My family background is a little complex, which is why I always made it a point to leave them out of my day to day conversation. I am the only child in the family, being a boy to the eldest son of my grandparents, I was showered with attention and love from my elders.
Do not confuse love and attention for having a lot of material goods, my family is not doing very well during my childhood. I always get hand me downs for toys and books back then. I usually spend my time getting sand all over my pants, scratches all over my arms at the playground beside the hdb that was owned by my grandparents. Toys were anything and everything that my mind could conjure up, from lids of cooking pans as a shield, to the bamboo stick as a spear.
I spend my time reading and re-reading the few books that was given to me by my cousins and whenever I had a chance to go to the library, I would max out the loan limit of everyone in the family. Despite my gramps poor command of English, they made it a point to spend some time with me on the books. When the books I borrowed started getting thicker, the time they sat beside me got shorter. Even though they left me to my books, they made it a point I always had a glass of water and a dish of fruits by my side.
Home was a 5 room point block in bedok. We are within walking distance to the central and everything we could possibly need is within a 10 minute walk away.
My parent’s employer is my grandparents.
Together they operate a fruit stall, clocking a 12 hour shift from 5am to 5pm.
They do not take a break unless it’s absolutely necessary when someone is really sick or when they wanted to visit relatives in Malaysia. There was no such thing as a holiday for hawkers. The food stops when your work stops.
From the time I could remember, I realized that on the 26th of December every year without fail, the fruits stall will be closed. My gramps and my mum will be at home while my dad disappears for the entire day, only returning home late at night.
There was no mentioning of where he went or what did he do. When I tried asking him where he was, he would only let on that he spent the day with an old friend. I asked the same question every year and the answer was always the same.
My dad would always replied with a smile in his eyes.
“An old friend”
I came back home one evening in 1995 to see my parents standing in the void deck as workers erect the canvas and set up the altar.
My grandfather left us on the 3rd of June 1995. Perhaps I did not really understand the meaning of death back then, I hardly cried but I felt sad.
Grandma was sad too I could tell, she spent her time on a plastic chair beside my grandfather’s coffin. There was tears in her eyes but always a gentle smile on her face. Her hands rested on the few belongings of my grandfather as my parents attended to the matters of the wake.
My grandmother joined him with a smile on her face on the morning of 3rd July 1995. I remembered touching her cold wrinkled skin that morning when I was woken up by my parents.
That was a sad year for us as my parents could hardly cope with the stall on their own but we scraped through.
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I saw the 3rd dead body when I turned 16. I remembered the day when I returned home from school only to see both my parents in the house, my dad’s face looked tired and his frowns and wrinkles were more pronounced than ever.
My mum just had her head lowered, looking at her feet after acknowledging me.
My dad’s old friend had just passed away.
After I changed, we made our way to Changi general hospital. The building was new, everywhere seemed sparkling clean and white. As we descended down the ramp to the mortuary, tears started to fall freely from my dad’s eyes.
I saw a woman around my mum’s age lying on the cold steel table. She looked pretty and kind despite the lack of colour on her face. I guess peaceful was the only word I could think of back then. The room was cold and quiet, the silence broken when I heard the heavy swing door opened behind us.
A girl in TPJC uniform entered the room. She walked calmly towards the table and started to cry.
She was around the same height as me. Her skin was tanned and they shined despite the lack of light in the cold room. I’ve always fancied girls with short hair. It was not a ugly bob, but cropped closely to resemble a guy yet there was no denying that she is a girl. I’ve seen a few tomboys before and I was pretty sure she did not fall into that category.
That was the first time I set my eyes on Sarah.
My mum led me out of the room into the waiting area. While we were alone, she told me that the lady who passed away was my dad’s wife from his first marriage. I sort of guessed that when I was in the room, it was not hard to put two and two together.
On 1st of May, 1999, 2 weeks after my dad’s first wife passed away, Sarah moved in with us.
My status as the only child in the family was taken away that day as I helped to shift the boxes into the spare room.
It was a weird feeling, I couldn’t put it down in words. After 16 years you suddenly realized that you had a elder sister. My parents were having trouble coping as well as they tried to sit me down and have a chat with me. I was never the rebellious youth some of my peers were, some say I’m a mummy’s boy but I didn’t care. I reassured my parents that I’m fine back then, just that I felt a little weird.
