The interior of the stretch Lincoln was plush black leather. The air was frigid and it felt exhilarating after the humid midday heat. The car smelled faintly of foreign tobacco and ultra expensive perfume.
The sudden darkness made me nearly blind for a moment but there was no mistaking the contours of the woman who sat across from me.
"Hello, Jaime," she said warmly in her softly Spanish accented English as her driver, a giant black-suited Spaniard, shut the car door behind me.
"Aunt Vivian," I acknowledged from the rear-facing jump seat. "How did you find me?"
"In Kenwood?" she laughed, "It wasn't difficult. What would you be doing in this part of town, I wonder?"
"I guess you'd know Chicago, wouldn't you?"
"Why would you say that?" she asked defiantly.
I replied with a grin: "Your reputation precedes you."
She smiled back at me and looked me over; I took the opportunity to do the same to her.
I felt the intense jealousy I'd always felt for my Uncle John tick up a notch. How could he have ever convinced a woman like Vivian to marry him?
She'd been a fashion model in Buenos Aires in her youth. Her father's connections to organized crime had given her notoriety; her beauty had given her the tabloid headlines and the opportunity to get famous. Time had been extremely kind to her. Her celebrity may have faded but not her looks ... and certainly not her notorious reputation.
"Good! Then I don't have to be vulgar and threaten you now, do I?" she said with a sly grin.
Her hair was long, still raven black, twin braids tumbling down either side of her face to frame her almond eyes. Her lips were full and soft looking, no age lines to mar them. Even her full natural breasts defied nature and remained as perfect as any woman could hope for.
I took in the classy long brown legs stretching from beneath the hem of her short black slip dress, letting my eyes follow the curves of her thighs and calves until they reached her thin elegant ankles and the ankle-high boots she wore.
Unlike her daughter, Ginny, Aunt Vivian apparently liked jewelry. She wore large Andean style turquoise and Lapis earrings and a thin diamond drop necklace dripping with diamonds ... money, money, money. She was dressed for an evening out ... not business.
"How 'bout them Cubs? World Series for sure, huh?" I asked to fill the silence.
She smiled at me like she would an obnoxious child. I ignored her; I guess I was beginning to develop a tolerance for disdain, maybe even asking for it, it only seemed fitting considering the mess I was in.
"Drive North, Andreas," Vivian said into an intercom mounted near the rear window.
I let my eyes resume wondering over her exotic features, a bounty of races blended into a glorious genetic soup, the mixture somehow creating the beauty she wore like a crown.
I drank it in, seeing her daughter Ginny in every nuance of her features. She had managed to pass on all of her best qualities to her daughter in abundance ... despite my prick Uncle's contributions.
We pulled out onto the interstate before she spoke again.
"How have you been?" she asked.
"Fantastic."
How did she think I'd be?
"Really?" she asked, her tone suspicious.
"How's Ginny?" I asked about her daughter mainly to deflect her question.
"I'd have thought you'd ask about your sister first," she responded.
"Touché!" I laughed.
The last time I'd seen my sister, I'd literally fucked her stupid, in the very chapel she was getting married in a few hours before she was to take her wedding vows. I hadn't taken it easy on her body - or the dress. Vivian had been the one to put Tabby back together in time for the ceremony ... to cover for our incestuous indiscretion.
"But, since you asked about my dear Genevieve," Vivian continued, "I will tell you that she has ... changed. She is nearly as much of a wreck as you are. Her scores are suffering terribly and she is unruly, though unlike you she's managed to keep up appearances."
I'd spent Tabby's Honeymoon fucking Ginny in a suite Vivian had rented for her in Vegas for the wedding. I wasn't sure if Vivian knew about that - but chances were that she did - and chances were that this surprise visit was a result of it.
"I got news for you; Ginny's always been unruly."
She lit a long brown cigarette and blew the sweet smoke at me. It definitely wasn't entirely tobacco.
"It came to my attention that you are having troubles as well ... me picó la curiosidad."
I hadn't found the will to go back to my classes after Tabby's wedding and I'd passed the time steadily spending my dwindling college fund on strings of very cheap strippers and very expensive booze.
