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 Second Chances Aka Redemption Part 1: Miki A story by Lolileah for ADULTS
ONLY (Mg, mF, MF, oral, anal, inc, ped, preg, interr, caution)

   It's not often in life that we get a chance to correct a mistake,
especially if the mistake is of particular types: embezzlement, fraud,
molestation, rape, perjury.  Any crime which causes the perpetrator to
become untrustworthy or which creates a victim who is scarred physically,
mentally or emotionally from the trauma, would fall into this category.  I
was lucky to be able to correct a mistake of mine and the aftermath led me
down many paths I never would have expected to follow otherwise.

   I love my sister Rachel.  I suppose, in various ways, that I always
have. Sis is ten years younger than me and she was a bit of a surprise for
both of my parents.  The first reason is that she wasn't planned for.  Mom
and dad had given up hoping for a girl years after I was born, mainly
because fate seemed determined to prevent more children of any sex.  The
second reason is that mom and dad were planning a divorce, a divorce which
became finalized before my sister's first birthday.  Mom got the country
house and a generous alimony/child support settlement which the female
judge seemed to think dad could live without.  Mom also got full custody of
us and dad waived visitation rights.  How do you explain to a 10-year-old
boy the reasons dad's not coming back, that he doesn't want to see you
anymore?

   We managed.  Once sis learned to talk, mom explained that dad had moved
far, far away and that it was for the best.  We would have more room in the
house--not that we really needed it--and somehow she understood not to keep
bringing it up.

   Fifteen is an awkward age for boys and girls.  The media and your peers
are encouraging sex.  Cosmo, Playboy, hell almost any magazine or movie
gives the impression that sex is cool.  If you love `em, fuck `em.  Even if
you don't, fuck `em for the experience.  I realize that led to my great
mistake, which, after things blew up, seemed impossible to recover from.

   Most mistakes seem obvious in retrospect.  I went to a Catholic boys'
school just across the street from the Catholic girls' school.  My
classmates always regaled me with their tales of the girls they knew who
didn't give keeping their innocence even a thought.  The girls at St. 
Mary's didn't seem to have a hymen between the 400-some girls.  Their
patron saint would have been appalled.

   The great thing about being 5-years-old is that you're allowed to sleep
in class.  Well, you can during designated times, that is.  Either
preschool is truly exhausting or nap time was my sister's best subject. 
She always took a nap when she got home too, usually in my futon on the
bottom bunk.  Since it was my bed in the first place, she didn't see
anything wrong with me having a nap there too.  It was certainly better
than the couch.

   Usually it's a good idea to take relationships slow and build things up.
I would wrap my arms around my baby sister and hold her close.  She slept
better when we were spooning.  A few weeks later, I put my hand between her
legs and cupped her pussy before she fell asleep to help her become
accustomed to being touched there.  Nap time was so sacred to her that it
didn't take long before she adjusted and then couldn't sleep as well if I
wasn't.  It seemed this would go faster than I had planned.  Mom, being a
decent mom, knew to let sleeping dogs lie because sis got cranky without
her nap.  She walked by a few times, commented to herself on how I was such
a great big brother, and continued on, little knowing that I wasn't yet
asleep, nor how intimate we were.  I had the good sense to sleep under
covers with sis.

   A few more weeks later, I slipped a finger inside her panties and
caressed her labia, her baby fat lips welcoming me partly inside her vagina
a little, then I cupped her pussy from inside her panties.  She settled
right down as if this was the next logical step.

   Yet more weeks passed.  This time, I faced sis toward me and pulled her
little panties right off.  She looked only a little surprised when I pulled
my boxer shorts off too.  Then I cupped her ass in my hands and pulled her
against me.  Up to this point, I'd managed to keep my penis in check, but
when it touched her smooth legs, it came to life.  Sis opened her legs and
clamped my cock between them, then went to sleep, my cock kissing the
little cunt whose every detail my fingers had already memorized.