During the initial weeks, I tried to be friendly, I would smile and try to make conversation with Sarah but I was greeted with a cold look. I wanted to talk to my step sister but she seemed a little withdrawn. My dad made it a point to go to her room every evening before everyone sleeps to have a chat with her, hoping to get things back to a sense of normalcy.
Despite getting ignored by my step sister, I found myself getting more and more intrigued by this stranger who suddenly became family. I found myself stealing glances at Sarah most of the time when I was sure no one is looking.
From quick looks at her face, my eyes slowly drifted down south. I would try to memorise her schedule so i can get to see her returning from from school as she take the uphill walk to our place. Sometimes i would hide behide a pillar and just look at her after she got off the bus.
I was a late bloomer and I only started masturbating early that year. Sarah’s breast was always full and they looked so good whenever I manage to steal a quick look at them. I like it when she curled up her legs sideways to read in the living room, her toes looked small and cute.
I knew I was in trouble when the image of Sarah replaced the image of the girl I fancied in class when I was masturbating.
1999 was a stressful year as I had to deal with my ‘o’ levels and Sarah with her ‘A’, on top of that the entire family is having some difficulty bonding together. Despite attempts to talk to Sarah, my conversation did not seem to last long. A couple of questions about my work was my feeble attempt but she explained everything so clearly that i couldn’t think of anything more to ask.
The longest time we spent together was when we met each other at the library one weekend. I just sat down opposite her and we both nodded our heads just as an acknowledgement.
One particular day will always be etched deep in my mind. 26th November 1999.
It was Sarah’s birthday.
My mum made a simple dinner and we sang Sarah her first birthday song in the family. She smiled for the very first time, i’ve never seen her so relaxed before. Perhaps time do heal.
The light from the candles illuminated the bottom of her breast, casting a shadow upwards onto her face. That was all I could remember before she bent down to blow out the flames. Catching a glimpse of her white bra was enough to send a jolt of electric current down my pants.
After we had the cake, I went back to my sega console that was slowly being replaced by the up and coming playstation.
When Sarah took a seat beside me, I decided to try my luck and offer her the other control.
I was surprised when she actually took it and pressed start.
I was pretty confident as I chose my character, afterall I’m a huge mortal combat fan. I let off a series of attacks with my choice of fighter and I ended the 1st round in no time.
When the screen flashed ‘finish him’, I decided to show off my niffy moves and I ended the fight with a ‘friendship’ combo . As the colourful letters flashed across the screen, I shot a look at my step sister, she was looking at the manual and figuring out the controls.
Sarah initiated another round with another character. Perhaps I felt a little bad, I decided to go a little easy on her. She got off from the floor and sat on the chair, leaving her smooth legs running down beside my head.
I felt my fingers tremble a little when she crossed her legs, leaving her right feet inches from my face. I felt like kissing and smelling them.
I did not know whether is it the distraction of her legs or whether I was trying to catch a reflection of her in the TV screen but the next thing I saw was another flash of words asking Sarah to end my miserably life.
I felt the control land on my lap as Sarah got up after keying in the commands she wanted. As her hand ruffled through my hair to mess it up, I saw my character got turned into a ice popsicle, lifted into the air and broken into 2 as blood filled the screen.
I heard the TV go ‘ Fatality, flawless victory’ right when Sarah spoke to me.
Sarah : Try harder next time, little brother.
As I tried to straighten my messed up hair, I turned and saw Sarah disappear into her room. I just spoke into the empty corridor to no one in particular.
James : I definitely will.
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When i got up the next morning, i saw Sarah dressed and ready to go out. I was surprised and a little shock when she said she’s going to the library and if i would like to join her.
I must have looked a little too excited when i nodded my head quickly and rushed to wash up.
Walking to Bedok library together, we did not speak again until we finished a novel each around 2pm.
Sarah led the way and choose the location for lunch. As i watched her enter Macdonalds by the interchange, i realised that i did not have enough money for a meal. My wallet probably only had less than 4 dollars, my allowance of just $3 a day did not allow for fast food indulgence all the time. I was feeling a little uncertain as i considered telling her to go someplace else.
Sarah must have sensed my apprehension as she just put her hands around my shoulders and said.
Sarah : My treat.
Halfway through my meal, i asked her a taboo question.
James : How much is your pocket money ?
Sarah : That is a sensitive question James , let’s not go there.
I was curious how much my dad is giving her and i pressed harder, giving excuses that i’m just wondering if i would get the same amount when i advance to JC.
When Sarah put up all 10 of her fingers, i almost squished the burger i have in my hand.
31st December 1999.
