Cindy cleaned up and wore her clothes. She gave me a weak smile.
Cindy: sorry… it was very painful….
Me: it’s ok….
But my manhood was still erected. I searched for my bottom and started to wear it.
Cindy: do you need to release?
I shook my head.
Cindy: It’s ok, I think you should.
She sat on the edge of the bed, in front of me. My shorts was half way up my legs when she took hold of my penis. I stood there not knowing what to do. She started to move her hands up and down, jerking me off.
Cindy: Is this correct? Can you guide me?
I took hold of her hand and jerking at the speed that I like. Very soon, I felt my balls contracting, the squeezing feeling from my prostrate, the quiver of my shaft. I pull back from her and shot my cum. There was a lot and some landed on her face, neck and shoulders. I felt embarrassed.
Me: oh…. sorry…. sorry…. sorry….
Cindy: hahaha….. hahaha….
She laughed very loudly. I felt myself turn beetroot and my manhood deflated as quickly as my ego. I looked down on the floor and cleaned my manhood, offering her the toilet paper as well.
Cindy: oh…. I don’t mean that…. I mean I am so impress. There were so much!
Cindy: Hopefully I get to recover soon.
She cleaned herself up.
We cuddled in bed and enjoyed each other company, before she needed to leave for home.
The sex did not feel good. But her masturbating me was fabulous. Feeling her tiny hands gripping my manhood and stroking. I thought about it again after she had left. I would be satisfied with her masturbating me since sex hurt her so much.
The next few days after school, she just came to my place and we study. She masturbate me again 3 days after the last incident. There was no sex, but I am satisfied
We got closer during this period. She tried getting me to open up, encouraging me to further express myself, which I tried. I shared more of my thoughts with her and she was always appreciative. Whenever I did that, I received a peck on my cheeks.
We also started to French more often, and slowly got ourselves the hang of it. Our Frenching were always passionate, but autoroaming did not take place every time.
Soon, she recovered from my invasion and told me about it. We end up having sex at my house. She was less painful and there was no blood, but the ordeal was not really enjoyable as again, I have to move at a painfully slow pace in order not to hurt her. It all end up with her masturbating me again.
Years went by. We graduated from JC and she went to the local Uni, while I completed my NS. She was always very understanding towards my NS duties. During this period, I have started to be more open, mixing a little more and having some friends. But during the weekends, we went to the clubs and pubs with her friends or mine. One day, she told me that I have changed since the time she knew me
Cindy: Dear, do you know you have changed quite a bit?
Me: In what ways? My heart is always with you.
Cindy: Not that. You are no longer a hermit! haha….
Me: Since when was I a hermit?
Cindy: haha… but I like you the way you are now….
We love each other and spent lots of time alone together. However, sex was few and far in between. She always felt painful whenever we had sex and I did not force her. End up, always she masturbated for me, but even though I would want to try to really have good sex with her, I loved her too much to force the issue. She knew about this as well and is always very apologetic. A few times, she had asked me to look for prostitutes or other girls to solved my carvings.
Cindy: Dear, I am sorry that I have this problem….
Me: don’t worry about it…. I am fine…
Cindy: but you will have your needs….
Me: I got my hand…
Cindy: it’s different…. why not you try Geylang? or you can go for a ONS?
Me: Are you crazy?
Cindy: I am serious. You can do that, but with condom. But you must continue to love me and come back to me….
Me: Dear, don’t worry about it…. I am fine… I really am…
Me:Let’s not talk about this already…
I assured her, but deep down, I really want to know how sex felt like. I did not have any other sexual relationship with any other women. I thought of it before, but I abstain from any other activities. I always hear my camp mates boasting about their sex life, I have to come up with some imaginary stuffs to tell them.
Although I have my needs, I know deep down she is feeling very bad, and is serious about me satisfying my sexual needs. That’s the way she is, always thinking about others.
I completed my NS and was studying in the local Uni as well. She joined the workforce as an auditor.
After my completion of my Uni, I also joined the workforce as a sales person. She was very impressed that I became a sales man, but she also realized that I have already move out from my shell as an introverted.