   Two days later, my mom went on an overnight trip with one of her
girlfriends and left me in charge of the house.  Sis got scared when mom
was away and so I made the futon couch fold down into a bed so she could
sleep there.

   Sometime around 10pm, I got the urge to consummate my love with sis.  I
climbed down from my bed, already naked and woke her with a soft kiss on
the lips.  She roused herself quickly and I pulled off her panties and her
little pink night gown.  She smelled fresh and clean from her bath.  I got
on top of her and told her we were going to practice being quiet since I
might want to do this when mom came back but we wouldn't want to wake her
up.

   All I knew was that a boy was supposed to stick his erect penis inside
the girl's vagina.  Beyond that, I was clueless.  I took her little hands
in mine and pressed against her in an attempt to penetrate her depths.

   "Oww, you're hurting me," she said.  "Shh!  Remember we're practicing
being quiet?" "But it hurts!"

   I wasn't prepared for this.  Sex was supposed to feel good.  None of the
guys had mentioned any girls saying it hurt, but then they often left out
details which might be helpful.  They weren't the gifted storytellers that
girls are.

   I got off of sis and opened her legs up.  The guys had mentioned that
girls they'd been with loved getting licked in their naughty parts.  Maybe
that would make it not hurt so I could try again.  She tasted like soap and
a taste I couldn't place.  Maybe urine, maybe skin.  But if sis would love
being licked down there, I'd put all I had into licking her.

   With kisses of velvet, I kissed her small pussy.  I licked and kissed,
caressed and fondled her until almost midnight.  I didn't hear a single
peep from her the whole time.  I then climbed back on top of her, ready for
another attempt at making love.  Once again, as I pressed against her, she
said it hurt.  Not wishing to cause her pain, I stopped my efforts and just
lay on top of her lightly.  She closed her legs around my stiff cock, as if
this was no different from nap time.  I pretended to thrust into her, never
getting close enough to pain her, and soon my pre-cum was making her thighs
very slippery.  It was feeling better and better.  It felt like I would pee
if I kept going, but it also felt too good to stop.  All of a sudden, my
first ever orgasm struck.  I "peed" in great hot spurts, sucking hard on
sis' neck as it went on.  I left her lying there on the bottom bunk,
covered in my "pee", put on my clothes and went to bed sated.

   Mom came back the next day and everything was back to normal, almost as
if nothing had ever happened but I couldn't drive it from my mind.  It was
just a matter of time before I'd want sis again.

   My resolve was less than I'd anticipated.  Nine times more in the next
three weeks, I lay with my sister.  Eight times in her bed and one very
daring time when I took her to the garage and held her close as I did my
thing on the hood of the car while mom made dinner.

   But these happy, fulfilling trysts were not to last.  One day I got home
from school to find a social services car outside the house.  They told me
not to persist in molesting my sister and that if I didn't take this to
heart that our family would be split up.  What could I do?  I stopped.  But
questions about my sexuality lingered.

   Who does a 15-year-old turn to when they have questions about sex? 
Friends?  Teachers?  Family?  So I asked the guys how they came to know so
much about sex, at least compared to me.

   "My mom just made me watch this video, nothing pornographic, about how
babies get made.  It was like a documentary and was long and boring.  It
explained some of the how and why, but nothing about how to be good or what
sex felt like." That was Jordan, one of my best friends.

   Nikolai said his mother took off her clothes and showed him what a
woman's body looked like.  Then she did 69 with him to show how sex felt
for girls and boys, but she wouldn't let him stick it in her since she
considered that her boundary, for now.  Nikolai said he'd try and seduce
his mother eventually, but she'd been nice enough to answer most of his
immediate questions.  She also warned him not to let his dad know since he
wouldn't approve and might be jealous.  She'd also said that sometimes you
have the best orgasms when you're doing something, or someone, that society
says you shouldn't.

   "Fuck!" was Jordan's succinct reply.