It was hailed as the party of the millennium. There were advertisments all over for street parties, performances as we ursher in the new year. I knew Sarah will be out that evening with her friends as i heard her telling my dad that she’ll be back late that day.
I did not get invites to any parties in town, i got invites to a couple of chalets which i turned down, i prefered to be away from the crowds.
Sarah left the house that evening in a white tube and jeans.
My parents were out as well to catch up with some friends and i reassured them that i’ll be fine at home alone.
10pm, when the TV started broadcasting the countdown party in front of Ngee ann city, i got a little restless as i’m sick of the games console.
As i got myself a drink from the fridge, i noticed the opened door to Sarah’s room. I’ve only popped in a couple of times ever since she moved in, there is always someone at home all the time and that day was one of the rare occasion that it’s just me and the empty house.
I got up from the living room floor as i stretched a little. I felt a sudden rush of anxiety as i considered what i’m about to do. It’s just entering my step sister’s room, but somehow i felt nervous and excited at the same time. I definitely can’t explain the erection that i’m getting just thinking about it.
I switched on the lights as i take in the interior. Sarah’s bed has several pieces of clothing on them, she must have went through quite a few pieces before she decided on what she wanted to wear that evening.
Her desk is kept imaculately tidy, she has a collection of bookmarks standing in a big cup that has her college name printed on it. Her room just smell so feminine. Using my toes, i gripped the handle of the drawer which she kept her undergarments, i pulled it back to see her collection of bras and panties. I felt another sudden rush of excitement as i fan my fingers through them, feeling how soft they all were.
Snapping myself out of my nonsense, i took a quick sniff of her underwear and i felt the need to release myself in the bathroom.
Putting her stuff back where it was, i went out to the living room to see a couple of my favourite artiste performing and thoughts of masturbating to another image of Sarah was pushed aside.
I was surprised when i heard the key unlock the door right when it’s about to turn 12.
Sarah stumbled through the door , closing it behind her.
As i stood up, she vomitted onto the floor near the dining area before getting down on her hands and knees to spread her mess further.
The smell of her puke is gut wrenching as i quickly went to the kitchen to grab the mop and a pail. Apparently Sarah was still sober enough to continue her puking into the pail while i clean up the floor.
James : Are you ok ? What did you do ?
Sarah mumbled something about drinking before offering up another chunk of her dinner into the pail.
It took me a while to clean up the mess and i opened all the windows in the house to get rid of the smell. When Sarah emerge from the shower at 12.30am on the first day of the new year, i realised i had missed the countdown. She looked much better as she tried to dry her wet hair in the living room. As the water dripped onto her t-shirt, i noticed for the first time she did not have her bra on. I felt another rush of blood to my pants when the wet patch on her shirt increased the level of transparancy under the light.
When i saw the tiny peek of her nipples pushing at the wet patch of her tshirt, i almost came on the spot. So goes the weak mind of a teenager. Sarah must have realised my line of sight as she pulled her tshirt away from her body and stood up.
Sarah : Do me a favour James, don’t tell anyone what happened.
I only have the image of Sarah’s nipple in my mind as i nodded eagerly to my step sister.
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We had breakfast together as a family on the 1st day of the new year. Sarah broached the subject of her getting a jog while waiting for the results and was well received my our parents. The thought of getting a job did not cross my mind at all.
Sarah went on to list out a few restaurants that she will want to go to as a waitress and i realised the only one i’ve heard of was swensens.
I was in the midst of putting together a sales pitch to my parents to buy me a playstation when i got dragged into the whole working thing by Sarah.
Sarah : James should join me too. It would be good for him to learn something new.
I wanted to throw my chee chong fun at Sarah but she patted me on my lap.
Sarah : Don’t worry, i’ll take care of him.
I was not happy that i couldn’t just rest and enjoy my long break from studies but on the other hand i was bribed by a simple pat on my thigh.
And of course , the thought of spending a little more time with my step sister.
I am cheap.
James : Ermm. i could try.
Although we did talk a little more to each other, we are hardly considered close, but still i see it as an improvement to our relationship
2 Weeks later, i started work on the same shift with Sarah at the restaurant in our airport.
I adapted quickly to the going ons at the restaurant and when i received my first paycheck of about 950, i felt rich for the first time in my life.
I did not understand how come Sarah got 1.2k despite us working the same hours.
Pointing to the discrepencies in our pay, i asked her why the difference in our pay.
Sarah simply replied with a smile and another ruffling of my hair.
