Chapter 15: Transgression

The next two weeks were a period of transition for the Yukinawa family as Taki and Fumi saw less and less of their eldest daughter. Both girls left early to swim in the mornings, and didn’t arrive home until 5 PM at the earliest most days. Every other evening Kira went over after dinner and her homework were completed to practice driving with Mr. Tucker. Some evenings both girls stayed at his house after school when both Taki and Fumi were busy.

Fumi noticed that during these two weeks her daughters seemed to be getting along much better than usual. She suspected the energy they normally reserved for bickering was being spent in the pool and Miku especially seemed less than interested in her normal tattling that had become a nightly tradition as soon as Kira had stopped spending as much time at home. Both girls were polite to one another and Fumi hated to admit that she was enjoying the change that moving to America had inspired in her girls.

Her relationship with Taki had worsened from civil interaction to polite indifference at home as he was all consumed with his new position. True to his word Dan had opened many doors and the connections Taki had made at the sudden lunch invitation had put him in extremely good graces with his boss back home. He was staying at work later and later, barely even communicating with her. She was still expected to show up to his work events as he wanted to portray the traditional nuclear family that his coworkers seemed to value.

While their marriage had never been exactly passionate, Fumi had grown accustomed to her husband using her for “stress relief” occasionally. It was usually when things were at extremes, good or bad that Taki used her body to vent his excess energy. When they were young the energy and aggressive sex had worked somewhat but as they aged she realized Taki wasn’t dominant, he simply didn’t care about her enjoyment.

He would grunt and plunge in and out of her, occasionally cursing as his fingers dug into her flesh. Sometimes he would use her mouth like a pussy as well, slamming his hips into her face and bringing tears into her eyes. Fumi endured it as her duty to her family, but would lay limply until it was done, never saying a word. It sometimes made her wonder how different her life would have been if she hadn’t followed traditions and family guidance. In Fumi’s youth, she had gone through a period of rebellion and had slept with many, many white military men.

Her wild years were a secret to all but her and the many, many American men she had experimented with. She would never tell her family, but was not the prim and proper mother they all believed her to be. At the height of her rebellion she had tried drugs, group sex and had even been snuck onto a few American bases and been brutally gangbanged for hours. Her recollection of those nights in Okinawa were fuzzy, but she remembered being both thrilled and disgusted with herself afterwards.

She felt a thrill of sexual excitement run through her remembering all the things that had been done to her in her wild youth. She hadn’t even known the name of the men who had picked her up at a bar with lines like, “Would you like to have a night that no one will believe? The only rule is once the night starts, you can’t stop anything until it’s over.” She had laughed at first but then the huge men leaned over and whispered all the unbelievable things they would do to her. She hadn’t believed the first man, but not one word had been a lie. She had gone back for more several times.

She shook from her revere as Taki walked in to their bedroom after another late night, smelling of cigarettes and American Whiskey. He hadn’t touched her for over a month which was surprising considering he should have been at an emotional peak. She refused to beg for what passed for sex between them since their daughters were conceived.

You are working many late nights in this new job. If you do well, are we to return to Tokyo? I’m worried about our daughters here.

Taki didn’t turn to face her as he stripped of his shirt and slacks, letting them fall to the floor knowing Fumi would gather and clean them in the morning. Why are you worried? They are both doing well in school, they are bickering less than ever and I am succeeding here. Accept our good fortune and stop looking for reasons to be unhappy.

Fumi sat quietly. She had been thinking all day how to bring up her suspicions of their neighbor, without angering Taki. He was so concerned with success that he most likely wouldn’t care if her suspicions were correct and something untoward was developing. She remembered being a young woman and receiving attention from a handsome older man. She also suspected her daughters had inherited her fascination with white men.

I worry that our neighbor may not have a strictly benevolent attentions for our daughter. Fumi froze after the words came, seemingly unbidden from her mouth. She waited for the explosion from her husband accusing her of trying to sabotage his newfound connection. To her surprise Taki never even paused pulling on his pajama pants. He even chuckled a little bit.