Vivian was 'connected' after all - it made sense that she'd have had me checked out.
"Don't we all?"
She shifted in the seat and handed the 'cigarette' to me. The top of the dress was severely low and her bare breasts were plainly visible from different angles when she moved. I didn't try to hide my leers as I puffed.
"As for Tabatha," she took it back and puffed again before passing it back to me, "She's doing well and fulfilling her marriage vows."
She paused to gauge my reaction. I put on a poker face and waited for the punch line.
"I hear the guy she married is the largest shareholder in Tomler Oil. That was a good score for her." I had to say it. The hurt had made me angry and seeing Vivian only brought the intensity of it all back into sharp focus.
"She's going to have a little girl," she smiled like a cat, "Did you know that?"
There it was.
"I didn't think that old fucker would have any good sperm left." I said sarcastically to cover the sudden intense pain that shot across my chest.
"Not likely," she replied, watching me again. "but I'm sure that yours are healthy."
"You don't mean ...?" I couldn't finish the sentence.
"I'm positive."
Vivian was implying that I was the child's father.
"Don't worry ... she's fine."
She put a hand on my knee to calm me, anticipating my question.
"Tests were done. She will be smart, beautiful, and happy. Not to mention that she will grow up to inherit considerable wealth ... we should all be so lucky."
"You can tell all that from tests these days, huh?"
Vivian grinned at my jest. At least she had a sense of humor.
My heart fluttered in an intoxicatingly strange mixture of joy, pride, and fear as the reality began to sink in. I'd never imagined I'd father a child with my own sister - although now that I considered it ... neither of us had gone particularly far out of our way to prevent it either.
"She has already chosen a name for her ... Vivian! Isn't that sweet?"
"A phone call would have sufficed," I said, feeling a tingling sensation creep up the back of my neck and a wave of chemical euphoria slide across the back of my eyes ... definitely not just tobacco.
She blew the smoke at me again.
"You understand that my family has some interest in her well being?"
She meant her Father's side of the family.
"And an interest in keeping me away from her. I got it, okay?" I tried to hand the cigarette back to her but she waved me away, "That's why you put Ginny on to me."
"You think I'm so wicked?" she asked, "Do you believe that I would I put my own daughter in such an awkward predicament?"
"You wouldn't?"
"You are mistaken," she looked out the dark tinted window, "As you pointed out ... Ginny has never been under my control."
I shrugged; I guess now I could believe that Ginny fucked me because she wanted to.
"Now the question I have to ask you is this: What do I need to do to help us get past all of this ... nonsense between the three of you?"
"I'll give you three guesses," I taunted her; I never was able to pass up a chance to be an asshole.
She flipped her perfectly tended hair over her shoulder and absently let her legs fell open a bit, treating me to a view of some of the most sexy flesh in the Western Hemisphere.
"I need to know," she insisted, "what I can expect from you."
I didn't have anything to lose so I went for broke.
"Spread your legs like that a little more and I'll show you."
She looked at me like she would a puppy that'd just pissed on the carpet.
"Not what I was hoping for," she stated, "I thought we could be friends after I've brought you such wonderful news."
"Ignorance is bliss."
"True," she shrugged and pointed at an ashtray in the handle of the door; "You've had enough of that ... It has certain effects in high doses."
I leaned over and stubbed out the smoke and looked up her dress in the process.
"And enough of that," she laughed and crossed her legs demurely.
"Why are you toying with me?" I asked abruptly, paranoia creeping around the edges of the cottony comfort trying to smother my brain stem.
"What do you mean?" she asked coyly and twirled a braid through her fingers, her gaze a smoky sensual look so well practiced and so subtle that it almost looked innocent.
"It wasn't necessary for you to travel half way around the world to tell me I'm the father of Tabby's baby now, was it?"
"Perhaps."
"No, I think you want to know what I got that makes your girl so fucking crazy. Maybe you want to try a little bit of this action too?" I suggested.
I don't know why, but I was determined to piss her off, throw her off whatever game she was trying to play with me.
"Maybe I should put you out of my car?" she replied.