Sarah : It’s a secret.
My second paycheck of 850 arrived soon after and I did not bade an eyelid when i saw Sarah’s pay of 1250.
A couple of days earlier i had overheard the job agency agent that handles our payment confirm the time of his date with Sarah when he came down for dinner.
I hardly spend my earnings and Sarah was nice enough to take me out on our off days. Needless to say, she paid for the expenses. I wanted to ask if the job agent is her boyfriend but i did not. I figured that if she spents her off days taking me to the movies and dinner, she should not be dating anyone else.
We got our respective results in march of 2000 and we were both quite happy with what we achieved.
On 5th June 2000. I bought my first mobile phone with the money i saved. Nokia 3210.
Sarah got the same model as me 2 days later.
She came over to my room one evening and joined me on my bed. We were both on our bellies as we texted each other and trying to see who got the longest snake.
As the digital snake on my handphone screen got longer, i felt my snake down south got longer and more excited as well having Sarah so close to me.
I started my class in a polytechnic instead of a college. Sarah went to NUS.
We both had a bit of problem adjusting to the tertiary life, no uniforms, timings of lectures and tutorials are different. There was a lot more freedom.
Within a year of starting our tertiary education, we were both active on the dating scene. I’ve brought back several girls for dinner while only 2 guys manage to sit at the coverted seat beside her on the dining table.
My parents wasn’t that happy that i’m changing girlfriends at a rate of one every 2 months, certainly not too please that i brought them back for dinner after being together for a week or so.
It’s got to the point when my mum had to tell me to make up my mind before i brought anyone else back.
Sarah and i got closer during our tertiary days. We would talk about our relationships, what we did and what would our partners like. I asked her on the finer details of what to do to win a girls heart and when it’s her turn to ask about the men’s point of view, i always have the thought of sex on my mind.
As we got comfortable with each other, the complains about our respective partners grew, there always seems to be some characteristics that did not gel with our own. We would bitch about it, laugh about it. I would be texting Sarah on occasions when i’m out with my girlfriends.
She would be texting me whenever her boyfriend tried to be romantic when they just wanted to have sex.
Whenever Sarah had sex with a new partner, i would get the first scoop. She would come over to my room and we would talk about it excitedly. I’m always intrigued by her level of detail when she describe how her boyfriend manage to make her cum. From the hostel rooms to the empty lecture halls, Sarah tried them all.
I’ve had my fair share of sex as well with my girlfriends in poly, there was the sneaky touches at quiet bathrooms, the benches in the park, there was the close calls at shopping mall staircases and on the rare occasion, in my room.
Tertiary life came and went in the blink of an eye.
My enlistment to the army also marks the day Sarah broke up her longest relationship.
I ended my longest relationship of 6 months when i was in the army.
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For some weird reason she herself can’t explain, Sarah was single from the time i enlisted till she graduated. Every weekend when i booked out, she would be waiting for me at the entrance of my camp. We always greeted each other with a hug before catching a ride to town together.
None of my friends believed she is my sister. I did not want to go to the trouble of having to explain my family situation. I always just replied with a smile when they tried to ask more.
We would catch movies, have dinner, visit book stores, literally every avaliable minute was spent together. We grew close, but somehow back at home, there is this invisible barrier that seperates us, we still have to keep our distance from each other.
Sarah graduated from NUS in 2004 and started her first job 1 day before our prime minister announced the 5 day work week for all civil servants and a reduction in our national service.
I got a 2 months reduction and i was a free man on the evening of 3rd November 2003.
I waved my pink ic to Sarah who was waiting at the camp entrance as i approached the guard house.
Her arms slid around my waist as she took my ic and had a closer look at the boyish picture and laughed.
My step sister took me out to dinner that evening and we reached home in the wee hours of the morning holding each other’s hands.
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I landed my first job with my diploma on within 2 weeks.
That was when the troubles began.
Wahh. Cannot lah. The climax build up is making the tent in my pants.. rise. hehe. Love how you tease us with your vagueness, reserving all the detailing to the best parts. Carry on!
your stories are just sooo captivating , would love to meet the person behind the keyboard and thank you in person for constantly stimulating my mind with such strong stories and imaginations .
The week before i was due to start on my first job, Sarah took a day off work just to accompany to shop.
Perhaps deep down we are both aware that going down this path is wrong but somehow we are just too comfortable with each other. Sometimes i wonder whether is this the kind of sibling love couples go through after being together for a long time.
