Saturday Night.
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"Hey! Wake up..." I whispered, gently nudging Keiko, who had fallen asleep with her head in my lap, suckling my cock in her mouth like a child's dummy "...I think she's back."
We were both fully clothed, except for my limp cock poking through the fly of my trousers so Keiko could access it. This was her favourite way to relax after a hard day's work at the hospital. She'd first seen this technique in an American semi-porn video called "Penis Pacifier." Apparently, it's not really a sexual thing. According to the video, "it creates a connection with Freud's oral-fixation phase that helps some people who have trouble getting to sleep." Whatever the theory, it works for Keiko and I'm happy to help out where I can.
Waking up, Keiko gave a couple of slurpy sucks to clean her drool off my cock before sitting up.
"Elizabeth's back." I added.
"Is she alone?" Keiko asked.
"I don't know. I just heard a car in the driveway," I replied.
"What if he comes in?"
"Then we say hello."
"You know what I'm saying," continued Keiko. What if she wants him to stay over? What are you going to say then?"
Keiko had obviously been thinking about this. Her imagination has always been richer than mine, but even I should have thought of that one. I took a moment to think about it now.
"She's a big girl. I'm not her keeper."
"You are tonight."
I thought about that too. Baby-sitting for my eighteen year-old sister felt odd, but in reality, I was actually house-sitting for my parents.
"I don't want to spoil her fun," I said.
"Then make sure she has condoms."
"Keiko!"
I didn't really want to think about that, but Keiko was right. Better safe than sorry. It's rarely an issue for us, as she doesn't like me to finish inside her. "Unless you want a baby, a cunt full of cum is a waste" is one of her less-elegant phrases. If we do have vaginal sex, I usually withdraw when I'm ready and bring my cock up to Keiko's face so that she can lick it clean and eventually let my cum load mingle with the pussy juices in her mouth. This is often when she will do that child's dummy thing. After swallowing her cocktail, she will curl up in my lap with a contented smile on her face and my flaccid cock still in her mouth, and then fall asleep. She is definitely still at that oral-fixation phase.
In fact, sometimes she will look up at me with those sexy Japanese eyes smiling and imploring. The request is silent, but I know that look: she wants something more. It's not always easy for a man to pee just after ejaculating; the pipes are clogged up and they need a little time to clear. Keiko will try to help by sucking hard on my soggy cock, but it's way too sensitive at that point and I have to stop her. She will then wait patiently with me in her mouth until I'm ready to go on my own. She then chugs on my cock as I gently release small amounts of piss into her mouth, pausing for her to swallow. When she's in that mood, she always takes it gratefully and never spills a drop. Personally, I am always in that mood.
By now, I was zipped up again. Keiko and I heard the front door being closed gently. We held our breaths and craned our necks, trying to work out if my sister was alone.
"Make sure she has condoms," Keiko whispered again.
"I... I don't really... I'm not sure..."
"Do you want me to do it?" She offered.
"Would you?"
That was pathetic on my part, but it was a good compromise plan -- and unnecessary, as it turned out. Moments later, we heard what appeared to be the sniffing back of tears and the gentle pad of bare feet past the television room where we were sitting. In the gloom beyond, we just about made out a single figure heading for the stairs.
"Lizzie!" I called, "Are you alright?"
There was no answer; just sniffs. I looked at Keiko.
"I'll go and see." With this, she set off in pursuit of Elizabeth.
My sister has known Keiko all her life, so she's comfortable talking to her. All of my family likes and trusts my girlfriend, which has always been gratifying to me. Keiko's natural compassion and training as a nurse probably helps with the bonding too.
I've known Keiko for not quite all my life. We first met at junior school when we were ten years-old. That was just after Elizabeth was born and my family had moved to a larger house across the town in England where I had lived all my life.
Keiko's background is more exotic. Her father is also English, but her mother is Japanese. They had met in Japan while he was working; they fell in love, got married and returned to England, where Keiko was born. She was the only Asian child in our school, which was sometimes tough, so I befriended her. It was all very innocent and platonic until we happened to go to the same university. Free from the shackles of home-life and parents, our friendship soon turned to something more -- a lot more.
As I quickly discovered, Keiko is far more adventurous than me when it comes to sex. I will try pretty much everything that she suggests, but ninety percent of the time it is her doing the suggesting. I like sex, of course, but my male brain tends to fix on something that I know will turn me on and that's where it stays. Keiko calls it "vanilla sex," but I think she's being unfair. I'm not boring; I just know what I like. Luckily for her, I've never really been into vaginal sex either, unless she's bent over a stool and I'm fucking her brains out from behind, but that's more of a role-play thing. I've always liked blowjobs, but I can't imagine that there are many men who don't.
