Chapter 3

Bob made himself go limp in the chair. He had been relaxed. Now he was not. The little tarts were gone. He’d watched their jiggling butts as they scampered off to bed. He reflected on his ... situation ... and tried to figure out how things had gone so horribly wrong. They’d gone wrong with Emma, though losing her mother could be blamed for part of that. But now Suki was doing the same thing! Did all teenage girls form crushes on older men? Did all of them choose a man to trust and explore with?

He was out of his element. Right now, the problem was he needed to get his cock soft. He hadn’t been this worked up in quite a while.

He got up and went to his bedroom.

Ten minutes later, with wild fantasies about a certain sloe-eyed girl suffusing his brain, he jerked a healthy load out of his balls.

He might not have thought it felt as good as it did if he’d known about the two girls peeking through the crack in his barely opened door.

“See?” whispered Emma. “I told you he’d do it.”

November brought with it snow, which was appropriate to this little group’s situation.

If you did any sledding as a child, one of the first things you probably learned was that under all that smooth snow there are objects that will turn your whizzing trip into a whiz-BANG event. Even if you think the way ahead is smooth, a hidden rock, or thick tuft of grass or whatever, can put you off the sled and tumbling helplessly through the snow.

Of course many people love the idea of a terrifying ride. The owner of any amusement park will verify that.

The Livingstone family was sliding down the hill, but they weren’t really paying much attention to what was under all that snow. The trip they were on had been smooth and ecstatic, at least for the teens. Bob knew about the bumps, but once you’re moving, you can’t stop the sled. All you can do is try to steer it away from disaster. If you can see it before you hit it. In any case, to push the analogy to the limits, Bob had traded in the sled for a saucer or tube. You can’t steer those for shit. You can try, such as by dragging a foot ... but it won’t do you much good.

The first thing they ran into didn’t look like it could toss them all off their conveyance, but it should have been a warning.

That first thing was the Sadie Hawkins dance.

Suki asked Tim to the dance. She was never even curious about what it might be like to kiss another boy, much less play with his stiff prick and make it spurt. By this time Suki was thoroughly in love with Emma’s brother. She had gone from seeing a man only rarely, or under heavily-controlled, formal conditions, to being around two of them every waking hour in circumstances where she could be completely at ease. It wasn’t just the sex. That was fun, to be sure, but what meant even more to her was that both of these men would talk to her, ask for her opinion, help her with issues social, educational or physical. Trying to fit this into her life, which had been very structured to that point, was a little like fitting a round peg into a square hole. It fits ... but not the way it was intended to fit.

As far as she was concerned, she would happily stay in America and marry Tim. That she also had confused, lusty thoughts about Bob was simply because she liked him a lot and trusted him more than she’d ever trusted any other adult male. Bob let her be herself, and that was something precious to the girl.

Emma asked a boy named Randy Hawthorne to the dance and, of course, they double dated. The dance was an unmitigated success, as far as the teens were concerned. There were chaperones there, but most of them talked to each other instead of actually policing the students. A lot of hanky panky resulted.

There was no official after-party and Bob had forbidden them to go to any unofficial one, so the tired but happy teens went home. “Home” was a pretty happy place these days. Tim hadn’t had to use his own hand to get sperm out of his penis in months and the girls got orgasms in what amounted to an ‘on demand’ situation.

What made all this a bump on their tube ride were the emotions the dance brought out. Tim was fired up, perhaps more so than usual. This was the product of the fact that Emma had made Suki’s outfit for the dance, which consisted of torn Daisy Duke shorts and a blue and white checkered shirt with the sleeves cut off, tied below Suki’s breasts and with no buttons buttoned. Suki had, of course, eschewed wearing a bra. Her long hair was done in braids and, once they were at the dance, she went barefoot.

One would think that, getting to see Suki completely naked on a regular basis, Tim might have been immune to her sexy attire. But she danced with him, something that was still rare back home. And she danced with other boys, too. The line of them was long and avid. Dozens of guys had wanted to take this little slice of Nirvana on a date, but all were disappointed. Everyone (including a number of girls) thought it was barbaric for her parents to forbid her from dating without a chaperone. So this was the only chance any boy had had of doing anything except talk to her in class or the halls.

Suki had learned how to tease. She thought of that behavior as ... normal. She teased Tim and he ate her pussy for her. She teased Bob and he got flustered and red-faced and kissed her even better than Tim did. She didn’t think about kissing any of the boys who asked her to dance.

But she teased the crap out of them.