We left the house seperately that wednesday morning and we met at the mrt station. As i scanned the morning crowd for my step sister, i felt my spirits lift higher when i caught sight of her. Exiting the escalator, Sarah was dressed casually in a white tshirt and denim skirts. I saw the friendship band i braided for her at her ankle as her flip flops beat up the floor alongside the other commuters going to work.
We did not exchange any other greetings except a simple smile as we kept our hands together after we pass the gantry. The train was crowded but not to the point of getting squished up against the glass. I shielded Sarah from the pushing crowd when we were in the train, turning to face her and offering up my back instead to the boarding crowd.
As the train head west towards town, i looked down at my step sister which is now shorter than me. Her hair is no longer cropped short but has instead grown to a decent shoulder length. The random spots of acne which she use to have are all gone, leaving behind only small hints of scars, barely noticable unless you are really staring up close.
As we pulled into Lavender, a forceful jerk of the train brought Sarah’s hands to my waist, we exchanged looks as i leaned closer to her body and pressed myself against her for the first time. My step sister turned her head sideways and rest against my chest for a brief moment.
Instinctively, i brought up both my hands, rubbing down her exposed arms, asking if she is feeling cold but she just shook her head. Our fingers interlocked with each other as we exited the train and made a change to head towards orchard.
We spent the day shopping for some work clothes, every change of top or pants, Sarah expected me to open up the changing room door to show her how i look. Those that did not meet with her approval was chugged aside.
As i struggled with the bags, Sarah paid for all the shopping that came up to around 300.
I offered to transfer the amount to her account when i got back but she did a little jump and hooked her arms around my neck. I did not have the awful centre parting hair anymore for her to mess up, in place now is a simple crew cut that i grew to like when i was in the army.
Giving my ear a gentle pull, Sarah added.
Sarah : consider it a gift to my little brother.
After signing for another pair of shoes for me, we’re done for the day. Despite the multiple bags i was carrying, we spent the day around town, caught a movie, even had the time to head for a massage, compliments of Sarah.
It was an eventful day until the point we hard to part at the busstop near our place. Sarah went up first while i just sat down at the stop with all my shopping.
It rained heavily that night.
I remembered looking at my watch at 4.30am the next morning. The wind was wreacking havoc on the window panes and there were several loud cracks of thunder.
I got up to see my parents heading out to their fruit stall despite the weather, i closed the door behind them and poured myself a glass of water. As i head back to my room, i hesitated for a moment before taking another 2 steps further down the corridor.
I opened Sarah’s door and i saw her sleeping peacefully on her bed, oblivious to the thunderstorm. I did not know what came over me but i went closer to her bed. I watched the rise and fall of her chest as i considered my next course of action.
She looked so sweet in her sleep, the singlet she was wearing had a large opening at the side which gave me a good view of the side of her breast. Her fingers wrapped around a corner of her pillow and one exposed leg went over her bolster.
Leaning down , i gave Sarah a gentle kiss on her forehead before going back to sleep.
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I started work with a slew of encouraging messages from Sarah.
" For for it little brother ! "
" you can do it ! "
There was a word of encouragement every hour from my step sister. She demanded that i tell her everything that happened on my first day of work.
The physical barrier of having a wall in between our rooms is no match for technology. I chatted with Sarah into the wee hours of the morning on msn.
The late night chats went on for a couple of nights but i still woke up every morning feeling fresh and ready for work.
I felt alive and i can’t explain the weird feeling of looking forward to see Sarah every morning despite her being a few metres away from me.
We did not go further than holding hands until the evening when i made sure my first month’s pay was credited into my bank account.
As we flipped through menus at Chijmes, my hands went around Sarah’s shoulders. It just happened on instinct. I did not plan for it nor did i intend for it to happen.
The hook of my arm pulled my stepsister closer to me as i went for a peck on her cheek. The first peck landed squarely on her supple cheeks.
As we turned to look at each other, the 2nd peck was a quick one on the lips.
Before we can digest what just happened, the waiter came and asked if we would like a table.
Sarah : Table for 2 please.
I entered the restaurant without knowing what food they are serving.
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I laid on my bed that evening, thinking about what was heppening. I know this is wrong but somehow it just felt right to me. I also began to notice something weird.
The closer we got to each other outside the house, the further we seem to drift apart within. We hardly exchanged words on the dining table. The cold indifference we showed each other would be intorleable If not for the warm messages that we are constantly exchanging.
