilogue
Early spring slowly bloomed into the warmth one expects and, soon enough, summer arrives and the holiday season. Hanako and I were now inseparable. I put off returning to work until the new year, as I had plenty of time owing, and was even tempted not to bother. I could easily survive off my investments and dividends, and simply focus on something I'd enjoy doing for a living.
My face and car was now well known at her university, and I'm fairly sure plenty of women were friendly with Hanako in the hopes of getting to know me. Apparently telling them I wasn't available didn't deter some of them. I'd always greet her with a hug and kiss on the cheek. It was the most I could do as her brother in front of anyone else, always stopping five minutes away so we could at least kiss properly. Most of the time, she'd slide off her panties, which were already wet, giving them to me for my own enjoyment.
As for the three dickheads I dealt with, Matt was thrown out due to being a racist... well, dickhead. That wasn't the official judgement, but he was told his presence was no longer welcomed. The other two remained but were on thin ice. The slightest indiscretion would see them thrown out as well. Never heard from the police again, so that put my own mind at ease.
Dad was soon fit and healthy, looking forward to moving away from the city to live the rest of his life in relative peace and comfort. Mum was on the verge of finishing for the year, and had found a job up the coast at a small school, teaching languages while also filling in other departments, including maths. Like mother, like daughter when it came to things like that. They travelled north for around a month before finding a place they liked, purchasing it immediately and already with big plans in mind. Dad was in the process of selling his business, looking a high six-figure to low seven-figure sum. In the meantime, the possession of the house was being transferred into the names of my sister and I.
The warmer weather meant more time by the pool outside or at the beach. And that meant my sister in a bikini. There isn't a finer sight that my little sister, fantastic set of tits, pert little butt, flat stomach, longer legs than you'd think, lying back on a sun-lounge, enjoying the sun as her older brother just ogled her until he needed to take a dip. If we wanted a day at the beach, I'd generally drive us a couple of ours out of the city, looking for somewhere a little private. If we found the right beach, we would certainly partake in a little hanky-panky. Having my sister naked on top of me, riding my cock, for all the world to see was certainly quite the thrill. She loved it too, stating on the way home that she enjoyed a rather powerful orgasm each time we did it.
Aware it was going to be my first Christmas at home in a decade, and the first one with Hanako since declaring our love for each other, I knew there was only one thing I could do. We could never officially marry. I just couldn't think of a way unless we did something incredibly convoluted, that might just blow up in our faces anyway. We'd discussed it more than once and agreed, albeit with heavy hearts, that it would never have the certificate stating we were legally married.
So I went ring shopping. I'd figured out what she would like as I hadn't been subtle in asking her. She knew it was coming but perhaps wondered when. Birthday? Valentine's? Christmas? New Year? My birthday? I did take some enjoyment in keeping her guessing. I took my time buying the perfect ring, finding it only a few days before Christmas. I'd bought her other small presents. I'd bought Dad a ride-on mower for their new house, as the backyard was enormous, while Mum was getting a gorgeous new kimono I'd found online, direct from Japan. It would come with a few other things that would remind her of her homeland.
Christmas Day broke with Hanako and I making love. No doubt our parents knew, so they left us alone until we were ready to join them. I'd never tire of watching my little sister bouncing up and down on my cock, holding both my hands for balance, moaning and whimpering her way through one orgasm after another. The utter joy on her face, the lust in her eyes, the way her body moved... The day I'd stop enjoying that would be the one I dropped dead.
After a quick breakfast, it was time for breakfast. Dad already had his present from me as he'd already mowed the lawn. Mum adored her new kimono and the little surprises I'd put in the box with it, just little things she could put around their new house. Hanako had opened up all her presents from me but I could see a slight look of disappointment on her face. I knew why...
Until I sat on a knee in front of her and took the box from my pocket. I heard Mum choke back a sob behind me as I opened it, showing my sister the ring I'd bought. "I figured doing this in front of our parents would mean something to both of us," I whispered, "I know how much it hurts that it will never be more than this, but this ring is a symbol of my love for you, Hanako-chan. In our hearts and minds, we're already wed."
I took the ring and slid it easily on her finger, before showing that I'd hidden a ring, so she could put one on mine. Kissing her softly, she couldn't stop the tears that felt down her cheeks, only breaking apart when I heard a cork bottle pop, turning to see my father approaching with champagne flutes and a large bottle. "You knew?" I asked him.
"Please, Mark, we knew the exact day you walked in with that ring because of the bloody smile on your face."
"We figured it would be a day like this," Mum added, "Because you can only do it in front of us." Our parents hugged us both, wishing us a lifetime of happiness, before Mum added, "And I assume there will be children?"
My sister and I shared a glance. "Definitely, Mum," she replied.
Mum and Dad moved up north in the January the next year, taking most of the furniture with them, so we could purchase our own and help the house feel a little more like our own rather than our parents. Within a few months, we'd painted and decorated, moved into the larger bedroom, buying a new mattress and furniture for our new room, fixed the bathroom and kitchen, and probably added a lot of value to the house.
Once Hanako obtained her doctorate, we were immediately trying to put a bun in her oven. We might not have been married, but luck was on our side. She must have fallen pregnant with a few weeks of going off the pill, though we were at it like rabbits. If we had a spare five minutes, we were fucking. Every night we made love for what felt like hours. Weekends sometimes saw us rarely leaving the bedroom. Once confirmed she was, Mum was almost a near constant visitor, fussing over her daughter, Dad dragged along to provide me a brief escape.
