Cindy Cho's Secret

Fair warning. I am not a writer, there will probably be grammar issues.

If you want great description and deep backgrounds, This is probably not it.

Themes of raceplay, wmaf, ntr, taboo

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Jon Cho had retired early, at the age of 50, after a large software company absorb his company. They have been prying for the merger for years and Jon finally gave in, which included paying him out generously and included ownership stakes in the company.

Jon had worked hard, being an immigrant from China, working his way through college and opening up his own software company. He deserved it all, and now able to live without any worries, and travel. Which he and his wife, Sherry, would and could do now that their two kids, Peter and Cindy, were grown up.

Peter Cho, living in LA, where he was now working, drove up to pick his sister, Cindy Cho, up from Berkley, where she was attending their UC, and from there made their way towards The Bay Area, their home. Their mom and dad wanted them to clear out the home of anything we still wanted, they were going to sell it as soon as they got back from their trip.

The road trip gave Peter and Cindy some time to reminisce about the good old days. Peter is 24 years old, and Cindy 4 years younger at 20. They were pretty close.

They lived in a small town on the outskirts of San Francisco. Peter remember looking after her in high school as a senior year, she was a freshman. He made sure no douchebag white boy was going to take advantage of my little sister.

"Remember that white boy, Chris Anderson? We sure showed him not to mess with my little sis didn't we!" Peter said, chest pumped out. It was one of the proudest big brother moment he remembered.

"Yeah... I remember." Cindy said with a pause. She had a small smile on. From Peter's vantage point seemed like she enjoyed that memory.

"He was a racist little bastard." Peter said. There was disdain in his tone.

"He wasn't all that bad Pete. Maybe you're over exaggerating a bit." Cindy nervously laughed.

"What are talking about Cindy? That guy was a dick!"

"He wasn't THAT bad Pete!" Cindy shaking her head.

"He wasn't that bad? Yes he was! Even before you got to high school, he always picked on the Asian kids. Shoving and calling us racial names! We needed to stick together."

"All I am saying is, Chris was never mean to me." Cindy said, thinking, "Don't group me in with your Asian clique."

"What! First day of school, he wrapped his arms around you and acted like you belonged to him. If I wasn't there..." Peter paused grinding his teeth at the thought, "If I wasn't there he would've.."

"Pete, could we stop talking about this!" Cindy interrupted.

"But he..."

"Pete!" Cindy said firmly, putting a stop to that conversation.

The rest of the trip was quiet.

Finally, Cindy and Pete was at the house they grew up. Mom and dad had already cleaned out mostly everything in the house; the only thing left was their rooms. Cindy took a quick glance at her room, it just how she left it,

Her phone pinged, she took a quick glance at it and asked Peter for the car keys. She was going to meet a friend while she was in town, she said.

She left instantly and Peter boxed all the things he wanted to keep, trophies, plaques, posters, and other emotional items. All in all it fit in one box. He roamed through the house remembering moments in each room.

About an hour later Cindy returned and went to her room to begin packing things. There she found Peter there sitting on her bed, staring at a photo.

"Cindy? What is this?" Peter asked enthusiastically waving the photo around. It was of Cindy and Chris,. Chris over the back of Cindy, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her cheeks.

"Pete! I really don't want to get into this again."

"Did you guys date?" Peter not letting this go.

"We dated for a short while. That's it." Cindy said, hoping that would be it.

"You dated this racist white boy?"

"Yes! I dated that racist white boy! You happy! Is that what you want to hear!"

"No! Why would you date this guy?"

"Peter stop it! Please." Cindy had enough of her brother's ignorance.

"How long was this?" Cindy refused to reply as he kept on his interrogation. Instead continued packing, ignoring him until he stopped, something she learned early on and to just let him vent. He clearly wasn't gonna let this go.

Finally Peter came to a natural stop, albeit angry, after getting no reply from Cindy. He cooled off after leaving the room and packing some stuff into his car.

"There. Done. Could you help bring these boxes to the car Pete." Cindy said. Every was at ease and normal again.

"Yeah." Peter said grabbing a box.

They took one last look around the house reminiscing on good times.

"Remember when you fell down those stairs on your birthday!" Cindy said laughing. "You were so excited for your cake!"

Peter smiled with a small chuckle, "Remember when dad pushed you into your cake on your 12th birthday."