Our parents seemed to notice we hardly spoke and asked if we quarrelled. We just smiled and shook our heads.
7th Feb 2006.
One week before valentine’s day, we were having dinner together as a family when my dad suddenly brought up the subject of his neighbouring stall owner who was selling frozen food. When the subject drifted to the stall owner’s son who works in the arm forces, i knew where this was going.
Sarah just waved off my dad’s attempt to introduce her to the Captain.
I snuck into her room that evening after my parents are asleep.
James : Salute your captain soldier.
My stepsister laughed and gave a mock salute before lifting up her blanket to offer me the side of the bed.
I cuddled up with her under the blanket as we surfed the web for a short holiday on her notebook.
Resting my hand on her leg, i slipped a little closer to her inner thigh. Sarah made no attempt to acknowledge the location of my hand that night.
This is gonna be a damn good roller coaster ride, for us readers…….. Getting us up high and then down the steep slope then turn the bend just around and climb back up the steep slope slowly……. Making our hearts pumping hard, you better not stop here!
Way to go……..
Powerhouse, TS. The BEST story in many months. Can’t wait for the next instalment to see how this develops.
7th Feb 2006
I woke up thinking about my relationship with Sarah. I struggled with the moral issues of letting this sibling love blossom further. Yet when i recalled how the soft skin of Sarah’s thighs felt like under my palms, i chose to yield to my smaller head.
As Sarah was navigating through the web the night before, i was nudging my nose close to her earlobes, smelling the freshly washed hair that has yet to dry. I snuck in a small peck behind her ears before she giggled and tilted her head sideways.
Sarah : Don’t be naughty James.
My eyes went back to the screen of the laptop as we reviewed possible destination for our holiday.
My hands on the other hand slid lower and closer to the warmth of Sarah’s vagina.
I felt Sarah’s thighs clamp down on my fingers, preventing further entry as she tried to hide the smile on her face. I could feel my erection come and go.
My dick getting hard at the thought of getting closer to the forbidden fruit, yet when the realisation of Sarah being related to me by blood caused an instant deflation to my manhood.
I really wondered if i could bring myself to do the deed when the time comes.
15th Feb 2006.
Sarah and i told our parents that we will be going on a hoilday together much to their surprise. There was some question about our destination and stuff but thankfully they did not read too much into it.
My dad asked me if i was forced to go with Sarah just so she could get a better ticket price for 2 travellers.
I just smiled and said i’ve always wanted to visit Japan.
4th Mar 2006
I had my hands around Sarah’s waist as we waited for the staff at JTB to serve us that day in Ngee ann city.
There’re already talks of an election around the corner and the tv kept showing re-runs from political analaysis about possible dates.
As we sat down at the booth to get our Rail pass , the staff briefly ran through with us the itinerary we have in mind and pointed us to a few locations that we have to visit when we are in Japan.
I did not comment when the staff said ‘Thank you Mr and Mrs Chew’ after we were done with the payment.
We had the same surname anyway.
Sarah was a little amused and was trying to stifle her laughter.
20 April 2006.
Sarah and i were looking forward to our trip.It was as if we both knew the inevitable would happen when we were 5300km away from singapore. We did not go beyond kissing and pecks on the cheeks and neck, something deep inside me kept me from going further.
I wanted to hold out a little bit longer but i couldn’t.
Our parents were out that particualr evening for a overnight trip to Malaysia. They joined a small tour group to go temple hopping up north. It was one of the rare occasions that Sarah and i would be home alone.
We were excited and we made plans to leave work early.
We greeted each other with a hug followed by a kiss the moment we entered and locked the main door. I felt the strain of the push against my pants as i pinned Sarah to the wall and went for her lips.
The gentle pecks on the lips gave way to wet kisses and our tongues met each other. I was waiting for the lighting to strike. To strike me down for doing this to my half sister but that did not happen.
I pressed my pelvis against my stepsister and images of the first time when i met her inside the cold morturary came back into my mind. My erection left for an instance, giving my manhood a much needed relieve, but when Sarah came onto me again, hugging me close, pushing her soft supple breast against my body, i felt the blood rushing once more to my dick.
Sarah’s fingers reached for my belt buckle, releasing my pants from the self imposed restraint i put myself up to everyday. As the zip goes down, i could feel the cold air of the dark living room around my groin. I stepped out of my pants as i retreated backwards into the living room. Falling backwards onto the sofa, i leaned back fully to look at my stepsister.