Although my job is a sales person, my passion lies in computer. I am still keeping myself up to dates on hacking, breaking into people computer and cell phone. I kept this as a secret and Cindy only knew that I am good in computer. She did not know of the extend of my capabilities.
Since our JC days, at 29, Cindy had grown into a beautiful woman. Her hair is now long, highlighted with brown. She had left her specs behind and is now wearing contact lenses. Because of her job, she is always in a power styled dressing, white blouse, black shirt, with a black jacket in company. She is now leading a team of auditors in her company.
Of course, she had her fair share of admirers, but she always rejected them tactfully, telling them that she is already engaged.
As for me, I have also left my specs behind and went for lasik, giving me a 6/6 vision now. I performed well in my sales, and was soon promoted to a regional director as well.
Although we had to work long hours as well as sometimes during the weekend, we still go out whenever we are both free. Still sex was a small issue, as we engaged in the activity only once every few months. I have always settled myself with my hand.
That year, we got married. Her dad bought us a house besides his, and he knocked down the walls separating the 2 houses, leaving both houses to be accessible to any members of the family. Keys of both houses were given out to everyone in the family.
My name is Sam, but I am no longer timid. I am no longer an introvert. I am no longer shy.
I am confident, I am capable, I am respectful, I am tactful, I am horny.
Cindy had a younger sister, Kathleen. She likes everyone to call her Kat for short. She is quite the opposite of Cindy. Cindy is thoughtful, steady, caring, matured and confident. Kat is always mischievous, slipshod, joyful; basically like your typical wide horse type of girl.
She did not get into the Uni and was studying a parttime degree. Appearance wide, she is vibrant and hot. Sizzling hot. She is about the same height as Cindy, 1.6m, but her boobs had the genes from her mum, a sizeable C cups, and a 24 inch waist.
At 22, she already had countless relationships, and is always dumping the guys that she went out with. I had seen expensive cars picking her up when I was at Cindy’s place, but after a few weeks, a different car was driven by a different guy.
Both sisters were close to each other. In fact when Kat was younger, Cindy and myself had brought her out to movies and shopping. As Kat passes 16, she seldom appeared during my outings with Cindy and most of the stuffs that I know of Kat was updated to me by Cindy.
They shared a lot of secrets between them and Kat was the main sister when we got married. That day, although Cindy was the star of the event, Kat came a close 2nd.
The handful of time when I was at Cindy’s parents place, I did not stay long, and most of the time, by the time Kat arrived home, I was already on my way back. So in fact, I knew a lot of my younger sister in law, but I have little chance to interact with her.
The day after our wedding, Cindy had to fly to the US for a conference. We had already discussed on this before hand. I was to move into our new house with my mum first.
The next morning, I send Cindy home from the hotel. She picked up her luggage and I send her back to the airport. After our hugs and kisses, she left.
I went back to my old house and picked my mum. There were some boxes left to be brought along. Mum was reluctant to shift in with us, but as she was old, I did not feel comfortable for her to live by herself. Luckily Cindy was understanding and got along well with mum all these years. Mum finally agreed after much persuasion and would sell off her house to stay with us. She choose the room on first floor as she did not want to travel up and down the stairs. Her room was at the back of the house, but she is comfortable with it. She cited repeatedly that she wanted to make herself invisible and wanted us to have our own space despite us objecting furiously. She even got us to install cable tv and a toilet in her room when the house was being built. It sounds terrible, but that was the wishes from my mum and she made us adhere to it.
So after packing, I drove back to our new house. With my remote, I opened the gate and parked my car. I helped to bring mum’s stuffs into her room first, before she chased me out to my chores. I left her alone and went back to my car. I was at the boot, trying to lift out a carton box when I heard a sweet voice.
Kat: I heard you are shifting in today. Do you need help?
I turned to look. She was wearing a white singlet and a pair of grey yoga pants. I could see her shapely legs and perhaps a tinge of cameltoe. The wind caught her hair and blow it across her face. With a sweep of her hand, she brush them behind her. It was a small simple action, but I noticed the sexiness in that. Definitely, she had grown into a beautiful woman.
