From: yat@netcom.com (yat)
Subject: Hai
Keywords: teen ff
Date: 24 Feb 1994 00:59:31 -0500

Archive-name: hai

                           "...Hai..."

     Sitting on the wooden bench across from Jiite in her furo-
bath, submerged up to my neck in steaming-hot water, was like
nothing I've ever known. The fact that she was completely adorable,
and as exotically beautiful as only a girl of pure Japanese descent
could be, only added to my excitement. And it was so very easy to
imagine the two of us together in her bedroom, writhing in ecstasy
on her futon-mattress, making passionate love together, because of
the fact that rippling beneath the surface of the clear water, we
were both as naked as babies.
     So she sat there smiling at me, enjoying the hot soak, and I
sat against the opposite wall of that huge, round wooden tub,
bobbing up and down, trying not to let my feelings for her show. I
was her cousin, after all: a brown-haired, blue-eyed American
cousin with very unmistakable Asian features, and one with breasts,
a pussy, and a clit just like hers.
     "Soo, how you lai Japon? Noriko -- uh, solry -- Nolreen?" she
asked. I told her I loved it. I wanted to tell her I loved her,
too, but couldn't. I wanted to tell her that I'd never seen such a
slender but curvy twenty-four year-old that had turned me on as
much as she had, but I didn't.
     "Lai massagee you shohdlers?" she asked me, smiling shyly, but
I shook my head. It would be too much for me if she actually
touched me. Especially my shoulders.
     "Sclrubi baak zehn?"
     "No, I'm okay," I told her. She could scrub other places I
had, but none of them would be appropriate for such a charming,
delicate, innocent-eyed creature such as she. She looked like some
pale swan over there, her long neck looking even longer now because
of the way she'd piled her silky-black hair on the top of her head.
Creamy shoulders, delicate collar-bones pointing inward and down to
her submerged cleavage.
     "Soh," she said after a moment of seeming hurt that I refused
a scrub-up. "Tehlr me 'bout Sehvon-Levon and Peegui-Weegui in
Amelricah." So I told her and she seemed pleased. They had 7-
Elevens in Tokyo, but not as many as stateside, and Jiite only knew
about Piggly-Wigglys because of me. I told her about the sorts of
sales we had, the Thursday papers with the coupons and all that,
all the while fantasizing about sucking her succulent-looking bare
toes and doing other things with them. And doing other things with
her tiny, dark-brown nipples and her fingers and her nose and ears
and hair and ... everywhere.
     Maybe it was the hot, hot water we were soaking in -- it made
me light-headed after a while, and I felt my soul could very easily
have left my body and gone astral-traveling. Except that mine would
probably have gone anal-traveling -- up inside my pretty cousin's
tushy-hole.
     That night, after our bath, after supper, and after singing
songs with Jiite's large family, I lay on my futon-mattress,
masturbating as quietly as possible. My family was big, too, and
through the years I'd perfected the art of the "silent orgasm." The
walls were thin in Jiite's house, so I made extra sure to bite my
lip when I came. Thing was, though it was pretty late, there was
someone else not nearly as concerned as I was in keeping her
pleasure a secret. Maybe she hadn't practiced as much, or maybe she
-- and that other person I heard gasping -- assumed the household
would be fast asleep. But whatever the reason, those sounds really
started getting to me. I rubbed myself a little faster, slipped my
fingers into myself, and listened with all my might. Maybe it was
Uncle and Aunty doing it together, but it was hard to tell.
     The female voice was pretty clear, but the other one was lower
and huskier and a little more hushed. Whatever, and whoever, I came
with them a couple of times, and then wanted something a little
bigger to put in me, so I went to my suitcase and groped around for
the dildo I'd brought. When I turned to sneak back to my futon and
finish myself off, Jiite was standing motionless in my now-opened
doorway, looking at me strangely.
     Whipping my dildo behind my back, I grinned and whispered,
"...Hi..." Jiite's dark almond eyes lit up and she came in and shut
the sliding door.
     "...Hai..." she repeated happily to herself, and started to
take her kimono robe off! Jiite wore nothing beneath the silky
robe, and when it slid off her shoulders, she was as nude as I was.
As I stood there, realizing that my "hi" had sounded like "hai" --
Japanese for "yes" -- my cousin padded quickly to my sleeping mat,
knelt, and stayed there with her head slightly bowed, in the
classic Japanese posture of humility and, in the case of classic
Japanese females, of humble, grateful servitude. Her pale smooth
body said, "I am yours to do with what you will," but when she
peeked up at me, her eyes told me, "I'm so happy you want me!"
     Making myself walk those first steps to Jiite on my mat was
the hardest thing I'd ever had to do. It wasn't from lack of
wanting her, but she was my blood relative, and I felt instantly
guilty of all the horrid, incestuous, wonderfully lesbian thoughts
I'd had for her. But the next moment I was kneeling before her,
smiling steadily so if she took another peek, she'd know how happy
she'd made me.
     My clit throbbed and pulsated, and the core of my belly
twisted for her. I wished I'd been born male so my stiff penis
would show her how excited I was for her. Then I'd simply lay her
back, spread her creamy thighs, and slide myself deep into her,
inching into her tight little sleeve, pushing down and forward and
in and in till my pubes were right up against hers. Then I'd fuck
her like I'd never fucked anybody -- in and out, over and over
again, for hours if that's what it took. And when I felt her slick
little hole contracting around me, squeezing from her desperate
need, I'd release myself into her and fill her till her body was
overflowing.
     I think I read something like that in a book somewhere -- the
male's perspective -- but it was about a gay guy thinking about his
lover. Anyhow, I felt sort of like that for Jiite, and the fact
was, I _did_ want to merely take her and fuck her -- pure, blind
lust is like that.
     But as I was sitting there, feeling all these feelings, Jiite
glanced up bashfully, grabbed the dildo out of my hands, and after
wetting it in her beautiful mouth -- a sight so incredibly sensual,
I actually caught my breath -- she pushed me gently onto my back
and slid the slippery thing up and into _me_. I snatched my pillow
to stuff it over my mouth as my body arched with that first orgasm.
Being rolled over backwards, having my thighs pushed apart, and
then having that thing inserted in my pussy, all seemed to happen
in slow motion, but my climax hit me all at once.
     I chewed on my pillow until it was soaked, came so many times
I lost my mind, and still the hard, plastic thing pumped in and out
of my pussy. I didn't know if it was from experience or what, but
Jiite knew the exact rhythm to use, and each of my orgasms faded
right into the next. At one point, I realized I was sweating hard,
droplets running down my sides, but that dildo just kept ramming up
inside me -- gently, though -- and I was getting to that point
where my final orgasm would just blank me out completely.
     I didn't want to lose consciousness -- there were so many
things I wanted to do to my beautiful cousin in return -- but then,
there it was, the final climax, and it rippled up through me like
moist fire.
     When I opened my eyes again, I was curled in a ball on my left
side, and it was morning. Behind me, curled to fit the way I'd been
sleeping, was a warm body. I didn't want to move, didn't want to
disturb Jiite if she was still sleeping. Or if she was awake, I
didn't want to let her know I was awake so I could go on enjoying
her being there. And so I just lay there, feeling her bare front
against my bare back.
     