The lights were not on, and the living room was illuminated by the spill of lights from outside the window. Sarah’s fingers crept to her abdomen as one of her finger crept inside the fold of her blouse to where her belly button is. The silk blouse followed the ascent of her finger as she pulled out the flaps that were tucked inside her work pants. I could only exhale in excitement as i reached for my erected manhood.
The bottom 2 buttons of Sarah’s blouse came loose, exposing her trimed tummy and her belly button. Perhaps she had a sudden relisation this things is happenign too fast, of maybe she herself was unsure what she is doing, she slowed things down a little, trying to cool off the intense atmosphere built up around us. Leaving her buttons undone, she straddled me on the sofa as we hugged and whispered into each others ears.
I felt my manhood deflate again as my mind deals with the confusion.
Sarah is afterall my elder sister so to speak. We share the same father.
As my breathing got more controlled, my hand reached for the remote and turned on the TV, letting the images brighten up the living room
Sarah allowed her body to slide downwards as she retreated and lowered herself onto her knees. Her fingers traced the edges of my underwear as she take in the sight of my manhood coming alive again.
Her manicured fingers went around the tip of my dick, giving it a gentle squeeze and i let out an uncontrolled moan.
I looked from the top as Sarah rested her forearms on my thighs, her head hovered close to my erected dick which is straining against my underwear. It’s was as if she’s observing it.
James : Haven’t you seen one before ?
I smiled and secretly hoped in my heart that she would do what most of my ex gfs would have already done when in similar position.
Sarah : I have seen many before my dear brother. haha. Just not my little brother’s little little brother…. pun intended. haha.
I did a playful grab of her head, trying to push her downwards to my erected dick who is desperate for some attention.
Just then something on the TV caught my attention.
Before i could react mentally to the news, my body reacted physically to what Sarah had done.
My mouth gasped open as i felt the wet mouth of my stepsister cupped over the rim of my erected dick.
I felt my entire body relaxed as i enjoyed the push of Sarah’s tongue onto the tip of my underwear covered manhood as i watch the announcement on screen that our president had just dissolved the parliament.
Dissolved did not carry the same meaning to me at that instance.
21st April 2006
This friday is a particular memorable one. Despite having a good night of cuddling with my stepsister, i regretted not being able to go further than a short tease on my manhood.
Sarah was a little uncomfortable to go further as well.
Our relationship is complex as it is, doing it in the living room surrounded by our family photos is a whole new ballgame altogether.
Today was my first confrontation with my superior Fiona.
Fiona is 3 years my senior.
Now about Fiona, having started work these few months, i can’t help but pay a little more attention to this particular girl.
She’s the typical goody girl from a traditional family, girls sch for a good 10 years before going to Jc, took the direct route to University and graduated with a stable job. Not much ups and downs in her life.
Fiona dresses conservertively to work, no revealing skirts that rides high up her legs, no low cut tops with suggestive exposure.
She’s prim, proper, no nonsense, pure business.
If i were to be totally honest, Fiona is wife material.
The trouble with Fiona and me is that we don’t see eye to eye on certain issues. She want to get things done and out of the way while i on the other hand, will want to take my time to do it since i have quote a bit of leeway since this is my only project then.
I was in the midst of justifying my proposal with regards to the master schedule of a project i’m heading but she would not have any of it.
The truth is i planned it around my Japan trip.
Fiona was insistant that i get the preliminaries for my project sorted out before i fly off even it it means staying back everyday till i fly off.
I wasn’t happy of course but Fiona is not the kind of leader that throws you into the pits. She’s known and well liked in the company as someone who makes decision, someone who leads.
And she is smart, too smart to let me lead her into a direct confrontation. I was a little spiteful, and was on the verge to losing my temper.
As she flipped through her schedule on her organiser, she jotted down some stuff as she said.
Fiona : Starting next monday, we’ll schedule a few extra hours from 7pm to get this sorted out. I’ll be covering for you when you are away.
James : Are you serious ?
She did not offer me a reply but instead gave me a smile.
I left her office without a word.
Surprisingly, Fiona did not take that to heart. 5pm that day, Fiona dropped by my desk, asking to meet me in the pantry.
I was expecting a dressing down but i was wrong.
The lady leaning against the countertop spoke to me in such a gentle voice that i felt guilty about how i behaved earlier on.
Fiona had on a white sleeveless work top, with a knee length dark grey cardigan outside, her hourglass figure was brought out by a stylish pair of belt. A pair of black work pants and her 2 inch heels brought her to my height.