Me: It’s ok, I think I should be able to manage. It’s only a few boxes.
Kat: Ok. Let me know if you need help.
With that, she walked back towards her house. I looked at her leaving, her buttocks swaying in sync with her steps.
I swept those thoughts away, reminding myself that she is my SIL, and continued to bring my boxes into my house.
I moved the remaining boxes into my house, into the room. I left some in the bedroom and brought 2 boxes into the study. There were some photo albums, books, DVD, etc. I took out the photo albums, sat on the floor and started to look at them. There were my family when I was young, and also pictures of Cindy and myself when we were in the Uni days. There were no earlier pictures of us as I was shy and did not like my photo to be taken.
I stood in front of the shelf and looked at the pictures when we were at the pub, when we were at the zoo, when we were younger. We had gone through so many years together. I was totally engrossed in the memory.
Kat: Thinking about sis?
I jumped and almost dropped the album. I was not expecting anyone, but before I said anything, I remembered that she had the keys to my place as well. She was standing at the entrance to the room.
Me: Let’s just say that I am going through my memories.
She walked into the room and sat on the study chair, crossing her legs. She was still in the yellow top and grey pants.
Kat: I hope I am not disturbing.
She came in without invitation, so much for not disturbing. I shook my head.
Me: It’s ok. I am just packing.
Kat: Sam, you know, you have changed since when I was younger.
Me: People change.
Kat: You are more matured and look better now. I am glad for sis.
She called me by my name. And talking about maturity. She is so much younger.
Me: You changed too. From a young girl to a woman now.
Kat: haha, yes. I was so skinny then. I think I look much better now.
I did not give a reply. I kept quiet, taking the albums out from the box and putting them on the shelf.
Kat: Anyway, I came over to pass a message. Dad said that you know IT. He asked you to wire up both houses so that we can use 1 internet, instead of getting another extra one over your place.
Me: ok. I do that later today or tomorrow. I need to go get some items from the mall.
She stood up.
Kat: ok handsome, once it’s up, maybe you just let me know.
Me: Sure.
She walked to the door.
Kat: When you are going out, let me know. I think I want to tag along.
Me: Sure
She walked down the stairs. I rewind our conversation in my mind. It seemed an innocent conversation, but also, there was some words that she used lingered in my mind. Perhaps I am being too conscious of any implicit meaning. Perhaps it was supposed just to be an innocent conversation.
I went back to my packing.
When I finished my study, I considered the masterbed room. However, it would take some time and the IT mall would be closed the time I complete my task.
I decided to leave it till when I am back. I got my clothes and went to the master shower in my room. There was a bathtub and shower place in the bathroom, toilet separated with another cubicle. Something like what you found in the 5 stars hotel. My FIL was rich and spared no expenses on his daughter marital home.
The bath place was just a sliding wooden door without any locking mechanism. Mum is downstairs and she would not come into my room and so I left my clothes in the room and entered the bath with just a towel. I took my shower.
It was a quick shower. I dried myself and came out butt naked, drying my hair.
Kat: Oh!
My first reaction was to use my towel to cover my privates.
Me: What are you doing here?!
I did not sounded to please.
Kat: I came to see if you are ready to go!
Me: You could have waited downstairs or at least knock before entering my room.
I was still standing there, not knowing whether to grab my clothes or retreat back into the bathroom.
Kat: I did, but there was no answer from you. I just stepped in and you came out of the shower.
Kat: You could have worn something, you know.
Me: Come on. This is my room.
Kat: ok ok… I’ll wait downstairs
She sounded indignant and exited the room. I was exasperated. She appeared in my room without my consent and then blamed me for this. I am quite pissed and will get back to her on this.
I changed to T Shirt and berms and went downstairs. She was not in the living room and I found her in the kitchen drinking water. Her back was facing me and I realised what she was wearing. She was still in her yellow singlet, but she was wearing a jean shorts that showed a little of her lower butt cheeks. They looked firm to me.