   Thomas had them all beat.  His mom had told him he was the man of the
house now that she was divorced.  And that her body was his any time in
whatever way he wished.  If he wanted a baby brother, well, they'd just go
to the drive-in movie theater where he'd been conceived and make one. 
Jordan just got more sullen as each guy said how their mothers had taught
them all about their newfound sexuality, except for me.  I'd not had any
such tutelage.

   "That's it!  I'm coming to every one of your houses and fucking all your
moms' slutty, wet, underage dick-craving cunts!  Let's see how you like a
brother or sister who looks like me." Most of us just took it in stride. 
Wasn't his fault his sex education was as boring as history class.  Some of
the guys suggested a more take-charge approach.  "Women like a guy who
knows what he wants and isn't afraid to tell them.  Or show them."

   "Yeah, girls are turned on by doing the forbidden.  They like a
take-charge man.  Being forced to do something absolves them of guilt. 
They didn't have a choice in the matter.  You should just wait until she
falls asleep, Jordan.  Then it's your chance to fuck her.  If she doesn't
like it at first, she might soon enough.  And she probably wouldn't even
press charges against you either way." Nikolai again.  "Take charge, take
your rights, take advantage of her."

   That gave me an idea.  I'd been saving my allowance for a year now.  Now
I had just the thing I wanted to spend it on: cameras.  One camcorder and
several hidden cameras would be sufficient.  Digital, naturally.  Film was
such an expensive, outdated medium and they drew the line for development
at nudity and sex.

   Three hours, two thousand dollars, and a trip to the local photography
shop later, I had all the supplies I wanted.  I'd gotten in on a really
good sale.  The owner was selling hidden cameras at 2-for-1 prices. 
Instead of the 3 I had budgeted for, I had money for 6.

   The owner looked me straight in the eye when I got to the register and
said, "Sonny, you're not going to put these in the girls' locker room by
any chance, are you?" I couldn't since St.  Mary's grounds were forbidden
to my sex, but I lied and said I was.

   "As the store manager, I'm required by law to say that hidden
surveillance cameras are illegal.  You have to put up signs saying that you
are recording."

   "And if you weren't the store manager, sir?"

   "Then I'd tell you that I did the exact same thing when I was a lad," he
said with a wink.

   Mom was shopping with sis when I got home, so I had time to carry out my
plans without any nosy questions.

   I'd been recommended motion-activated cameras by the old pervert at the
store.  "No sense wasting space if nothing is going on, right?  Best to
record only the juicy stuff." All of these were destined for a single room,
the master bedroom.  If I was truly the man of the house, soon there would
be no lack of motion, day or night.

   One camera went on the ceiling above mom's pillow.  The next two went on
either side of the bed on a level a few inches above the bed's height. 
Another went two inches above the bed's level on the dresser facing the
foot of the bed.  The last camera in that room went on the ceiling above
the dresser so as to take in the bed from an angle.  My sixth hidden camera
was placed in the shower adjoining the master bedroom.  I finished with
just a few minutes to spare.  Before long, the sound of mom's car pulling
into the garage could be heard and she was calling me to unload groceries
while she prepared supper.

   After supper was finished and the dishes washed, dried and put away, mom
put sis to bed and went to bed herself.  I was tempted to watch all the
cameras but figured there'd be time for that later.  Be calm and assertive,
I told myself.  Mom usually fell asleep pretty quickly once she was in bed
so when I turned the handle to her room, she didn't even stir.

   The moon was shining on a sight I'd not expected to see.  She was lying
on her bed, naked as a baby, the moon shining reverently through the window
upon her.  I held my breath, neither wanting to wake her nor ruin the
moment.  I got my head between her legs with no difficulty.  Her legs were
partly spread already.  I tried the same kissing and licking I'd tried on
Rachel until mom drew in her breath and quietly and fervently said,
"Oooooh, Mickey!" and I smiled, pleased with myself.  Michael is my name
and her nickname for me is Mickey.  Makes me think I was named for a rat,
but I didn't mind it then.