"You won't, though. Will you?" I laughed.
"I wouldn't?" she challenged in return.
"Then you'd never get what you came for."
"You are a child," she said abruptly, "I gave you too much credit."
"Seriously, why are you fucking with me, Vivian?" I asked again.
She reached for the com but I grabbed her wrist and twisted her face up to mine.
I don't know why I was suddenly so angry. Maybe the drug, maybe the fury I felt at my Sister's betrayal of our love, maybe the perverted lust for my slutty Cousin that consumed me and kept me awake at night?
I pulled her close and glared into her eyes.
"Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you too!"
"¡Basta ya!" she warned.
"Let's get it over with so I can get back to the bar before Happy Hour, alright?"
She had different ideas.
She twisted her body away from my grip and pulled my arms straight in the process. Before I could think to react, she suddenly and gracefully wrapped her legs around my arms and head so tightly that I heard cracking noises in my skull.
"¡Perro!" she spat, before releasing me by kicking me back into my seat with one solid thrust of her sharp heel to my ribs.
My mind reeled and I felt a sudden need to throw up ... I hoped it was the smoke and the beer I'd drank for breakfast and not new brain damage from her leg hold on my cranium.
I rubbed my chest and grinned at her to disguise the embarrassing fact that she'd just kicked the shit out of me.
She laughed a gentle practiced laugh at my discomfort.
"Let's try again, shall we?" she asked in a tone that implied the request was an order.
"I'd rather not."
We were back where we'd started.
"Look at me, Jaime."
I didn't see anything better to look at so I obliged her.
"I came here because ... because we are family," she said, placing a finger tip under her chin - another model's pose, "and my daughter is upset."
"Bullshit," I replied, "You came here because you're bored and you thought that waltzing into my life on a pretext and toying with me would be amusing ... Ginny pulls the same shit, and now. I see where she gets it from."
She leaned forward and put her elbows on her knees: "You are cruel!"
"I'm cruel?" I leaned forward too so that our faces were only a few inches apart, "Do you know the pain I feel every moment of every day knowing I can never have what I need?" I looked down, "You have everything, mansions, cars, and now you've even manage to take my sister from me!"
She reached out and tipped my chin up. Her deep brown eyes were quizzical, almost analytical.
"I know you put her up to marrying that old fucker!" I accused her.
"You are very dramatic," she said, "like your Mother."
"Fuck you!" I spat and tried to turn my head.
She jerked my head back to force me to look into her eyes again.
"Is this how you treated my daughter?"
I looked down at my hands in guilt.
"¡Hola!" Vivian gasped, "It's true then," she let my face go and sat back, "¿Cómo sucedió?"
What could I say? I was rebounding from my sister at the time.
"Is that so wrong?" I asked.
"¡Minga! You are related!"
"Not really ... I mean a little, right? I hear cousins get married all the time."
"You don't know anything about her!" She looked out the window, "Neither of you really understand what complications you could have ... created."
I leaned back and feigned a relaxed pose - Vivian knew I'd knocked up my sister and now she was worried I'd knock up Ginny too.
"I don't want to know anything about her I don't already know ... she's too much to handle as it is."
"You will ... but for now, I am owed an answer to my question."
"I told you," I said sitting back up to run my fingertips up her thin soft calves, "Spread your legs and I'll show you."
She leaned forward and placed her hands over mine but she didn't exactly resist my caresses. As a matter of fact, she shifted slightly on the bench seat so that her legs fell open again, the dress sliding between her long brown legs.
"You are persistent," she observed. "Aren't things complicated enough for you?"
I felt my adrenaline pump in my chest. Being this close to her was very intense and the drug only heightened the sensation.
"I like complicated," I insisted.
Her breathing quickened noticeably and she leaned forward so that our cheeks touched.
"I don't!" she stated emphatically.
"I don't believe you."
"I can fix a lot of things, Jaime, but I can't fix everything," she said softly into my ear, her cheek pressed into my brow, the cool stone of the giant earring a stark contrast to her warm soft skin against my own.
"I can't fix what's happened between you and the girls already - but I need to keep this from spinning any further out of control."