Why would Mr. Tucker care about a Japanese girl. There are beautiful blond white women all over the place and he is a handsome man. All his business associates have young blond women who look like models for secretaries here, and they are willing to do anything to please their boss. Taki slipped into bed, turning to make eye contact with his wife, a malicious gleam in his eyes. These blond woman do anything to make a man happy, not dead fish in bed.

Fumi realized with those words that her marriage was effectively over. She was old, with two children and her husband had just all but admitted to sleeping with other women. She was shocked as it never even entered her mind that her husband may have the same fetish for sleeping with white women as she did for white men. There had always been the unspoken understanding that Taki would continue to have younger mistresses, but also that they would both ignore it and pretend it wasn’t happening. With those words he turned over, flipped off the lamp leaving Fumi staring into the dark.

“DRIVING” LESSONS

Kira beamed at the camera as it snapped and clicked away. The extremely tight checker patterned tube top and mini skirt felt painted on but instead of feeling sexy like she normally did, she felt awkward and uncertain. The pictures Dan took always turned out so well and he assured her that she many companies would eagerly scoop her up if she continued to fill out her modeling portfolio. She draped herself over the curvy sports car parked in front of a back drop in Dan’s garage, looking back over her shoulder, fully aware that he had a full view of her bare pussy. The smoldering look he asked for was uneasy, as he hadn’t acknowledged the lack of underwear. He had remained stoic and detached, making her desperate to please him again after the incident earlier.

The last two weeks had been amazing for her. Miku for some unknown reason had said nothing to their mother about her relationship with Mr. Tucker. Kira had lived in fear for a week, knowing that Miku had fully witnessed their escapades in the Jacuzzi, but to had said nothing at all to their mother. Kira had tried to fend off Mr. Tucker as he grew more and more bold in front of her little sister but she was finding the will to resist slowly fading away.

Instead of pure fear, risking discovery and knowing that they were getting away with their relationship added a whole new high to the experience. Dan’s fingers caressed her flesh as he taught her to drive, Miku in the back seat seemingly oblivious. He desired her, made her feel special and told her how beautiful she was every day. The sex they had was passionate, not awkward and unsure and she was beginning to crave the rough treatment when he was more gentle.

The way he pulled her body to his, or restrained her so effortlessly was powerful and alluring. This morning on the way to school he had stroked her pussy to orgasm, with Miku in the back seat, forcing Kira to strip off her wet panties in the bathroom and go free during the day. All she could think of during the day was how exposed she was and the thrill of telling Dan all about it. He wouldn’t shame her, he ignited her sexuality and would be aroused that she was so sexually awoken.

At the end of the day, Miku had a short appointment with the head office after class and Kira had gone ahead to the parking lot. A grinning Mr. Tucker had met her in the parking line, driving his SUV today, popping the door open for her. “Hey Darlin, hop on in.”

Kira looked around to make sure she wouldn’t be overheard as she jumped into the car. “Hi daddy!” A blush rose to her face, still embarrassed to call him by the name in public. “Miku will be several more minutes, she was called to the head office for something.”

“Yeah, I arranged for that little visit actually. I realized that you’ve been the one having the fun on the way to school and it’s time to balance the scales.” His grin turned lecherous as he guided the SUV out of the pick-up line and into the middle of the school parking lot. As school was out the lot wasn’t full, but it wasn’t nearly empty either.

Kira looked at Mr. Tucker in confusion, only realizing what he was asking as he parked and unzipped the front of his slacks, freeing his semi hard penis. Without hesitation he reached over, pulling her hand and placed it in his lap, guiding her to stroke it up and down. Her hand moved on muscle memory as she had already done this for him many times, but never where anyone could walk by and see.

“That’s a good start Darlin.” Dan moaned as he leaned back, not even bothering to unbuckle. Kira looked around wildly as she continued to timidly stroke up and down, her small fingers trying to circle the hot flesh. Her face burned as she tried to appear to innocent to the lecherous act she was committing in broad daylight.