   "Mickey, you're sooooo naughty!"

   After positioning myself above her, it took very little effort and
elicited no cry of pain as I pushed into her.  So this is what not being a
virgin anymore felt like.  It was hot, slick and wet.  Oh yeah, pretty
tight too.  It took even less effort to finish than it had with Rachel. 
But as I did cum, my mama came too and came to, pushing me out of her and
off of her.

   "What the fuck!  You're not....oh shit...what if I got pregnant?  You
can't just do that to a girl!"

   "It was a momentary lapse in judgement.  I was overcome by lust and
couldn't help myself.  I got carried away but you're the woman of the
house, I'm the man of the house.  All good right since you enjoyed it?"

   "Michael, you should always ask for a gal's permission.  Just because
there's a chance she'll say no doesn't meant you can decide for her.  Now
go to sleep.  We'll talk more about this tomorrow."

   To say the next morning was awkward would be the understatement of the
year.  Mom would look away from me, red in her cheeks.  I daydreamed about
fucking her, how it felt, when and how I might convince her to let me do it
again.  The answer came in the form of our car, more specifically, the need
to get supervised driving hours in for my licensing restrictions.

   I told her she'd never really explained sex to me as we drove around
practicing.  At first she just gave me the birds and the bees lecture but
then she was convinced to give me a blow job since sex between us would be
inappropriate.  That was until she saw my classmate and his mother fucking
like rabbits at the drive-in and having a blast.  She eventually consented
sometimes on our drives.

   "I'm still your mother, you know?  I'm not just the woman of the house.
I'm not just some fuck toy for you, son."

   "I know.  You were pretty awesome even before we started having sex."

   She punched my arm as if she were one of the girls my age and I pulled
her toward me, squeezing her ass and kissing her like a man.

   "Enough of that.  Time to do your homework, son."

   "Is homework code for you?"

   She punched me again, hard enough to hurt.  "Go!  Homework!  Now!"

   The next day at school, I high-fived Thomas and regaled the rest of my
friends with what a woman's pussy, especially one's mother's felt like. 
Jordan's succinct reply of "Fuck!"was almost a satisfaction in itself.

   "We'll help hold her down if you're too chicken but it really would be
best if you did it by yourself.  Be a man!" Jordan said he would muster up
the courage.  He'd even film it as proof to us.

   I was in high spirits when I came home.  It was a short day for us and
mom would not have gone to pick up my sister from school yet.  If I was
honest, I was optimistic that maybe the man and woman of the house would
have a nice romp in the sack before that time.  That was not to be.

   The scene that met me when I entered her (our?) bedroom was shocking to
say the least.  My poor mother's nude body was hanging from the ceiling
fan, blood dripping down her legs and onto the bedsheets from her lacerated
pussy, rope burns around her neck, cuts where she'd torn at her neck to get
the rope off, the room a wreck.

   I tore to my computer, hoping the cameras had caught something and was
unfortunately right.  The cameras had picked up every moment of my mother's
last few, starting with the violent sex she was having with my father.  She
was fighting him yet moaning like a total slut the whole time.  Then my
father got his things and just left her, lying there, sobbing.

   There she lay until she walked into the bathroom, pulled a sheet of
sandpaper from inside her, covered in blood and flushed it down the toilet.
She scribbled a note, hid it in her sock drawer and tied a rope around the
fan, placing the rope around her neck and stepping toward eternity.  I
couldn't watch any further.  I tore down all the cameras I'd placed in her
room.  This was not how it was supposed to go.  This isn't what I'd put
cameras up to record.

   I called 911.  What else could I do?  My mother, my lover was hanging at
the end of a rope.  Rachel was still at school and I needed to know how to
proceed.  How do you tell your 5-year-old sister that mommy's not coming
back and it's not for the reasons daddy isn't?