"Who's askin' you to fix anything?"
Vivian pulled away abruptly and rubbed her forehead as if I was giving her a headache.
I tried to pursue her but she stopped me with a palm to my chest.
"¡Que Dios me ayuda!" Her face twisted in anger, "How can I convince you ...!"
I took another chance and pulled her back to me by the shoulders so that I could kiss her luscious lips this time - my inhibitions a long lost memory.
She didn't resist for a few blissful moments but eventually regained her composure enough to gently push me away again.
"Perhaps ... we can compromise just a little," she offered.
"Who's being complicated now?" I asked amusedly.
She glanced away ... I brushed the braids from her face and smiled impishly at her.
Her hair shimmered from the green glow of the com LED and I felt the chemical wave of euphoria spread from my eyes down my spine and into my chest. My mood shifted a bit and I shivered.
She studied my eyes - I could tell she could see how badly I was starting to tweak.
She took my hands in hers and guided them back to her silky smooth thighs.
"So soft," I muttered.
She sighed in resignation and looked out the window again.
"Maybe you were right after all," she suggested, absently running her bright red fingertips up my arm. "Maybe I came here because I really do want to ... to get to know you better."
"What is it with the women in my family?" I asked rhetorically.
Her eyes lit up in amusement.
"It hasn't really been so terrible has it?"
I thought about it for a moment.
"Yes, it has."
"Are you sure?" she purred, reaching between my legs and brazenly clutching my penis, placing her cheek to mine again. Her soft breasts pressing into my chest.
I wasn't expecting her to pounce on me like that and I shuddered at the feel of her body against me.
"Not anymore," I admitted.
"I see," she chuckled, running her fingers along my shaft as if measuring it as it twitched behind the denim barrier of my jeans.
"That's fortunate because I do need you, Jaime."
"Ha! I knew it!"
She chuckled into my ear.
"Not quite what you imagine I meant but... I do need you to help me."
"Go on," I urged.
"In payment, I will help you to make your life more manageable again - for your sake," she took my earlobe between her teeth and tugged, "And for the girls' sake as well."
"Sounds nice," I muttered, as my reasoning evaporated and she gently kissed my neck behind my ear.
Her hair smelled like fresh rain.
"What do I have to do, then?"
She pulled away from me and grasped my hands tightly to stop me from caressing her magnificent legs.
"¡Muy Bien!" she laughed, "Now, you see? Isn't it much more pleasant for you to play nicely with me?"
"Yes," I admitted reluctantly. She'd managed to twist me around with a mere few soft touches and now I was at her mercy, literally starving for more.
She resumed gently caressing my bulge and I resumed running my hungry fingers up her thighs.
"You will work for me."
"I don't need money," I informed her.
"I can promise you that you will get ... whatever you may need."
She looked into my eyes meaningfully and I knew that she meant it.
"Do we have a deal?"
"Deal," I stated.
She reached back into a pouch mounted below the intercom and pulled a packet of papers from it. She tossed them onto my lap where they teetered on the point of my straining bulge for an awkward moment before I could react to catch them.
Vivian lit the smoke back up as I leafed through the packet.
My Passport; plane tickets; traveler's checks; and a credit card.
"I took the liberty of picking up some things for you."
"Where am I going?"
"Far away."
"So, I'm being exiled," I laughed.
"In a manner of speaking," she said quietly.
"It won't make a difference," I told her, "Ginny's gonna do what Ginny does."
"Not with you," she laughed softly in return and resumed kissing my neck, unzipping me and freeing my cock from my jeans.
"We'll see about that," I teased.
"I have another need now, Jaime," she whispered, pushing me away sharply and sitting up to slide the slip dress over her head.
She was displayed before me, clad only in a shear black thong and the retro boots. I felt my cock jerk in animal anticipation and precum ooze out of the tip, my balls clenched and my adrenaline coursed through my veins.
"Do you want to know what it is?"
I was seeing Vivian as I'd always wanted to ... prayed that I would one day. She looked the way thousands of young men had imagined her when they jacked off to her photo spreads in Spanish Language fashion magazines.