She didn’t even think about what she was doing. If it was a fast dance, she gyrated with abandon, just having fun. Her breasts wobbled and swayed under her shirt, through the armholes of which quite a bit of soft, white flesh could be seen. Her nipples were almost constantly erect. This was the most fun she’d ever been allowed to have in mixed company - her adopted family not included. If it was a slow dance, she danced like she’d learned to dance with Bob ... close ... rubbing her body against her partner ... enjoying what had been part of human mating rituals for thousands of years.

Nobody was counting, but it’s safe to say Suki Nakioto was the cause of forty or fifty erections that night.

Emma Livingstone, who was dressed identically to Suki, gave her Japanese sister a run for her money in the boner department.

And Tim watched it all happen. He saw the looks on the guys’ faces as they danced with Emma and Suki. Some of them even commented to him, saying things like, “I can’t believe you’re not insane, living with those two babes all the time,” or “Suki is killing me tonight! Please tell me you get to see her come out of the shower sometimes.”

Tim had his own boner, of course. He didn’t just get to see Suki come out of the shower. He got to be in the shower with her!

Only twice did things get tense. One was when Charley Trimble leaned towards Tim and whispered, “I want to fuck the shit out of your sister,” and the other was when Pete Lonestack said the same thing about Suki.

Tim was not amused. The fact that he wanted to fuck the shit out of both of them, too, didn’t really enter into his thought process. He said the same thing to the boys: “Don’t even think about it.” Tim was a big guy, and on the football team, which was notorious for lending group support to ‘situations’ a team member was dealing with. Charley and Pete didn’t stop thinking about sliding their aching teen boners into soft, teen pussies, but they did it away from Tim for the rest of the night.

The point of all this is to relate how Tim got to see what all the other guys at the dance craved ... and which he knew he had access to whenever he wanted it.

And he wanted it after the dance.

Bob had fallen asleep in the recliner. The TV was still on, but was muted. Emma woke him up by crawling on his lap, straddling him, and kissing him awake. She was fired up, so her kisses were a little more passionate than usual. By the time Bob stumbled off to his bedroom, he was stiff in his pants, but sleepy enough to enjoy just feeling that and not doing anything about it.

Meanwhile, Suki and Tim had already gone to the girls’ bedroom. Suki was excited, too. A lot of those boys had rubbed back, and the knowledge that they wanted to do the same things Tim did was a huge shot in the arm of her confidence and self-image. She stood, swaying to some remembered melody from the DJ stand, as Tim undid the knot that held her shirt together, and bared her breasts.

“I love your boobs,” he sighed.

“I know,” she said, smiling.

“I wish I was your baby, so I could suck from them all day long.”

She giggled.

“You can suck from them anyway,” she said.

He put her on the bed, dressed only in short shorts, and was lustily making her squeal with his lips on her nips when Emma came into the room.

“Quiet down!” she ordered. “I could hear you thirty feet down the hall!”

Tim lifted his head, grinning.

“The hall isn’t thirty feet long,” he said.

“Exactly!” warned Emma. She softened. “I hope you’re keeping some of that for me. I’m so horny I feel like actually letting you fuck me tonight.”

“Really?” Tim stood up on his knees, abandoning Suki.

“Down boy,” said Emma. “I said I feel like it ... not that you’re going to get to.”

“I feel like it, too,” said Suki. Two months ago she might have said that dutifully, to copy her sister in solidarity. Now it was just how she felt.

“No fucking,” warned Emma. “We don’t need no babies in this house.”

Tim sat down on his calves. His face was serious. The bump they had hit (or were in the process of hitting) was like rattling dice and then rolling them to see what came up. Even Tim didn’t expect what came out of his mouth next, but it came from a sudden realization he knew was genuine.

“Emma, there is nothing I’d rather do than make a baby in you.” He looked down at Suki. “And you,” he added.

The seriousness in his voice ... the fatalistic way in which he confessed this desire ... the fact that he obviously wasn’t teasing them ... and the apparent ease with which he admitted admit he wanted to impregnate both of them ... was what sent shivers down Emma’s spine. Suki’s reaction was different. Her pussy squirted in her shorts.

In Japan, at least until recent decades, a woman was basically considered property. It wasn’t in the same sense as Muslim women are considered property, but there were similarities. What the woman wanted was secondary. Her parents - usually her father - determined who she would marry. Once that man took possession of her, she was his to do with as he pleased. Of course most men ‘please’ to fuck, and that’s what Japanese men have done for millennia. They fucked their women whenever they felt the urge. It didn’t matter if the woman wanted to fuck or not and in many cases it didn’t matter if she even had a good time. She was there to fuck. And to knock up. Japanese women didn’t ‘decide’ to have a baby. The man just fucked one in her.