“Well now that’s fine, but you know what daddy wants don’t you babygirl?” One of Dan’s hands moved to rest on Kira’s knee, pushing up her thigh moving the gray school skirt up with it. She shuddered as his big hand pushed her legs apart, exposing her bare pussy to the sunlight. He made a guttural sound of approval as his fingers started tracing the outside of her pussy, teasing around but never touching her clitoris.

Kira bit her lip as his fingers teased her, never quite hitting where she wanted them to. She had been waiting all day, the anticipation building in her. She never felt more sexually desired than directly after Dan finished taking pictures of her. He had promised a fun set that evening if she was a good girl. She desperately needed his approval, especially after seeing all the jealous looks the other girls at school had been shooting her when he started transporting her to and from school in various expensive cars.

She rolled her hips forward trying to guide his searching touches, but he nimbly avoided giving her the satisfaction she so desperately wanted. A frustrated sound escaped her lips as she continued to hump towards his hand, turning to a hiss as he removed it completely and placed it behind her neck.

“Aww, not yet darling. I need you raring to go tonight, makes you look extra sexy for the camera. I do love that you took your panties off for me though.” He paused looking down at her hand which had stilled it’s efforts on his cock in her attempt to get her own satisfaction. “I however didn’t get relief this morning. Be a good girl and get that pretty mouth to work on daddy’s cock.”

The hand on her neck pull her toward his lap. She resisted, worrying people would see her start disappear to start blowing the older man in the parking lot. He frowned as she resisted the pressure to go down on him, finally relenting and releasing her neck. “There something wrong? I thought I made myself pretty clear.”

“Daddy, we cannot do this here? There are people who will see, and Miku will be here soon.” Kira smiled sweetly at Dan imploring him to understand but the expression slowly melted from her face as she realized he hadn’t been teasing. His face remained in the frown, something in the way his eyes remained locked onto hers made her heart flutter nervously.

“Kira, remember the conversation we had? Who do you belong to?”

Kira started gently stroking up and down on his shaft again, trying to placate him. “I belong to you. I do! See, I will do this now, and more when we get home. I can not give you blowjob in a public place.” She tried smiling again and faltered as his face remained grim.

“Kira, if you belong to me like you said and I’ve told you to get your head down and suck my cock, then my cock should be halfway down your little throat by now.” He reached down and pulled her hand roughly from his cock, flinging it back into her lap. “Evidently, you were lying to me like a child to get what you wanted.”

He stuffed his penis back into his slacks, fending off her hands desperately trying to reach back over. “No daddy I...”

“STOP!” he barked. Kira flinched back, panic rising in her chest, knowing she had messed up the only good thing in her life in America by refusing. “You clearly aren’t ready for a relationship. This is on me, I clearly misjudged your maturity and desires and thought I had met a woman who truly wanted to please her man. I don’t appreciate being used and lied to.”

He adjusted himself and broke eye contact staring ahead and placing his hands on the wheel. Kira felt as if he had put up a wall between them, she plaintively reached over but stopped as he leaned away from her. Her eyes began to fill with tears as she opened her mouth to offer to do what he had asked, but he cut her off. His quiet words felt like a slap, “Straighten yourself up, you’re a mess.”

Kira sniffled, pulling her skirt back down and brushing her hair out with shaky fingers. Miku opened the back door several minutes of silence later, feeling the tension in the air. No one said a word after she complained about the mixup in the office that had caused her to be called up for no reason.

The drive home was even more uncomfortable than the normal flirting between Kira and Mr. Tucker. Miku usually popped headphones in immediately knowing that the two were simply gearing up their foreplay before finding a poorly hidden place to take lewd photos or fuck. They had been less and less sneaky every time, and they hadn’t started off all that sneaky in the Jacuzzi on that first day. Today there was only silence, deep and uncomfortable silence.

At first Miku had been disgusted and tried to escape or drown out the activities with music. Two days ago though she had finally gotten curious enough to sneak down the hallway and peak through the door to Mr. Tucker’s studio room. Apparently the pictures were long forgotten as she peered through the crack in the door and saw Kira on her hands and knees, Mr. Tucker behind her with a fist full of her hair yanking her head back as he fucked her.