"I need you to get on your knees, Jaime."
I dropped to the cab of the car between her knees like I was pulled down; already her willing supplicant.
"It would please me to know that you will respect me," she placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face between her legs.
I rubbed my cheek along her inner thigh reveling in the warmth and silkiness of her dark skin. I inhaled the fragrance of her panties. A floral body wash subtly blended with the musky scent of her arousal.
"Do you want to please me?" she asked.
I gazed up at her from between her legs and nodded enthusiastically.
"Show me," she ordered.
I kissed and nibbled my way from the light coffee cream of her inner thighs to her moist sheer black thong. It was dotted with embroidered pink roses in a heart shaped pattern over her fat luscious mound.
Her long sexy legs wrapped around my head again, squeezing the rough pattern into my lips. She thrust her hips at me and jammed her cunt into my face brutally while pulling me into her lap by leveraging her grip on my skull.
want pleasing me to please you," she stated.
I soldiered on and shouldered my way lower between her legs, forcing her to spread her legs even farther apart so that her pussy smeared the sheer material of her thong with her juices as her luscious dark lips parted behind the transparent veil.
Her magnificent thick bald Vulva and the petals of her Labia were clearly visible through the material and I was so determined to get to her slick hot musky hole that I tore the fabric with my teeth, plunging my tongue into her like a machine while steadily working her stiff little nubby clit with my upper lip.
She moaned and pressed her hands against the roof of the Lincoln and lifted her ass to meet each thrust of my lapping tongue.
"I want you to want to please me."
She made the mistake of leaving enough room for me to slip my hands under her ass and I took full advantage of it, probing at her asshole with my thumb, trying to work her ass a little loose so I could jam it into her - just as I had her daughter.
"That's good!" she said and slowly rocked her hips against my face to the rhythm of my lashing tongue.
Another wave of hedonistic pleasure washed across me ... amplified by the smoke still filling the car and the dirty words my Aunt muttered as I worked her beautiful cunt with my lips and tongue.
My tongue wasn't nearly as large and satisfying as my cock would have been but the ferocity of my lashing sent her rocking into an orgasm that made her alternate between freezing like a statue and grinding at my face as she whimpered in fragments of Spanish.
"Che devino! I'm cumming!" she gasped, "Mi pequeño petero ... I'm going to cum in your mouth!"
She finally, unconsciously, loosened her sphincter enough for me to get my thumb in her ass, just as she started to reach her climax.
She grabbed my head and ground out her orgasm on my face and for a moment it occurred to me that this pussy was the very place that Ginny had met the world twenty years ago ... that thought only made me more determined to please my Aunt and drove me more wild as I doubled my attack on her pussy and ass bringing her back to orgasm in several quick successive bouts.
"¡Eso es ... correcto ... aspíreme ... lick me ... fucking petero ... lick my fucking clit!"
When she was done, she pulled me out from between her legs and kissed me hungrily; licking her own juices from my face, smearing her carefully crafted makeup in the process. Her hips continued to roll against my pelvis in the pleasurable aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Now," I said, standing as best as I could in the confined space and pointing my cock at her sexy mouth, "It's my turn."
"Indeed!" She acknowledged, wiping perspiration from her brow with the back of her hand.
I wrapped my hands in her hair and guided her head down as she slid my cock slowly between her full sexy lips ... teasingly taking me slowly into her mouth.
The hot, wet, velvet pleasure was indescribable and the look she gave me as she took it all and still didn't gag was fucking CLASSIC!
"So good," I moaned.
She looked up at me and moaned seductively around my cock in return, causing my nerves to vibrate down both of my legs, making me shudder again.
"I want to fuck your mouth," I begged.
She nodded and held her head still so I could find my own rhythm but she also continued to massage the spongy tip with her tongue as I slowly pumped my hips.
She used her tongue and lips to increase the pleasure, twisting her tongue around the head of my dick as her fat puckered lips grasped and stimulated it on each back stroke.
She wrapped her fingers loosely around my shaft and squeezed gently on each stroke ... making each thrust as pleasurable as possible.