This wasn’t a formal cultural condition, based on some prophet’s interpretation of a holy book. There was an accepted cultural demand that women be obedient and deferential, but Japanese society in general didn’t assume women had no feelings or desires, or that they were sub-human. It was just the way things were and everybody knew it. If the man was a good man, the woman was happy. If he wasn’t ... well, that was too bad, but there was nothing to be done about it. And women accepted the fact that they needed to be bred. Too many men had died during the last, tragic war. That war had changed many things in Japanese culture ... but had only enhanced the desire to replace her lost sons.

This kind of cultural norm isn’t talked about. There are unwritten rules. But every member of a given society learns what is expected of them and what is not. Mavericks are ostracized and often end up going to live in other cultures, where their role is less well defined, and they have more freedom to exercise their own individual desires ... be themselves. But all girls born in Japan learn they are supposed to defer to the males. Whether they agree with that or not ... they learn it. And while that cultural attitude is changing in Japan these days, the girls still learn it.

This might explain why, when Tim said he wanted to get Suki pregnant, Suki’s mindset about that was... “That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to happen to me.” Of course that was because she liked Tim, who respected her and didn’t dominate her at all. For Suki, it was as if her father had chosen this boy to be her husband, and she was happy about the idea.

Emma’s reaction was entirely different. She had fantasized about having sex thousands of times. Her fantasies almost always involved a man other than Tim, even if it was Tim eating her pussy or fingerfucking her at the time she was engaged in the fantasy. And the fantasy was almost always the same. It was from the vantage point of a tiny camera, in her womb, peeking through her cervix into her vagina. This camera observed the head of her father’s erect penis coming towards it, and then receding, until ropes of white goo shot out of the tip. Her fantasy was of her daddy cumming in her, making her a complete woman, letting her be the woman of the house in every sense of the word.

When Tim said he wanted to get her pregnant, it was the first time her mind’s eye pictured her brother’s penis shooting off inside her, offering millions of sperm so that one of her precious eggs could be fertilized and make a life.

In the blink of an eye, Emma’s world view changed from a place where only one man could fertilize her eggs ... to a world where that number was doubled.

It scared her, to be honest. It scared her because while she’d been half-kidding about letting Tim fuck her ... now there was no kidding about it at all. And she couldn’t do that. Daddy had to be the first. It was just the way things had to be.

“You can’t fuck me, Timmy,” she said, softly.

“I know,” he said. “But I want to.”

“The world stays the same,” said Emma, forcing a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

“Except in this world, Suki isn’t wearing shorts!” said Tim, bursting into action.

Suki squealed as Tim de-pants her.

“No panties!” he crowed, as he dragged the shorts down her svelte legs. Suki had adopted another of Emma’s ideas about teasing and left her panties in the drawer.

Tim pressed her knees apart, obscenely exposing her pussy lips.

“You look wet,” he breathed, leaning down to put his nose next to her sex.

“I am wet,” she said. “I love dancing with American boys.”

“Dancing is all,” growled Tim. “Nothing else is allowed. Understand?”

“Yes, master,” teased Suki.

“Especially not this,” said Tim, reaching for his stiff prick and leaning to let it touch Suki’s portal. He swabbed it up and down between her slick lips.

“Tim!” warned Emma.

“I’m not going in,” he said, peevishly.

“I like that,” said Suki.

“No you don’t,” argued Emma.

“Damn, this feels good,” moaned Tim. He teased Suki’s clit with his cockhead.

“I wish you could put it in,” said Suki, simply expressing her own desires.

“Fuck!” groaned Tim. He jerked on his shaft twice and it exploded, as premature as any premature ejaculation could possibly be. The movement his hand made as he jacked it twice more caused it to furrow between Suki’s pussy lips again. It was coincidence rather than design that made the tip seal in her opening while one jet of spunk rocketed forth, inundating Suki’s fuck tube with happy, virile sperm. Then the tip was somewhere else, making a mess on the girl’s black pubes.

“You little shit!” gasped Emma, who could see Suki’s pussy leaking thick white American spooge. “You got some in her!”

“No I didn’t,” gasped Tim, who sat back up on his calves, his arms hanging at his sides, thoroughly spent. “I just jacked off.”

“Look at her, you idiot!” barked Emma.

Tim looked down and saw what Emma had seen. Suki’s pussy was definitely leaking white stuff.

“How’d that happen?” he asked, confused.

“I don’t know, but get out of the way!” snapped Emma. She didn’t wait for him to follow her command and pushed him. He toppled over and Emma dove between Suki’s thighs, fastening her mouth on her sister’s pussy and sucking lustily in an attempt to get anything Tim had deposited there into her tummy instead of Suki’s womb.