(Cont'd from part 1 -- Poor Henry has already been enslaved and feminized by his sister... What else could possibly go wrong?)
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Henry heard the doorknob turn -- He froze.
The door swung open and Miko, the 18 year-old Japanese exchange student who was living with them, walked in. He gasped and stared dumbfounded, unable to move. Miko stood in the doorway with her mouth open in surprise. Henry's briefs were down around his ankles, and a Playboy magazine was spread open at his feet. Even more damning though was his little pink penis standing up proudly in his hand. Although he'd just turned 18 himself, the scrawny and under endowed Henry had the body of someone much younger.
Miko smiled. So this is what American boys do when they're alone. She stepped into the bathroom and locked the door as Henry awkwardly covered his penis. He had to expose himself again as he reached down to grab his underpants.
Miko laughed, walked over, and placed her stocking-clad foot on the briefs, preventing Henry from pulling them up. She smiled and fixed Henry with a meaningful stare, then lifted the clothes hamper lid and pointed into it.
By this time, Henry was thoroughly embarrassed and more than a little confused. The truth slowly dawned on him --- he'd forgotten that Miko was not feeling well when he'd left for school this morning. She must have stayed home. When Henry came home thinking he had the house to himself, Miko was already there. He silently cursed himself for not checking first -- and for not locking the bathroom door. But why hadn't Miko knocked?
Henry realized that Miko was still staring at him, and her finger was still pointing at the clothes hamper. Sheepishly, he picked up his briefs, put them in the hamper. He quickly sat back down on the toilet and placed his hands over his wilting erection.
Miko laughed. She casually removed her white cotton socks and dropped them into the clothes hamper on top of his briefs. Then she turned to face Henry and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse.
Henry watched in amazement, unable to move or even breathe, as Miko slid the garment from her pale white shoulders. Slowly—without removing her gaze from Henry's face—Miko reached right over the top of him and draped her blouse on the towel bar. Her breasts were right in Henry's face.
The lacy white curves of Miko's brassiere held up the smooth ivory mounds of her breasts like some pagan offering. Henry could see the small lumps where her nipples pressed out against the material. He was already getting hard again and was having trouble hiding it. Miko looked down at his lap and raised her eyebrows. Still smiling, she reached down, unhooked her skirt and lowered the zipper.
Henry's jaw dropped as if it were attached to her falling skirt. Miko deftly plucked the skirt from the floor and hung it next to her blouse. Henry suddenly realized that neither of them had said a word since she'd entered the bathroom. Time had come to a standstill. The bathroom clock showed they still had an hour before his big sister came home, but Henry wasn't looking at the clock.
Henry couldn't tear his eyes away the pale graceful curves of Miko's semi-nude form. He marveled at how the tiny panties seemed to reveal more than they concealed. Two thin straps slung down off the smooth curve of her hips in a perfect vee. Halfway down the nearly flat expanse of her stomach, a small panel of white lace was suspended tightly between the straps. The seductive shadow of Miko's pubic hair lurked just beneath the lace. Henry drew in his breath.
His eyes widened when they got down to where the sheer panty lace ended and a tiny patch of white satin stretched over her pubic mound in a tight curve. Lower still, the bulge of Miko's pussy hung teasingly in the narrow space between her thighs, like some sweet forbidden fruit. Henry was so awestruck he forgot himself and let his hands fall away. His swollen little penis was now rock-hard.
Miko was thoroughly enjoying Henry's gawking appraisal, and his obvious physical reaction. She smiled and unfastened her brassiere, then let it slide down her arms in a long, languorous motion. Then she did something that surprised him even more, if that were still possible given what she'd already done.
She reached across Henry, as if to drape the brassiere on the towel rod. As she passed it near Henry's face he closed his eyes and inhaled her sweet scent. When he opened them again she was holding the bra out over his chest.
"Oh, Henry!" Miko's laugh tinkled like a wind chime. "You would make a pefect girl."
Henry flinched backward but there was nowhere to go. Miko pressed the bra against his chest and held it there. The soft, satiny cups were still warm with her body heat. Poor Henry nearly swooned at the feel of them against his skin. This of course while he was already staring at Miko's perfectly proportioned ivory-white body, mere inches from his face.
Miko's breasts were neither large nor small, but firm and perfect, like peaches ready to eat. Her pink erect nipples met Henry at eye level. He marveled at their beauty, eyes darting from one to the other as if trying to decide ... what? There was nothing for him to decide. Miko had assumed complete control the moment she burst through the door. Henry was left with nothing but his own confusion and embarrassment.
"Not yet!" Miko laughed again and pulled the bra away. She hung it on the towel rod, then turned and stroked Henry's cheek. As he looked up at her, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him fully on the mouth. After a moment, she released him and stepped back but her eyes still held his, and Henry felt as if he might fall into those dark brown pools. Truth was, he'd already fallen.
Miko hooked her thumbs under the tight straps of her panties and slowly pulled the tiny bikini down to her knees, where it lingered for a tantalizing few seconds, and then dropped to the floor. Miko picked the panties up and passed them over Henry's nose. Henry trembled, and his cock twitched, as he felt the soft wisp of material and breathed in the musky scent of Miko's sex.
Henry finally tore his eyes from Miko's and gazed—dumbfounded—at her now completely naked body. He had completely forgotten his own nudity. Miko was nothing less than a goddess; an Asian Aphrodite. Her torso narrowed like an hourglass below the firm globes of her breasts, then flared smoothly out again to frame the subtle rise of her abdomen. The tiny oval of her navel lay serenely within in this pale wondrous sea, beckoning Henry inward like a dark whirlpool.
Lowering his eyes even more, Henry drank in the sight of her exposed pussy. The short dark hairs covering her pubis thinned to nothing where her labia rose in delicate pink-brown folds. Henry felt an aching in his young loins; he struggled to control himself. Miko was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but then his big sister was the only other girl he'd seen naked.
Miko stepped closer and leaned down. She grasped Henry's erect penis and squeezed hard, then quickly covered his mouth with hers, stifling his panicked cry of protest. She forced her tongue down his throat and held it there, and cupped her free hand against the back of his head to prevent him from pulling away. Henry had never been French-kissed -- in fact he had only kissed another girl once before, and that only briefly. The combination of Miko's tongue in his throat and her strong embrace was wildly erotic.