"Can you handle it?" I asked her sarcastically as my nuts convulsed, the incestuous taboo excitement pushing me to the edge.
She rolled her eyes at me contemptuously and opened wide.
"Okaaaaaay!" I roared furiously jerking my meat as the cum surged, dramatically arcing in thick clear streams to splash across her perfect white teeth and lips, pooling onto her tongue only to drip in a steady stream onto her chest and perfect teardrop creamy brown tits.
She smacked my hand away and tugged on my cock until the last few spurts dribbled onto her chin as I moaned and pressed my back into the roof of the limo so hard the metal creaked. The sensation of her hand tugging my dripping cock was so intense it was fucking painful.
With a dramatic gulp she swallowed the jizz that remained in her mouth and let my softening cock loose from her grip. Strings of cum continued to drain from me ...dripping onto the metallic grey carpeting of the cab.
"Try more Mangos and Papaya in your diet, Okay?" she advised, wiping her lips and chin with her fingers and licking them clean in the process.
Most girls had to choke down a wad of cum like that but Vivian had succeeded in making it look like an almost pleasant experience ... a true actress.
"This is Chicago!" I laughed, "Mangos on pizza? Not fucking likely!"
I fell back into the seat. She slipped out of the ripped panties and straddled me, rubbing her steamy bald pussy up and down my shaft, expertly drawing it back to full strength with the caress of her slick hot cunt.
"You're tired already?" she asked sarcastically.
"Not by a long shot," I replied grinding my hips so that my cock slid between her engorged Vulva and along her steaming dripping hole as it incrementally ticked back to alert status with each pounding heartbeat.
Her lips were next to my ear again; her perfect tits and luxurious dark nipples were bare against my chest. I could feel her hard nipples sliding against mine through the T-shirt I wore.
"I need you to listen very carefully to me," she said in a low measured tone.
"Okay," I knew she had me where she wanted me now; my will was completely broken.
"You work for me now," she stated, "and doing this job is very important to me ... and to our family."
"Got anymore of that smoke?" I asked
"You'll have everything you'll ever need," she assured me, "as long as you continue to play nice."
"You can count on it!" I promised, the most sincere promise I'd ever made.
"You start today," she stated and abruptly pulled off of me, gracefully dropping back into the seat across from me.
"You're gonna leave me like this?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes," she said, "Stay a little hungry; it will serve you well."
She scooped the cum that had pooled between her sexy brown tits and in her navel off of herself with a few tissues and casually tossed the soaked wad and her ripped thong into a receptacle mounted on the passenger side door.
"I thought I already started," I asked, massively disappointed that our fun was so obviously over after she'd just got me worked back up.
"Not quite," she replied, then shook out her dress and slid it back on over her head.
I watched her intently as she smoothed out the dress and attempted to straighten her hair in the reflection of the darkly tinted window.
Something came over me then - I wasn't going to let her shut me down like that ... I pounced at her and pushed her down sideways in the seat using my superior weight to overwhelm her before she could get another leg lock around my head!
"Jaime!" she cried out in surprise.
I twisted my fingers in her long silky hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back and spread her legs to ease the pressure. I grabbed the folds of the flimsy dress and pulled it up sliding myself into her and dropping down on her so she was pinned beneath me, her head pressed into my chest as I ground at her luscious steamy cunt.
She didn't resist, she just relaxed her body and waited patiently for me to finish, resigned to the fact that I was in control of her now and that I was going to fuck her whether she allowed it or not.
It didn't take long.
"Oh shit!" I cried out involuntarily as I jerked and spasmed suddenly.
Vivian grabbed my hair in her turn and pulled me away easily with her left hand, reaching between us with her right to jerk my cock out of her just as I came, splashing it across her flat brown stomach.
"¡Eso sí que no!" she laughed, "You have enough children!"
She looked down and watched intently as I released spurt after spurt of ejaculate onto her belly.
When the orgasm finally sputtered to an end, she milked the tip of my penis to keep the last few dwindling spurts from dripping onto her pussy.
"Are you satisfied now?" she asked.
I just looked down at her and grinned stupidly ... if she was mad at me for forcing her, she wasn't acting like it.