Me: I think I will go on my own. It’s faster.
She put down the cup and frowned.
Kat: Earlier you agreed that we will go together. And I have nothing to do in the afternoon.
I wanted to tell her that it is not my problem that she has nothing to do, but I held my tongue.
Me: I did not agreed.
Kat: Yes. You did, I don’t care, I am going.
With that, she walked out of the house and went into the passenger seat of my car. Astounded by her behaviour, I stood in the kitchen stunned. Cindy was never this headstrong. They are very different in this aspect.
I followed her foot steps and got into the driver seat.
This was not a good first meeting with my SIL, apart from the wedding. Firstly, she invaded my private space and then she was insistence to tag along. I needed some time to think about this. To be honest, I was more worried about living together with Cindy’s parents before we shifted in. Now, I have to deal this little SIL.
Although she is eye candy, but I could not remove the image of her when she was 16 out of my mind. Phedophile is a term that came into my mind when I look at this hot 22 year old as I am still stuck in time. Her adolescent image still floated around my mind.
Her actions and behaviour is very different from Cindy, and I have to start to understand her a little more so that I would stop getting the surprises that she had been giving me. I am not used to such behaviour. It lingered between childish and matured. But I have to admit that I am a little intrigued by it.
In war, knowing your enemy is utmost important. However, she is not my enemy, but I need to live with her invasion. I decided to remain passive with her, allow her to do most of the talking whilst I re-analyse the situation again. I started my engine and reverse out of the gate.
Kat: So where are we going?
Me: Sim Lim Square.
Kat: where’s that? I have not been there before.
I rolled my eyes behind my shades.
Me: Nevermind. You will know when we are there.
We commenced on our journey.
I tried to find out a little more about her.
Me: So what are you doing now?
Kat: Sitting in your car, and going to some place call don’t know what Lim…
I rolled my eyes the 2nd time.
Me: I don’t mean that. I meant if you are working currently.
Kat: I am sure sis had told you that I am taking part time degree. Didn’t she?
Me: Yes she did. But are you also working?
Kat: She didn’t tell you?
Me: I only know you are studying part time.
Kat: Well, I guess I would know more about you then you know more about me.
I don’t know what to say. She is a hard nut to crack.
Me: I guess you are not working then.
Kat: I am. I am doing part time modelling and also working as a part time dancer.
I thought about it. Part time modelling. I recalled about her figure the first time I saw it today at the foyer. Seemed possible to model part time, but what kind of model? I peeped at her slender legs. Flawless and very fair. Seemed good enough.
And also part time dancer? Perhaps that’s how she kept in shape. But what kind of dancer? I decided to probe further.
Me: So, which agency do you model for?
Kat: No agency. Freelance.
Me: What products?
Kat: Different kind. Are we reaching yet?
She changed the topic and I could probe no further.
Me: Yes, we are reaching.
I turned into the carpark.
We walked around the mall, with her tagging behind me. I went into a few different shops and got some boosters, routers, cables, etc. Basically, I need to set up a home network across 2 buildings and that was not particularly difficult for me. Kat just followed me around, not asking anything even though I could tell these were greek to her.
Once I got everything, I suggested to go back to the car. But she said that she wanted to shop for some clothes since we are near Bugis.
Kat: I think I know this place. It’s near Bugis, ya?
Me: Relatively near. 5mins walk away.
Kat: ok, let’s go there.
Me: I can’t. I need to get back and set the internet up.
Kat: It won’t take long.
Me: Why not you continue to shop and I make my way home first?
Kat: You will come and pick me later?
Me: No. I guess you can grab a train back.
Kat: I can’t. I forgot to bring my wallet.
I looked at her with an annoyed face.
Me: Then how are you going shopping without your wallet?
Kat: I borrow some cash from you first?
Me: Nope. I don’t have enough cash with me.
Kat: Ok, then use your credit card. Come on, let’s go. Sis will sure accompany me. Pretty Pleassssseeee…..