"It took forever to get the cake and stickiness out of my hair." Cindy said, both laughing.

They continued sharing old stories of their childhood, until they finally shut off the lights and locked the door.

They checked to make sure they had everything in the car, and took one last look at the home.

"Here, I will drive to Berkeley so you could rest and be good to drive the rest of the way." Cindy said keeping his keys.

"Yeah that sounds good." Peter agreed.

Cindy started up the car and they were on their way.

Shortly after going Peter just couldn't let everything be. That Chris Anderson just kept itching his anger. "So. Did you keep the picture?"

"Damn Pete! Give it a rest! It's really annoying."

"Well... Did you?"

Just then they were hard stopped by some commotion in the road. Their things rattled in the back. They had barely gotten downtown.

This white guy was up right next to the driver side of a car, in the middle of the road, screaming at the driver. "Learn how to fucking drive!"

Then some Chinese yelling came out the car, back at him.

"What the fuck did you say! Speak English!"

Some more Chinese came out, yelling and drove off. Not before the white man was able to kick the side of the car and flipped them off as they sped away.

"This town... Still the same White trash town I see." Peter said, gloating almost.

The white man turned to Peter and Cindy and waved to them, mouthing "I'm sorry" Cindy smile, waving back, signalling it was all okay, and he carried on his way to a restaurant/bar to the side.

Cindy watched the big white man go on his way, Peter aggressively signalling the road was open and to go.

"I'm hungry!" Cindy suddenly said, quickly pulling in front of the restaurant. She shut off the engine, and quickly left, "I'll be back" and left inside the same restaurant and bar.

Peter waited in the car. Five minutes, it began to get stuffy, so he tried the windows. It was locked, so he opened the door half way.

10 minutes, still nothing yet. He leaned his seat all the way back so he way laying down.

20 minute, "What is taking so long?" he got out the car and entered the restaurant.

It was fairly empty. A couple at the bar drinking and watching the game. Some booths and tables occupied as they ate. The bar was shaped like a "U" with the bar in the the center.

He checked the right side, which was where most of the business was, but no sign of his kid sister anywhere. He double checked before leaving the area before moving to the left side.

The left side seemed like it was closed. Completely empty, but that was where the bathroom was. He moved closer towards the bathroom to check it and noticed a sort of strobing effect of sunlight and shade coming from an exit door. It was a window door and the blinds were half drawn.

"Cindy?" he said softly as he reached the bathroom, knocking. His eyes still on the door exit. "What the heck is that he thought?"

He turned to the bathroom door, "Cindy!" he said a little louder knocking.

He looked back at the exit door, curiosity made Peter moved closer to the exit door, at least he was gonna figure what was causing that. The murmurs in the bar became silent as he approached.

Then he saw a pair of bare thick white legs motioning back and forth, jeans pulled down below the knees, another pair of pale legs, thin, wrapped around him, he moved closer and to the side to reveal the full picture of him thrusting his hips into her. His big hand supporting her ass as he moved inches away and ramming back into her with force.

Peter could see the white man pulling at least six inches back and sliding back in. Every so often his cock slid out and rose along her stomach. His cock was thick and long. Fat shaft and narrowed towards the head of his meat. She would wrap her small hands around the shaft and place it back inside, begging for him.

Peter gulped. He could hear the slapping sounds muffled through the glass. He crouched down slowly to reveal his worst fear. It was Cindy! His kid sister in a way he's never imagined seeing her. Her fuck face. Her mouth slightly opened, brown eyes staring lustfully into the blue eyes of the man fucking her. This was the same man that was causing the commotion just recently. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

"No! No! No!" Peter said under his breath.

"Fuck me daddy!" he saw Cindy mouthed before kissing him, tongue and all. He did. Every thrust made the blinds shake ever so slightly.

"This is not happening. This can not be real." Peter said under his breath.

She mouthed, "I love your Big White Cocks!" it was clear as day to Peter. In his head, he could heard her say it with her own voice. Peter stumbled down and quickly back up, slowly returning back to leave.

"No. No. No." was all he had in his head. "This can't be real! Wake up! Wake up!" He got back to the car just waiting to wake up from this nightmare.

The nightmare never end, and Peter never woke. 15 minutes later Cindy came out of the restaurant, big smile on her face, looking golden, and fixing her hair as she made her way back to the car.