     But then I couldn't resist turning over. I had to see her, had
to see that pretty face of hers first thing in the morning. If she
was up, I'd kiss her and make love to her, and if she wasn't, I'd
make love to her anyway until she was!
     "...Goo morlning, cousin..." Jiite yawned. "...you okay? Fahrl
a-slreep las nai...solrry. Make sexi too halrd to you..." I kissed
her without thinking about anything. I kissed her until her teeth
opened enough to let me in. I lay on top of her, nipple to nipple,
belly to belly, bush to bush, kissing her more. Her legs wrapped
around my hips, her pelvis tilted up to me, and I felt her
slickness smearing against my pubic hairs.
     I kissed her nipples -- finally -- kissed her shoulders and
face and neck and her precious collar-bones, all the while rubbing
myself into her sex. She gasped -- a sound I'd missed hearing the
night before -- and before I knew it, I was kissing my way down her
pretty tummy, pausing to tongue her belly-button, then all at once
burying my mouth between her silk-haired labia.
     As I went on licking and lapping and sucking and kissing my
cousin's fragrant pussy, I didn't care if anyone caught us doing
what we were doing. I didn't care if the house fell down or caught
fire. All that was important to me was hearing Jiite's sweet sounds
of release, tasting the sweeter flow from her spasming hole, and
smelling the sweetest scent I'd ever known.
     There were long moments where I stopped to taste other parts
of her body -- her nipples, her fingers, her toes, or her "other
hole" -- but each time I'd come back to her sopping-wet pussy and
give her the release she needed from the excitement my other
explorations caused.
     When it was finally over and done with, when Jiite was a limp,
gasping, glistening mass before me, I stopped and looked up. There
in the doorway were her two younger sisters -- seventeen and twenty
years old -- and with bashful, hopeful grins, they said "Hai?" and
when I nodded, they came in, shut the door, and let their pretty
kimonos drop to the floor...
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