Miku had known from her late night peep show that Mr. Tucker was a big man, but seeing the way he handled Kira like she weighed nothing was strangely arousing. He pulled her this way and that, spun her around and pinned her arms effortlessly to hold her in the position he wanted. Kira was making animal sounds, loud grunts and stifled cries as she was pummeled. In between bouts, Mr. Tucker repeatedly called her dirty, horrible things which she desperately affirmed and was usually rewarded with a slap on the ass or face when he told her she was a good girl.

When he finally pulled his cock out while swapping positions, Miku had been shocked. There was no way that could fit into her sister, but somehow it did. The cock was covered in glistening pussy juice from her sister, who seemed to deflate as its entirety was pulled free. Kira immediately started rolling her hips trying to recapture it like a bitch in heat. The slapping sounds of Mr. Tucker smacking it against Kira’s pussy, teasing her with it, sent her sister into small convulsions with each hit against her sensitive clitoris.

Miku imagined herself being the object of Mr. Tucker’s lust and her fingers dipped down, lifting her skirt up to access her panties. A small damp patch had already stained the white cotton as her fingers started to work. She was glued to the scene, the depravity of what was unfolding before her. She never even realized the implications of what leaving the door cracked had meant.

She had scampered just after Mr. Tucker had pulled Miku off his cock, grabbing her by the back of her neck and pulling her face up to his cock. The man groaned and the streams of semen had jetted into her sisters open mouth, over her forehead and hung like slimy icicles off her chin and nose. As Miku had slunk down the hall she had thought of how sweaty sex seemed to be in real life.

In the mirror that morning Miku had told herself that what was happening was wrong, and she was better than watching her sister have sex with an old man. A little voice in the back of her mind had laughed, told her she was definitely going to watch and this time she was going to finger herself and have another magic orgasm like the one by the fence. The voice told her she was really a whore, despite wanting to be a good girl.

The awkward car ride finally came to an end and the three piled out and into the house. Chunk the huge white dog pranced happily around the three as they entered through the front door. Miku had grown especially fond of the hairy beast after getting over her initial fright. They had spent quite some time together as the other two had been off on their sexcapades. He was like a drooling, fluffy cloud that cleaned up any snacks she dropped.

Dan fixed them a healthy snack every time they stayed at his house after school. Fumi, the girl’s mother, had been visiting a long lost relative recently and the stays at Mr. Tuckers house were becoming more frequent. Miku knew that her mother didn’t exactly care for the man, but her father had overridden her and in their home, that was the end of the discussion

Miku finally broke the almost physical veil of silence. Mom texted, she’ll doesn’t know if she’ll be home tonight. She said to make sure we lock the doors and turn on the alarm tonight. Mr. Tucker will take us tomorrow morning for school.

Kira nodded, “English Miku, you know we are supposed to speak English.” Miku rolled her eyes and shrugged. She wasn’t loving the mixed vegetables and planned on sharing some cookies with Chunk when her sister and Mr. Tucker disappeared.

Sure enough, after finishing the small amount of homework the American schools gave out Mr. Tucker appeared from his office. Normally he was all smiles, telling Kira it was time to work on their “Project” and she’d prance off. This time he was very solemn, and made no mention of anything, just grabbing a beer and heading out to the back porch.

Kira seemed to deflate where she sat. Miku was curious what had changed so suddenly but the agreement she had with Mr. Tucker kept her mouth shut. Kira looked at her sister uncertainly, expecting the questions to start and curious when it didn’t come. She shook her head, seemingly making a decision and got up from the table, following Mr. Tucker out the door.

While Miku wasn’t going to ask, she was definitely going to snoop and try and listen. It was a little sister’s duty to snoop. “And watch” the evil voice in her mind snickered. She tried to shake the thought out of her head as she shuffled to the door, peering around the corner without exposing herself.