Fiona : James, we’ll be spending some time together next week, i hope you can take this opportunity to understand more about your job scope.
Her arms folded across her chest which serves nothing more than to bring my line of sight towards her breast.
I tried to direct it to the bracelet on her wrist but my eyes couldn’t decide.
Bracelet, breast, bracelet, breast.
Fiona : I hope the time will be well spent, i do not want to hold you back longer than necessary, as long as we get the job done, you can go off. Are we ok ?
As my mind processed her words, i felt bad for my behavior earlier on, but what more do you expect from a hot blooded fresh grad from poly ?
I was still childish and naive back then, but i know when to stop and acknowledge my errors.
I was apologetic and i gave Fiona a sincere smile and apology.
I felt a sudden weird twitch in my eyebrow as she pushed up her glasses and smiled at me.
Fiona : So i’ll see you next week yah ? Enjoy your weekend.
Perhaps it was a mixture of guilt and remorse, i did not leave my office till 9pm that Friday.
When i looked up from my screen, the office was almost empty, the only source of life was the radio that was still playing in Fiona’s room.
I have a few messages from my stepsister who wanted to have dinner with me but i told her i’ll need a little longer to get my work done.
9.15pm
Fiona came of out of her office and switched off the lights to her room.
Fiona : Not leaving yet ar James ?
James : Just a little while longer.
She seemed to hestitate a little before adding
Fiona : I hope you are not staying just because you are feeling guilty ok ? Go enjoy your weekend lah.
I smiled at Fiona, nodding as i waved her a goodbye. I noticed that despite her good command of both spoken and written english, she like to use the ’lahs’ and the ’lors’ when communicating with her surbordinates.
9.25pm.
I was the only one left in the small office that sits 37.
1 receptionist. 3 manager room. 34 system furniture cubicles.
I pushed back my chair and i went inside Fiona’s room.
I did not switch on the room lights but instead went for the desk lamp.
As i settled myself into her seat, i took a look at her neatly arranged desk. There was a couple of her pictures when she was on holiday, some pictures of her pet rabbit. A paperweight made out of recycled trashcans.
I could not explain what was going through my mind back then. Perhaps was the unfinished business the night before with Sarah.
I was feeling a little out of place.
Almost in a trance like state, i reached for the small bottle of nivea moisturiser on Fiona’s desk. My hands held on to the bottle as i kept my eyes on the lobby and my ears on alert for any other sound.
I heard the thud in the ceiling overhead which indicated that the central A/C is now off.
My left hand was shaking a little as i slowly lowered it to my pants.
I felt a combination of fear and excitement as i undid my own zip. I have only read stuff like this online.
My heart was pounding away when i freed my entire erected manhood out. It was a little uncomfortable and i made the decision to lower my pants instead. I was too afraid to stand up tall in the room and i decided to kneel down instead.
I lowered myself onto my knees beside Fiona’s chair as i squeeze a portion of her moisturiser onto my palm.
The first few strokes felt cool and the tingling sensation of the cold cream on my dick made my manhood throbbed. My head leaned sideways a little as i brought myself close to Fiona’s jacket that she has around her chair.
Kneeling myself upright a little, i’ve never felt that perverted before in my life as i lifted the jacket sleeve upwards and pushed my nose towards the position where her armpits will be.
Inhaling deep breaths through the jacket, i intensified my stroking of my manhood in my superior’s office.
Weak was the ideal word to descirbe my state of mind and body. The excitement and the fear in my mind seemed to be playing tricks on my own control.
The sourish sensation coursed through my pelvis as it strucked the veins and nerves around my privates.
I sucked in another thick glup of air as i grabbed onto the armrest of Fiona’s chair and i unloaded myself into the tissues i’ve pulled from her side table. Wiping myself clean i stood up and composed myself before getting myself dressed.
Looking at Fiona’s pictures on her desk, i felt a sudden flash of confusion but i brushed it aside.
I dropped Sarah an sms to tell her i’m done.
Switching off the lights, i left my office.
When i met Sarah at the train station that evening, i was a little surprised that she too was dressed in a sleeveless white blouse. She had on a similar cardigan that was light grey in colour albeit shorter at the bottom, ending just above her waist.
The same black work pants and 2 inch heels only served to confuse this young adult further.
bracelet, breast, bracelet,breast, the weird jingle in my mind switched to Sarah, Fiona, Sarah, Fiona.
I know in my heart things will definitely get ugly if i were to go down this path.