   To say the next few months were nightmarish would be putting things
mildly.  The trial for my dad took place during that time as he was known
to be the last person around and he had no alibi.  Furthermore, since mom
had committed suicide based on what had previously transpired, he was on
the stand for both her rape and murder.  Only I knew that she'd essentially
framed him with her tricks and her great acting.  He lacked an alibi and
his excuses were flimsy.  He'd left DNA at the scene.  The judge and jury
ruled it as a pretty open-and-shut case.  They threw the book at him giving
him 25 years for the brutality of the crime.  Furthermore, alimony/child
support payments were to continue so that by the time he gets out of jail,
he'll have very little-or nothing- in his estate.

   The one bright spot in all of this was at my mother's funeral
surprisingly.  As I accepted the condolences of those at the funeral, the
last well-wisher/mourner was a lady a bit younger than mom.  Her Asian face
defied time and as she hugged me, I felt her chest against mine.  I felt
the lack of a bra.  Felt that in one way she was larger than mom had been.
Felt her take both my sister's and my hands and take us to her car.  She
told us her name was Miki, pronounced like the mouse.

   After we put Rachel to bed, Miki took me into the master bedroom and
closed the door before lying down on the bed and unleashing a tsunami of
tears.  As I held her like a sailor clinging to the wreckage of his ship,
eventually her sobbing subsided and she began to tell me things I never
knew about my mom's life.

   "My name is Tanaka Miki.  Or as you crazy Americans make it all
backwards, Miki Tanaka.  You can call me Miki or Aunt Miki if you want to
be formal.  I was for many years your mother's lover.  Secretly of course."
She went to a dresser filled with books and magazines of swimsuit and
lingerie models.  I knew about these and just figured it was my dad's
collection left behind.  Every one had a pink label on at least one page.
They all featured the woman beside me.

   She then rooted around under the bed, presenting me with a large photo
album of my mother and Miki in various places, smiling, laughing, making
goofy faces and peace signs.

   "I bet you thought these were your dad's.  I'm sure if he saw them, he
probably would have rubbed one out on the pages as he had a bit of a crush
on me.  Think he would have loved it if both your mom and I had had a
threesome with him."

   "I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself.  All these pictures are
obviously me," she said as she struck a pose.  "I've been a model since I
was a teenager in Japan." "So you're Japanese then?  You're very pretty. 
You make a very sexy model.  I can see why you've had such a long career in
it."

   "Why thank you, Michael.  Of course I'm Japanese.  Didn't the name give
it away?  I'm glad you think I'm sexy though.  Do keep this collection. 
I'm sure she would want you to have it." She started blubbering again until
I held her tight and she'd cried it out of her.  My shirt was getting
pretty damp by this point but I didn't care.

   Once Miki had stopped crying, she continued talking.  "One of my
earliest memories was of ballet class when I was about 5 or 6.  I loved
twirling around in my tutu or my unitard.  Our coach was an older man.  His
daughter was in our troupe and was about my age.  I guess they all were
about my age."

   "Day after day, one by one, he would have us stay after class to
practice on the split machine.  It was easier when we were younger to learn
flexibility."

   "My day came and he took me into the equipment shed.  Cliche, I know.  I
do know now anyway.  He told me to stand in a certain spot before strapping
my arms and legs down and rotating the equipment until I was on my back. 
He then turned a small wheel beside my head and inexorably my legs drew
apart until they were in a straight line with each other.  My muscles
burned from being pulled about like this.  The band of my unitard was
giving me the worst wedgie ever and he just sat back for a bit, enjoying
the view."

   "Presently, he pulled a knife from his pocket and cut the unitard from
me.  My parents were going to be pissed.  It's a surprisingly expensive
piece of equipment."

   "As the feeling of relief for my poor crotch washed over me, so too did
a feeling of vulnerability.  I was strapped down, spread out, naked and
powerless and at the mercy of my teacher.  He kept calling me Yuka the
whole time.  And then he took off his clothes.  No ceremony.  Just in them
one moment and naked the next."