Dan was sitting on a deck chair, facing away from her watching sun set over his woods, with Kira knelt down beside him, hands on his arm. She was obviously pleading for his attention, which he refused to give to her. He didn’t even look over at the young women as they spoke in quiet tones that Miku could barely make out.

“I gave you a choice ... consequences of...”

“Please, you know I ... can not do...”

“Doesn’t matter ... can’t pick and choose what...”

“I will ... any thing you say...”

Miku scurried to the table when Mr. Tucker got up. The conversation became audible again, and she popped the silent earbuds in, bobbing her head like music was pumping through them. Her sister and the man paused seeing her at the table but the ruse paid off as they lowered their voices and continued through the kitchen.

“Should have known you weren’t ready for this level of commitment.”

Kira whimpered, trying to hold his hand as walked ahead of her, “I am ready. I promise, I will prove it.” her voice cracked as she whimpered, “Just tell me what to do.” Mr. Tucker finally stopped, turning to look her dead in the eye.

“This is the only second chance I give, do you understand?”

Miku’s sister nodded like an eager puppy. Hands swiped up across her tanned face, wiping tears out of her eyes and straightening her hair back behind her ears. She stood expectant like the man was going to tell her to bark like a dog and she wanted to be ready.

“Fine.” Mr. Tucker looked over at Miku, checking to make sure she wasn’t listening. Miku doubled down on looking preoccupied but she got the feeling she wasn’t fooling the hulking man that stood over her sister. “Then we’ll go ahead and move shooting to the garage. I fixed a box for you in there, go get changed and I’ll get the camera from the studio.”

Kira nodded and darted off towards the garage. Mr. Tucker eyed Miku once more before departing, leaving Miku alone in the kitchen. She waited a few moments before crawling up on the counter to retrieve the poorly hidden cookies on the top shelf. At the crinkle of plastic, her partner in crime came padding into the kitchen and the girl and the dog shared several cookies.

She was caught red handed, feeding Chunk a cookie by her sister. They both stared at each other, the younger breaking the “No Feeding Chunk Snacks” rule, and the eldest every modesty rule their mother had drilled into them. Miku eyed Kira’s Race Girl tube top, barely up to the momentous task of holding her breasts in and mini skirt no more than a belt and ridiculous heels poking out of the small box she carried. Kira blushed but eyed Miku’s slobber covered hand.

Neither spoke, both acknowledging that they had both been caught but neither wanted to talk about it. The moment lasted only a split second, but it changed something in their relationship instantaneously. Before, Miku would have taken a loss to ensure Kira was in trouble too, but in that look an agreement to let the other do what they would was established.

Miku slowly pulled another cookie out of the bag, to which Kira smiled and continued on her way. Throughout the entire exchange, Chunk never let his gaze waiver from the cookie box.

After a few more forbidden cookies, chunk moaned in doggy protest as Miku put the box back into the cupboard. The small girl hopped down and scratched his head, “Don’t worry, I don’t think you are fat. More cookies tomorrow?”

Seeing that treats and pets were over, Chunk wandered through his doggy door to go patrol the fence line leaving Miku once again alone. She hesitated for less than a minute before the little voice in her head said, “Why are you trying to trick yourself? You know you are going to go peep on Mr. Tucker having sex with Kira.”

Miku was done resisting and, as silently as possible snuck towards the garage. Mr. Tucker had a big house and the hallway that led to the garage door was always dimly lit. Luck was on her side today as the door wasn’t completely closed, being open just enough for Miku to peer through.

Bright camera lights illuminated the garage and flashes occasionally lit the hallway through the cracked door. Kira was splayed over the top of an expensive looking sports car, cleavage hanging out as Mr. Tucker took pictures of her. He called for her to look back at him and Miku realized Kira had no panties on. What type of pictures were they taking now? Usually the clothes stayed on on until the camera went away.

Kira was trying her best to seduce Mr. Tucker as he clicked away from behind the camera. Usually the second he had enough pictures, he stalked over and ripped away whatever she was wearing, working her body into a lather of lust and finally fucking her until her legs needed time to support her weight again. She especially loved when he kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobes as his fingers teased and tapped her clit, big hands forcing her legs to remain apart.