The pregnancy went as smoothly as we could have hoped for. When the time came, we agreed to know the sex of the child, and even if I had to wipe my eyes when learning we'd be having a little girl. Otherwise, Hanako practically glowed the entire time, and her libido went through the roof at times. I'd come in from work, having found a job that interested me, but wasn't too demanding on my time, to be almost leapt upon by a tiny but very horny and pregnant woman, demanding I fuck her.
Let's just say every single room in the house was christened more than once after our parents had moved out.
Our little girl was christened Sakiya, which means 'cherry blossom growing' in Japanese. Honestly, we'd spent weeks looking into the right name for our child, but as soon as Hanako held our daughter in her arms, she just knew the right name. Mum and Dad were outside, positively bursting to see their grand-daughter. As soon as Mum held her for the first time, that was it. Our daughter had four people who would move heaven and earth for her.
Sakiya was not our first child. We ended up having four children within five years, and that's when it was decided that I would remain at home to be with my family while Hanako would return to work, as she'd spent years earning her doctorate. We had two other daughters after Sakiya, Yumi which simply means 'beauty', and Erity, meaning 'one who's special'. We both wanted a son, so tried one last time and I'll admit we did cross our fingers during the ultrasound that would give us the sex.
Hanako gave birth to our only little boy that we named Ken, which can be both an English and Japanese name, but in the latter, means 'healthy and strong'. He would grow up to live up to his name.
I thoroughly enjoyed playing the role of house-husband once Hanako returned to work. Once the kids were all old enough for school, I'd spend the day looking after the house, while also playing the stocks, as my investments were paying off, and the wage Hanako was making as a professor of history at university was simply spending money for us in the end. Our lives were incredibly comfortable.
No-one has ever discovered the truth of our relationship. Any neighbours I might have known disappeared by the time I returned, so I was just the man who had moved in with Hanako and her parents, we now owned the house and started our own family. We were Mark and Hanako Taylor whenever we went out, no-one thought we were anything but a married couple with four children. I think her friends might have suspected something going on between us, particularly once the children started to arrive and she was still 'single', but I think even if we'd been honest, they'd have been happy for us.
As for Hanako and I, our relationship just got better and better. Mum and Dad would come down often to watch the kids so we had a break. That's when I'd treat my sister-wife to a couple of nights in a hotel, and I did finally get her across to Europe once the kids were old enough not to run our parents ragged, treating her to a whirlwind trip across a month of all my favourite cities, and the places she was desperate to go. We took the kids to Japan once they were old enough to know about where their grandmother had come from, and Hanako still found it amusing that I surprised people with my near perfect and fluent Japanese.
Clapping my hands, I switched off the television. "Okay, kids, time for bed." There was a lot of moaning before I just stood in front of them, hands on hips, eyebrow raised. They were good kids, falling silent, all of them wanting a cuddle from their father, wandering into our bedroom where Hanako was happily lying back, reading a book. I heard them all wish her goodnight before they headed to their own rooms. With four kids, we'd spent quite a bit of cash building an extension so there were now five bedrooms. Hearing all their doors close, I wandered back to our own room. Closing the door, Hanako threw back the sheets to reveal her still perfect nude body. Breasts were a little larger after four pregnancies, and there were minor marks, which I found appealing, womanly, but she kept that patch of hair above her pussy that I just adored, the rest of her groin area shaved.
I threw off my clothes and almost jumped on her, a soft kiss on her lips before sliding my cock inside her, loving the smile that appeared on her face. "I do believe I'm inside the pussy of my little sister," I whispered.
"At least you're shooting blanks now, big brother." Obviously, I'd had the old snip-snip after child number four. "So you can cum in me as much as you want."
She shuffled beneath me to get comfortable, her fingers moving through my still thick but greying hair. As for my sister, you'd think she'd barely aged a day from that young woman I'd seen at the airport. She gasped as I gently picked up the pace of my thrusts. "Someone's eager," she said, giggling away.
"We need another weekend away."
"We'll send them to our parents once the holidays hit, then we'll just spend a week fucking each other's brains out."
My sister ended up riding me as always. I still wanted to see that sight at least once a day, and despite everything, the only time we didn't have sex was after she'd given birth. Once she was capable of having sex again, we were at it like rabbits whenever possible. That night, she rode me nice and slow, letting the orgasm slowly but surely build to a crescendo. My hands were everywhere, grabbing her arse, caressing her breasts, face or running my fingers through her jet-black hair. Still natural, no colouring just yet.
"Mark," she moaned, mesmerised by the sight of my cock disappearing inside her.
"Close?" She made an affirmative noise. "Going to cum because of your brother's big cock?"
She smiled, eyes still closed. "Well, he definitely still loves his little sister's incredibly tight pussy."
"He certainly fucking does, Hanako-chan."
As soon as her orgasm hit, she leaned forward and begged me to fuck her hard. I lasted two minutes, max, kissing her deeply as my own orgasm hit, groaning as I unloaded inside my sister for the umpteenth time. Then we relaxed, my sister relaxing on my chest as she was clearly tired. Cuddling her with one arm, stroking her back with the other, she lifted her head to kiss me.
"How long?" she asked.
"Now," I whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. "And forever."
I kept my promise. I never left her again.
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A/N -- Hope you enjoyed it. Just a couple of things. I've never worked in the mines or in the oil industry. Though I did a little research for this story, it's obviously all made up, but it was merely a plot device in the end.
As for the racism incident, I'm more than old enough to remember what life was like in the 80s and 90s. Life wasn't easy for anyone at times, but for recent migrants, sheesh... Also, things like the 'White Australia Policy' are one hundred percent true. A quick search of Wikipedia will provide a wealth of information if you're interested.
(Just think, read some erotica, enjoy yourself, then learn something after that.)