   "Where I had clefts and folds and the like, what he had between his legs
was grotesque and hairy.  As I watched, it doubled in size and he walked
over to me."

   `Yuka, daddy has to teach you a few things about pleasing him.  Open
your mouth.'

   "I did as I was told because what choice did I have.  Even though he
called me by the wrong name, I still wanted to show him that I was a good,
obedient girl.  Japanese don't value being independent to the same extent
as Americans do."

   "I remember every smell and taste as if it was only yesterday that I was
strapped to the splits rack.  When he'd unzipped his pants, the stench of
sweat and piss and semen assaulted my nose.  He probably had worn the same
pair of underwear for days."

   "A pink monster, or that's how it seemed, had been revealed as he
stripped.  He unmasked himself as a naked horny man, naked and rubbing his
junk on my face, leaving his slime all over my cheeks."

   `Remember, licking and sucking it like a popsicle is what you have to
do. Open as wide as you can and let all of me in as much as possible.' Now
both his man stink and the unfamiliar flavor of his salty spunk assaulted
my senses."

   "Time seemed to me to be at a standstill.  There was no clock.  I licked
and sucked him forever it seemed until he flooded my mouth with baby
coaches.  By now, my mouth felt so dry that if I'd tried to scream, it
probably would've been no more than a croak.  I swallowed it all just for
some relief, not knowing he'd love that."

   `Yuka, you've been such a good girl.  I'm going to reward you.'

   "Are you going to let me go now?  I've done everything you've asked. 
Please let me go home."

   `No, you stupid girl.  I didn't say I was done.  Do you want daddy to
spank you?'

   "He walked in front of me, gazing lustfully on my nude, bound young
body. He was getting hard once more.  He aimed for a spot between my legs
and pain shot through my body.  I didn't know what he was doing, only that
it hurt and I wanted it to stop.  It felt like he'd shoved a hot log up
inside me.  But despite my tears, no matter how much I cried for my parents
to save me or for him to stop, it only made him fuck me harder.  I was
thankful he wasn't more well-endowed."

   "Finally, warmth flooded into me and I knew he had finished again.  He
cleaned me up with a white handkerchief, showing it to me, covered with my
virginity, his seed and hours(?) of rape."

   "He let me go after that.  Gave me a spare uniform to wear home.  Told
me Yuka had been a good girl and daddy loved her very much.  He gave me
money and I caught the last train home.  I've shortened it somewhat.  I'd
rather not relive every detail as vividly as that day."

   "The next day at practice, he acted as if nothing had happened.  He even
asked another one of my classmates, my best friend and possibly my first
lesbian crush, to stay after class.  I'd been prepared for this.  I'd found
out something online that was colorless, odorless and tasteless and had
spiked his daughter Yuka's drink with it.  My logic was to punish him by
eliminating the girl he clearly wanted to have sex with and possibly was
practicing on us with.  I'd hoped that seeing her die would make him kill
himself.  I hadn't expected him to take a huge swig from his daughter's
water.  In Japan they might call that an indirect kiss if she drank from it
after he did.  Maybe that's exactly what he was going for."

   "He collapsed on the ground, writhing in agony as we all watched, Yuka
sobbing as he died.  Not quite the way she sobbed when she was introduced
to the splits contraption.  Not the way she cried and begged and pleaded as
we took out our anger at our rapes on her, made her do the things we'd been
forced to do by "daddy dearest".  Not the way she whispered her last words
as she joined her father in hell."

   "Fast forward a few years to when I was 13, when my older brother
explained the whole man/woman of the house thing to me.  `The oldest man
and woman of child-bearing age in the house are the man and woman of it. 
They don't have to be married.  They can be brother and sister, father and
daughter, mother and son.  Doesn't matter.  They can either of them refuse
if they'd rather not consummate it or they could just enjoy the sex and not
produce children.  It's up to them.'"