"Sorry Pete. They took a while on my order. Ready?" Cindy said as casual as her normal self. As though she was not just getting fucked minutes ago. There was no difference in her demeanor. She was the same old Cindy her brother knew.

Peter simply nodded. He came to the realization; he will not be waking up. He did not know what to say, or even how to bring it up. Instead he did what he always did with uncomfortable subjects, just buried it down and let it die.

It was a quiet drive. Nothing but the radio playing. Peter no longer had anything to say, nor did he want to bring anything up. Cindy welcomed the quiet drive and they continued all the back to Cindy's apartment in silence.

They got to Cindy's place in Berkley around 10 PM. It would take another 3 hours or so for Peter to get home.

"It's late Pete, want to just stay the night?" Cindy reluctantly offered once they reached her place. This out of the way kindness way of thinking was implanted in her young by her parent. "go out of your way to be nice"

"I should just head home." Peter replied. He knew he would feel uncomfortable after everything he's seen.

Being a good sister, "Come on Peter. It's already late." Cindy said, again her auto-kindness kicking in, refusing to give him the keys back. "Help bring that box in."

Peter was stuck. He reluctantly agreed to stay and helped bring in her stuff.

It was Peter's first time at Cindy's new place. First time seeing her in her own. The apartment looked normal. Very decorated and full. It smelled like girl, like perfume.

Out came Nikki, Cindy's roommate. Nikki was a dark skinned black girl, same age as Cindy. She had quite the body, like a volleyball player. Well toned legs, shown off in some "juicy" booty shorts, which showed off her firm booty. Her tits were big in a pink thin strapped tank top, squeezing her breasts together which showed off plenty cleavage.

"Welcome back Cindy! How was home?" Nikki said to Cindy.

Peter was in awe of Nikki. She was gorgeous, and made his decision to stay not such a bad idea.

"It was good reminiscing on good innocent days." she paused, "and met an old friend... or two." Cindy said with a slight giggle and a smile. Nikki raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile.

"Oh yeah. This is my brother Peter. Hope you don't mind. It's late and he is staying the night."

"Oh." Nikki said. Her finger to her lips as though she was thinking about it, unsure if she was really okay with it. "Of course it's okay!" Nikki said, really couldn't say no.

Nikki reached out to introduce herself properly to Peter. She looked straight into his eyes, standing even to Peter's 5 foot 7. "Hi Peter! I'm Nikki!"

"Nice to meet you!" Peter said shaking her hand. Still in awe of her. He could not help but take glimpse of that cleavage she offered, and her thick thighs and big ass.

Then a voice called out. " Is Cindy back!" And out of Nikki's room came a tall big white man. He looked to be at least ten years older than the two students, in his mid 30s.

He walked out buck naked. He had the physics of a linebacker, standing a little over 6 feet at around 250 Ibs. And the biggest cock Peter had ever seen. It was fat and soft swaying side to side as he approached.

"What the hell?" Peter thought to himself.

He gave Cindy a hug and kissed her straight on her lips and began making out, his big white cock pressed against her stomach.

He released from Cindy's lips, "Who's this dude?" He said looking back o Peter. He was still pressed on Cindy, his hand on her hips.

Nikki slapped her hand on her forehead and said underneath her breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear, "God damn it Rich!" She tried to keep a serious look, but could not help but smile, holding back laughter, at Rich's idiocy.

Cindy could feel herself getting wet as Rich's cock pressed against her in front of her brother. She could feel his heartbeat though his now throbbing cock getting harder and harder.

"That's Peter. Cindy's brother." Nikki said, her finger and thumb pressuring the bridge of her nose.

"Oh shit! Sorry man." he laughed, "Well this is awkward." Laughing at the situation. There was no lack of confidence with this man. He let go of Cindy and turned to Peter reaching out his hand, "Hello. I'm Rich."

Cindy and Nikki was both in shock, mouthing "Oh my god!" As soon as Rich let go of Cindy, his big fat white cock was fully hard, as a string of precum snapped off the cock's head, now pointing to the ceiling and swinging all around.

Peter was not sure what to do. He really didn't want to touch this man. He was tomato red in embarrassment and anger. He hated him from his first impressions. But not knowing the situation, stayed quiet and caused no trouble.

"Damn it Rich! Go put some clothes on!" Nikki said pulling him away to her room.

"Sorry about Rich, Peter." Nikki said apologetically to Peter. "He's an idiot." She joked to ease any tension. Peter nervously laughed with her.