She let go of my hair and checked her watch.
"Time for you to go," she informed me.
"Can't I stay with you a little longer?" I asked hopefully. "We're becoming such good friends!"
"Get off of me, Jaime," she ordered.
I sat up just in time to see the signs for the departure areas of O'Hare as we passed under them through the tinted rear window.
"I didn't pack," I told her.
"You can buy whatever you may need," she reminded me.
"Where am I going?" I asked her, flopping back into my seat to pull my boxers and jeans back up.
"Japan," she stated. "I have people there."
"What?"
"Créeme," she laughed and sat up to grab another handful of tissues to clean me off of her again, "you'll like Osaka, Jaime."
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Andreas must have been Sixty years old, at least, but he jerked my suitcases out of the trunk of the Lincoln like they were weightless.
I observed his tattoos, markings I'd mistaken for real scars the first time I'd seen him, they were simulated claw marks running down each cheek.
"Come here often?" I asked just to see if I could get a reaction from the silent Spaniard.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a cell phone, and offered it to me.
"You'll like Osaka," he said.
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"You'll like Osaka," the hot little Japanese-American girl in the next seat over said to me as our airliner banked to maneuver into position for the approach to Kensai.
"What?" I asked and turned towards her, the first time I'd dared to look directly at her since we'd left San Francisco almost ten hours ago. "Sorry, I didn't hear you."
"Osaka ... you'll like it."
"Everyone says that."
"I've been going to University here for awhile and I absolutely love it."
Her body was so hot that it was distracting and I had to consciously try to not look down her tight shirt at the nice fat titties ballooning out of the sleeveless top.
"How do you know I don't live here already?" I asked.
She had giant brown eyes, a radiant smile and full sexy pouty lips ... the kind of face that makes men all over the world really like Asian women.
"I don't! I just couldn't think of a better ice breaker," she laughed nervously, "I'm sorry, I'm usually not so ... pushy!"
She looked down demurely and her cheeks glowed red.
"It's okay!" I acknowledged, "I like it."
Her hair was beautiful, silky black, the same shade as Vivian's. It slid around her bare brown shoulders like flowing grains of sand, reflecting the harsh overhead light in bands of shining obsidian.
She leaned closer and smiled up at me - grateful for the encouragement.
"So, you goin' to school here too?"
"No," I replied.
She slipped into the seat next to me so that we were shoulder to shoulder.
"Visiting relatives?" she asked jokingly, obviously referring to my ethnicity.
She had an air of unconscious sexuality about her - it was comforting and sad at the same time and it reminded me of a lot of things I liked - and of a lot of people I really missed.
"Not exactly," I answered.
"A Girlfriend?" she cocked her head in a pose of curiosity, "Wait! I know, you gotta little hangyoku girl at home, don't ya?"
"Hangyoku?" I asked, actually managing to say it right somehow.
"Y'know ... like a Geisha ... only younger!"
"That sounds nice actually," I chuckled, "I could go for some of that."
"Really?" she giggled her eyes widening in surprise at my honesty.
"Yes, really," I laughed, "But, if you really need to know why I'm here it's because ... I'm on a job for a South American cartel."
"Ooooh, a gangster! How exciting!" She pressed her soft fat titties into my bicep. "Tell me more!"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I stated.
She laughed in amusement.
"Besides, then I'd have to kill you," I warned, "and that would be a waste of a perfectly good hottie."
"Brother," she giggled, placing her hand on my forearm, her nails were long and manicured with beautiful intricate calligraphy etched in pearl, "you just might be surprised at some of the stories I could tell you."
"Better get started ... we're getting ready to land."
"We've got another hour at least!" She laughed a familiar laugh - the same carefree laugh my Sister had as a teen. I cringed at the comparison.
"God, I really hope you don't think I'm a slut ... but ... I gotta admit that I've been dyin' to talk to you for like hours, and fortunately, you turned out to be as cool as I thought you'd be!"
"Jaime," I said and held out my hand in greeting, "Jaime Fitzgerald."
She gripped my arm tightly and froze, the beautiful nails digging into my flesh.
"You're kidding, right?" she asked.