   "To say we consummated the relationship would be an understatement.  Our
guardian, a nearly deaf grandmother, would have been appalled,
unquestionably, if she knew we did it before bed and often on the train to
school.  He always stood behind me and the rocking of the cars would rock
us against each other until we came just before we reached our station."

   "Though we tried our best over and over and over again, I never got my
brother's baby inside me.  Apparently he was as sterile as a hypodermic
injection.  Hot damn though, it sure was fun to try.  Maybe it's best we
didn't get pregnant at our ages."

   "I'd been a model since I was around 13 or 14.  Swimsuits and other
clothes, exclusively.  My brother was very protective of his sister and
mistress and he taught me how to spot hidden cameras in dressing rooms and
the like and how to bring a dark poncho or something to dress under just in
case I missed one.  You might think this was a bit overprotective and
controlling, but I liked how he looked out for me and I wasn't in any hurry
to show off my body to strangers.  Not all of it at least."

   "While we're on the subject of cameras, I know you had some up in here
when I was last here, the night you exerted your prerogative as man of the
house on your mother.  She told me all about it.  She moaned my name,
didn't she?  And you thought she was moaning yours, I bet.  Maybe not at
first ;) I was scheduled to come over that night and got delayed.  That's
why you were mistaken for me at first.  Well, until you blew your load
inside her.  Did you keep the videos by any chance?"

   "Yes," I said.  "While I'm not sure I would want to watch her last
moments again, I still have the videos.  I still have the night you talked
about too, where I lost my virginity to her.  Would you like to see them?"

   "Yes, it might provide the closure I need right now.  I'm sure you
didn't want to throw away the only tie you had to her.  It's okay.  I loved
her too.  The night you had sex with her first, when I got there I talked
about starting a family, marrying her and letting you be the sperm donor. I
wanted to have a baby with your mother very much but she had no sperm and
you did, even though our offspring would be only 25% her DNA instead of
50%, I was okay with that.  Some of her was better than none.  But even
though it was perfectly legal for two women to get married, she didn't want
to make our relationship public.  Might jeopardize my modeling career or
some bullshit.  Excuses, excuses."

   I fetched the videos and cameras from where I had hidden them so the
investigators wouldn't find evidence that might have helped my dad.  I
started the video of mom's suicide and framing her ex-husband.  Miki
started crying so hard, I wasn't sure how much she could actually see.  She
was mine to protect and I felt like a failure, even when I held her close
to me and she started soaking my shirt with tears and snot.

   "Stupid....stupid...why was she so stupid?  You know she loved you both.
She confessed to me that she didn't hate fucking you as much as she let on.
She felt guilty, sure.  Her Catholic upbringing had drummed that into her.
Maybe that's why she didn't want to marry me.  Perhaps she thought she'd
just be spiraling down into a very fiery end.  It's not as if she could get
pregnant, right?  Just enjoy all the sex with no repercussions.  Besides,
she could have married me and not had sex with you and left you to me.  Or
had sex with a condom if she was so worried.  I really don't think she
thought all the possibilities through."

   I nodded.  If she had let me, I'd sure have tried, like Miki and her
brother had, before she'd gone off to school in America and roomed with mom
who was a few years older.  They'd started a relationship before mom had
intentionally gotten knocked up by one of the richest guys she knew, he'd
married her (sort of forced to) and they had me.  The rest you already
know.

   I went over to the sock drawer and pulled out the note mom had stashed
there.  I had almost forgotten it.  Of course I had yet to read it.  I sat
beside Miki on the bed and opened it.

   "Dear Michael, if you are reading this, I am already dead.  It is not
your fault so please don't blame yourself.  It's all me.  Take care of
Rachel and Miki.  I love you all and I've given Miki custody of you and
your sister.  I would trust nobody more to take care of you.  I know you
and your sister will grow into fine adults, with or without me.  Tell Aunt
Miki I loved her so so much and not to take everything I said too
seriously. I love you all so very very much.  Love, mom."