She whined and pleaded. I gave up trying to debate and followed her to Bugis. This time, she walked in front, and I followed her. I noticed her butt were rather exposed and a few times, guys turned their head to look at her.
When we arrived at Bugis Junction, she went straight to a lingerie store. I felt awkward as I had only entered with Cindy. Although this is her sister, but it is another female altogether. I wanted to hang outside the shop, but Kat pestered me to follow her into the shop.
She showed me a fishnet pink laced thongs and a half cup matching bra and place the bra against her bosoms.
Kat: Is this nice?
Me: Errrmmm….Errmmm…
Kat: Is this nice?
Me: errrmmm…. yes….
Kat: I thought so too.
I looked away and she got the sales girl to get her size. Next, she went to get a black non-padded bra and G-string and again the whole scenario repeated itself.
After she had gotten about 5 sets, we went over to the counter.
Kat: How much in total?
Sales girl: $250
Kat: Credit card please
I took out my card and pass to the sales girl. I signed and the sales girl pass the bag of items to me, before speaking to Kat.
Sales girl: Thank you miss. You have a nice boyfriend.
Me: She is not my girlfriend.
Kat: haha…. he is not my brother….
With that, she ushered me out of the shop.
Next, she went to get some skirts. The skirts were so short that I think she would need to wear safety shorts underneath. I wanted to remind her before the purchase, but I guess she is an adult now and would know what she was doing.
Finally she got some tops before we make our way back to the car.
Me: Total bill is $600. When are you paying me?
Kat: I’ll check with sis first.
Me: what has Cindy got to do with it?
Kat: She asked me to look for you to help me get the items first.
Me: Are you sure about it?
Kat: Ok, no.
Me: huh?
Kat: She asked me to look you up if I need any help. Here, I needed help here.
Kat: I have not enough cash this month. Once I get an assignment, I will return you the cash.
Me: how much are you paid per assignment anyway?
Kat: It depends. But few hundreds to thousands.
I thought about it. Thousands? What kind of modelling is she doing? I am curious to find out.
We made our way home.
Once we reached home, Kat took her stuffs and disappeared into her house. I took the items and started to set up the boosters and router at my place. I configured my notebook, my workstation, Cindy’s notebook and SmartTV to the router. Of course I gave myself administrator rights. I still do not have access, as I needed to setup the other house. The main fibre line comes from there.
I took the components and went over. I guess I am now part of the family and since my FIL gave each of us keys, both houses are accessible to everyone. I let myself in with the keys without knocking.
The helper is in the kitchen. There was no one in the living room. I went to the study and install the remaining items. I tried my notebook and I could now access the internet. I also set up a data repository device so that we could share our files and documents as well as keep them as private folders.
It did not take long to setup. Remaining items that needed to be configured are my FIL notebook and Kat’s notebook. I went in search of them.
I found my FIL in his room and he passed me his notebook without watching what I did to it. I configured access for his computer as well as a Trojan into it, without his knowledge. The Trojan was developed by myself and as I did not use it in the worldwide web, it’s signature is not detected by the antivirus.
Next, I went to Kat’s door. I guess she would be inside her room trying out her new clothes. I knocked on her door and waited.
Kat: Who is that?
Me: It’s Sam….
Kat: Come in
I turned the doorknob and entered her room for the first time. Previously while I was at her place, there was no reason for me to come go in.
The first thing that I noticed was that her room was orange. Almost everything was orange, from her wardrobe to her bedframe, to her dressing table. Even the floor mat was orange. The notebook on the desk was also orange.
I remembered that orange symbolizes restlessness, fearlessness, youth, curious and fun-loving. Somehow, this suits her character to a T.
I could not see her in sight as I was standing by the doorway. My view to the remaining of the room was obstructed by the wardrobe as the room was shaped like a L.
Me: are you there?
She popped only her head out from behind the wardrobe.
Kat: What’s up?
Me: I need to set up your notebook to access the network.
Kat: It’s on the dresser.
She disappeared from view.
Me: Are you going to pass it to me?
Kat: Just come in and do it.
I took a step forward into the room.