Cindy look away from her brother, to hide her arousal, swallowing the build up of saliva.

Cindy turned back to her brother, "Is the sofa okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

Cindy went to a cabinet and pulled out a spare blanket and pillow for him. "It's late, better go sleep now." It was around 11 at this point.

"Yeah. Thanks." Peter said leaving it at that. He just wanted the day to be over at this point. He set the pillow down, laid down, wrapped himself in the blanket.

"Night." both the girls said and left to their respective rooms.

"Good night." Peter said as they left, turned the lights off, and shutting their doors behind them.

Peter found himself lying there in the dead of night in his sister's apartment. He reviewed his day, remembering the great times at his childhood home. Then remembered the disturbing situation with Cindy and the white guy. It literally hurt his heart, beating so fast. And the situation with Rich really struck a nerve in him.

Peter may seem like the strong type when it's just him and his sister but when others are around he is timid and shy. An all talk kind of guy.

About 15 minutes from laying down, he started hearing slapping sounds. The sound of flesh hitting flesh. Hips ramming into ass. The sound were unmistakable. These were the sounds of sex, female moans and male grunts.

"Cindy? Or Nikki?" Peter thought to himself repeatedly. "It had to be Nikki," he thought, "he went back to Nikki's room." He was confident in that, but after the day he had, he had serious doubts.

"Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me daddy!" Peter heard, happily confirming it was indeed Nikki. Peter felt relieved seeing that his dick was rock hard. Peter slowly and quietly unzipped his pants and released his dick, slowly stroking to the sounds of Nikki getting fucked.

"I love your big white cock Daddy! Ohhhhh! Fuck me!" Nikki screamed out with no care whether Peter or anyone heard or not. Peter loved hearing her. The "white cock" part didn't phase him. All he heard was the sound of a beautiful horny ebony girl.

"Oh yeah baby! I love your fat black ass!" Rich said accompanied with slaps. Most likely from him slapping her ass. They were distinct from the regular slaps of his hips and balls slapping against her ass.

The harder Rich fucked her, the faster Peter stroked. It shamed him jacking off at his sister's place, but he could not help it. It was so hot hearing them and his urges won over his common sense.

Rich kept fucking her hard and fast. "I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck Nikki! I'm gonna cum!" Peter heard.

"Yes! Yes! Yes Daddy Yes!" Nikki moaned, and soon after, some hard final thrusts, slapping against her ass accompanied by animalistic grunts! And then finally one last hips smashing into ass and loud relieving groan and there was silence.

Peter kept stroking ready to explode, imagining Nikki getting fucked, until he heard a door opened. It had only been a minute or so after Rich and Nikki had finished. Peter immediately stop and laid there frozen pretending to be asleep, eyes wondering around in the darkness.

"Cindy?" Peter thought letting go of his dick throbbing and on the edge of cumming.

"Nikki?" the thought brought a big smile on his face. Maybe he would get a turn too he. the thought excited him so much he began slowly stroking again making sure to make no sound. It took all his might not to rapidly beat his dick.

Eyes wide open in the dark, Peter saw a shadow creeping to the living room, moving towards the front door. She unlocked it, and Peter's heart raced up another level. Peter's head was turned to face the door making sure to make no noise.

The door open and the street lights shadowed a large man in the doorway. And lit up Cindy wearing only a pink bra and thong. Peter immediately let go of his dick and watched in silent holding in the thoughts racing through his head.

"Hi daddy!" She said. The tone of her voice sensual, as she grabbed his hands and led him in, closing the door behind him.

"Hey baby!" The man said. As he followed her in. Slapping her bare ass before wrapping his arms around her, lifting her up, and her legs wrapped around his lips.

She yelped as he lifted her up, and began kissing him after she settled on his waist. The sounds were wet and loud. He had a firm grip on Cindy's ass, making out, as they began to her room.

Peter was at a crossroad. Feeling angry and wanting to do something about the situation but his dick was unwantedly throbbing hard. It was silent for a while. Peter heard muffled talking and kissing and slurping. He had a pretty good idea of what was happening.

The a sudden slapping sound. And again and again in rhythm and consistent. Cindy was moaning loudly and speaking obscene words Peter never wanted to hear from her sister, especially in this context. This time he heard all the "Big White" and racy words and only made him angry inside.