One thing Keiko did introduce me to was rimming. She came in from work one day and just announced, "I want to eat your arse out." It was another one of the oral-fixation things that she wanted to try and I'm really glad she did. Now one of my absolute favourite things is to squat over her face so she can tongue my arsehole while I masturbate. When I'm ready, I let her know. At that point, she takes one last deep suck on my anus, before opening her mouth so I can cum into it. No facials, no licking, no cock sucking; for now, she serves as a passive cum receptacle for me. I love that -- and she does too.
And that particular discovery is why I'm usually willing to consider Keiko's new suggestions. Rimming is clearly going to be hard to beat for me, but there's always that chance that something better will come along, so I remain open to the opportunity. Our Easter Week with my sister provided just one of those opportunities.
This is beginning to sound like Keiko is a slut, but she's really not. She's only ever tried this stuff within loving, loyal relationships, and most of it only with me. This is why I've never had another woman suck my cock while Keiko rims me. I'm sure I would love that, but she's never suggested it, so neither have I. Keiko is more than enough for me! She wasn't a virgin when we finally got together at university, and I'm certain that she must have given head before, but all of the other stuff that we've tried together -- rimming, spanking, bondage, throat-fucking, piss drinking, cum on food, face-sitting, squirting and more -- has been new to us alone. She seems to have brought out the best (or the worst) in me!
Not that Keiko always liked everything we tried. Watersports was a surprising success, she really loved that from the first time, especially the oral stuff; but anal sex: not so much. The idea of having my cock in her arse had always really turned her on, but the first time we tried it, she said it was too uncomfortable, so we left it at that. Keiko being Keiko, she's always up for another go, but to make it interesting she said that she would like to try pegging me too, so we could both have the same experience. I never like to disappoint her, so I agreed to do it if she bought the strap-on. She didn't and, to be honest, I was in no hurry to try, so that one remained the back-burner.
From the outside, you wouldn't know any of these things about Keiko. Nobody knows. As far as my family and friends are concerned, she is a kind, unassuming Japanese woman. Petite, polite and bookish; not the kind of girl who will walk round the house naked all day or drink a cocktail of piss, cum and pussy squirt juices from a glass. On the face of it, she's the kind of girl your mother wants you to bring home, and my mother loves her! In fact, it was Mum who asked Keiko to be here in my parents' house on this Saturday night.
My parents were out of town for Easter Week, and while Keiko and l had our own place a few miles across town, my sister, Elizabeth, still lived at home. She was in the upper-sixth, the final year of an English school before university. She had never been close to being a rebel or anything like that, but Mum thought it best not leave the temptation of an empty house open for Elizabeth to have a party, a sleep-over, or worse, in the last week of term before exams. My parents felt a responsibility to all of the other parents of my sister's friends.
So here I was, in my parents' house with Keiko, taking advantage of the homemade cakes and various pasta, rice and potato salads that Mum had left in the fridge -- and drinking Dad's wine.
After a few minutes, Keiko returned to the TV room.
"Her boyfriend dumped her," she whispered.
"Again? That's like... number ten?"
"He demanded a blowjob," she added.
"Ahh. And...?"
"She couldn't do it," Keiko continued. "She's coming down, but you don't know any of this. Right?"
As I shook my head in agreement, Elizabeth appeared at the top of the three steps that descended to TV room.
"There you are!" Keiko exclaimed. "I'm glad you came down, Sweetie."
Elizabeth was in her bare feet wearing the old Hello Kitty nightshirt that Keiko's father had bought for her on a businesses trip to Tokyo five years earlier. A special edition with Kitty wearing a kimono, it had been slightly too big for her at the time. "You'll grow into it," our dad had said. And she did. Into it and beyond. However, Elizabeth loved that Hello Kitty nightshirt so much that she would not part with it. She was lucky that she had grown more upwards than outwards. She had filled out a little in the hips and bum, but her breasts had still not really developed. Even at eighteen, she didn't yet need a bra, unless she wanted to minimise the effect of her protruding nipples. That clearly wasn't bothering her this evening.
Elizabeth had always looked younger than her years. As a teenager, it had annoyed and frustrated her of course, but later, as a woman, she would come to value this gift-from-nature more-and-more. On this particular evening, standing at the top of the TV room steps, my tall, slim sister looked vulnerable. Her raised position gave the occasional glimpse of her pale yellow panties, attesting to the fact that the faded Hello Kitty nightshirt really had become a little too short for her.