"No, why?"
She relaxed and took my proffered hand.
"Emiko," she said, her grin widening into an even more familiar smile.
"Emiko Fitzgerald."
"Chicago?" I asked.
"San Francisco ... but my Dad's from Chicago," she confirmed.
"That's weird, huh? Figure the odds."
She looked me in the eye and I could almost see her mind working over some sort of calculation.
"I got a place in the city," she said, "If you need somewhere to crash, I mean ... hotels ain't cheap in Japan ... shit, nothing is."
"Trust me; I can afford it."
She smiled and leaned back.
"Really? Are you sure?"
She ran her fingers through her magnificent hair making her beautiful fat tits stretch her shirt so far that her nipples nearly poked through the material.
"No," I lied, brazenly leering at her tits, "I think I like your offer after all."
"Cool! It's settled then!" she settled back into the seat so that she was pressed against me again. "You can shack up with me until you find another place."
"Shack up?" I laughed sarcastically, everything was becoming so weird the last few months that I'd begun to seriously doubt my own sanity.
"Sure! Why not? It's nice to have another American around," she giggled, "and I totally speak Japanese too!"
"How convenient," I observed.
"I take classes during the day and I work most nights ... you'd have the place to yourself most of the time anyway."
"Won't your boyfriend get pissed?" I asked.
She looked up at me as if she hadn't expected me to ask any questions.
"No, no boyfriend ... besides, we're family, right?" she countered.
"Kissing cousins?" I mused, cocking an eyebrow at her.
"You are so cuuuute!"
"Incest is best, I hear," I stated.
She squirmed in her seat and giggled.
"So what are you waiting for?" she asked.
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Emiko was a hot little minx and unlike most girls I knew, wanted to go anal right off the bat. I wasn't going to complain ... it just struck me as a little unromantic. Still, as far as new relationships go, it really wasn't such a bad way to start.
There wasn't a lot of room in the airplane's tiny shitter but we weren't in need of a whole lot of room anyway.
I pressed her soft little sexy body into the stainless steel of the sink, her hands smearing the mirror as I rocked her body back and forth, my cock buried to the hilt in her brown little asshole, her silky hair swaying side to side with the motion of our bodies, her shorts and panties bunched around her ankles.
She definitely wasn't an anal virgin and a part of me wondered absently how a girl so young could have become so experienced. Then again, my sister and cousin couldn't be much older than she was, and the two of them were far from inexperienced.
"Cum in my ass!" she cried, reaching between her legs to massage my balls with her fingers, "I want to feel it inside me!"
The sensation of her tight hot ass and the fingers rolling my testicles like a set of meditation balls sent me over the edge like a rocket and before I realized it - I was unloading a nut in her.
"Unnnnnnnngh!" I grunted with each forceful squirt of semen I dumped into her bowels.
She watched my reflection in the mirror, through the thin strands of black hair that fell across her eyes, and smiled a satisfied grin as she watched me squirming and sputtering behind her in the final throes of my climax.
The orgasm became so intense it became painful and I had to pull out of her, shaking the final drops onto her round little brown ass as I moaned.
She knocked me backwards by thrusting her ass at me to make room for herself to spin around, drop to her knees, and take my cock into her mouth.
I jerked and spasmed, tried to pull away from the intense pleasure/pain of the hot little pouty mouth and the probing tongue that sucked and licked her ass juices off of my shaft.
"You are so fucking hot!" I cried out in pleasure.
She smiled up at me and flicked the tip of her tongue over the very tip of my cock at a surprisingly high frequency eliciting another few moments of intense pain until finally I was in control enough of my own limbs to be able to reach down and pull her up into a kiss.
If she wasn't afraid to put my cock in her mouth after I'd just fucked her ass then I wasn't going to be afraid of sharing the moment with her.
"That's what I call 'Kissing Cousins'!" I said.
The plane made another sharp bank just then, the final approach, and we fell together against the thin aluminum wall of the bathroom.
"You're gonna like Osaka," she laughed into my lips as we tenderly kissed and she reached down to pull up her shorts. "I promise."
"Everyone says that."
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