Her begging conversation with him to give her a second chance hadn’t worked as well as she hoped. She had pleaded desperately for a chance to prove herself and her devotion to being his girl. He had told her this was her one chance, and she refuse to lose the one thing that was bringing her happiness in life.

“Kira, come.” Dan crooked his finger at her and she immediately stumbled her way to him, not used to the 4” heels he had her wearing. She stood submissively in front of the big man, eyes up pleading for approval. The box he had her bring into the garage was sitting on a stool behind him and he reached in pulling out something familiar.

The device looked like a silver turnip, that flared out on the top with a flat end. This one had a little ring protruding from the top and he help it up to her. The small finger sized ring stood off the flattened side. “Suck on it, get it wet like it’s my cock.”

He simply held the device and she looked at him curiously but did not hesitate to lean forward, taking the proffered device between her lips. She had learned that most times he didn’t allow her to use her hands while using her mouth on his cock. She sucked and slobbered on the cold metal, before he pulled it back out of her mouth. A thin line of drool dripped off the pointed tip as he held it up for inspection.

“Good, now turn, bend over and grab the stool, legs straight.” He motioned to the stool behind him and she shivered with anticipation. The last time she had gotten these commands, he had shown her what edging was, and while it was frustrating beyond belief, the final ecstasy was beyond anything she could replicate on her own.

She complied, gripping the stool tightly, eyes unfocused as she took deep breaths. She felt him position himself behind her and yelped as something cold and wet pressed itself into her ass. She opened her mouth to protest but realized if she did she would be told to leave and not come back. Instead of the protest, she gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the tool.

Mr. Tucker had paused at her yelp, waiting for the complaint and when it didn’t come he continued to press the device into her butt. It was painful for sure, but she was glad it wasn’t his penis as that would have broken her for sure. The pressure surged and she did her best to hang on and not escape.

SMACK! His hand swatted her ass cheek. She yelped again and her entire body flinched in the surprise as the sharp sting turned into heat on her buttock. The flinch had distracted her against contracting her ass against the invader and it popped fully into her. The stretching pain suddenly faded as her sphincter constricted around the thin metal, locking it in place. Kira let out a nervous laugh of relief. It felt very strange inside her, like needing to go the bathroom, but cold and foreign at the same time.

“Good, now stand up and get back into position.”

She wobbled back up, the butt plug feeling awkward and making the heels even harder to walk in. With a whimper, she staggered awkwardly back over to the car looking at Mr. Tucker for the slightest hint of approval. She had taken the thing into her butt without any complaint, but his tone hadn’t changed at all. He still watched her, seemingly detached and uninterested.

He started snapping more photos, directing her through poses. Each position she was in, exposed the silver ring of the butt plug a little more, until he actually directed her to bend over, pulling her cheeks apart. She felt the shame of the disgrace, the heat rising to her face as he took pictures of her looking like a whore. She didn’t feel sexy anymore, she felt like a slut.

After a few moments he grimaced and walked over, pushing her over the car. It wasn’t very rough, but she lost her balance regardless, falling onto the hood exposing, butt in the air like a bitch in heat. He reach forward and without warning pulled the butt plug out. It was much faster than putting it in and it came out with a small popping sound. She whimpered as he pressed it back against her anus, which hadn’t closed quite all the way yet.

Her whimpering increased in volume as he pressed the flared metal into her once again, leaving it for a few moments, before pulling it back out. He repeated the motion 5-6 times before making a satisfied noise.

“Stay.” He commanded. He left Kira, ass in the air, breasts smashed across the hood of his car and returned to the box on the stool behind him. Her puckered asshole once again struggled to close around the device intruding into her virgin backside.

He returned and popped the butt plug out of her ass. With cold detachment, he placed it in front of her lips. “You got it dirty, clean it.”

Her voice came out in a whimper, “That ... that has been in my...” He pulled the device out of her eyeline and walked to the side of the car crouching down and looking her in the eye.