   Miki had once again become a crying mess and since it was late, I wished
her a good night and began walking to the door.

   "Where are you going, young man?"

   "I'm going to bed."

   "You're the man of the house, aren't you?  And I'm the lady?  You really
shouldn't think all women will spurn you just because one kind of did,
especially when they've indicated the opposite.  I'm sure grief interfered
with your hearing so I'll let it go.  I don't say what I just said to many
people, boys especially.  I thought you of all people deserved to know
about the stranger who showed up at your mother's funeral and now took you
in.  Your place is here with me if you agree to it."

   I took the hint and crawled into bed beside Miki.  Mom hadn't really let
me stay in her bed.  I hoped the fact that she had died in here wouldn't
ruin our sleep.  Miki was crying again, softly into her pillow so she
wouldn't wake me or keep me awake.  I drew her close.

   "Good night.  We'll never forget mom and perhaps we'll even honor her
with a grandchild in time.  We both loved her as much as she'd let us," I
said, holding Miki against me.

   "Good night," she replied.  Sleepy.  Weepy.  We'd have plenty of
catching up to do in the morning.  I sincerely hoped she wouldn't cry all
night but I couldn't blame her if she did.

   Rachel accepted "Aunt Miki" with grace considering she'd just lost her
mother at the age of 5 and suddenly she had a new mommy of sorts.  She'd
hug her and tell her she hoped she never went to heaven like mommy had. 
Miki took it in stride.  She loved us both like a mommy.  Some of us more
than others.  Besides, if the Catholic Church was right about suicide, Miki
would have to go to hell to meet up with her, with all the other bisexuals
and homosexuals and those who committed suicide.

   The man and woman of the house didn't consummate their newfound
relationship for over a week after the previous lady of the house's funeral
out of respect.  I woke to find she wasn't beside me one morning.  I
naturally assumed she'd just gone to the restroom and rolled onto my back.
I was already awake so why pretend to even try going back to sleep.  The
bed squeaked as suddenly a pretty face framed by brunette bangs hovered
over mine before lowering itself toward me.  "Good morning lover boy," she
said as I pulled her against me, lips hungry for each other.

   Breakfast was late that day.  Breakfast was to be late for many days to
come.  She told me she had a special surprise for me that very few people
ever got to see as she began a very slow and sexy striptease for me.  She
could have been a stripper.  With her black lingerie, black silk stockings,
she had me turned on before she even started taking them off.

   "Only my lovers have really seen me naked and there weren't too many of
them.  I'm sort of proud of that fact."

   As she distracted me by tossing her silken panties at me, she straddled
me, pinning my hips to the bed with her weight.  She wasn't very tall or
heavy and her breasts seemed larger because of the contrast but she was
still more stacked than mom was.

   Miki caught me staring at her pasty white mounds, soft and tasty they
seemed to me.  "I take it you like what you see, Michael.  I've got the
tits, your mom had the ass.  Not big but shapely.  I used to love to grab
on to it and help her fuck me.  She was the more masculine of us and she
was usually on top, but why am I telling you this?  I guess it can't hurt.
She was a lover to both of us and she would have been if she hadn't taken
it upon herself to leave this world.  There's no reason I should be ashamed
of my sexual past."

   "Now that you mention it, she did have a pretty shapely ass.  But,
you're well worth what people pay you for photo books.  I'm so happy I get
the photo book extra version."

   "As the more experienced of us, I want to teach you everything I know
about pleasing a woman.  Who better than a bisexual girl?"

   "How about I start with what I know and you can tell me how to do it
better?" I grinned as I flipped her off of me, her legs splayed out like a
dead spider, her lady bits flush with blood and wet with lust.  I got on
top of her, left a lingering kiss on her lips, multiple multiple kisses
down her neck, her breasts, her belly and last the hairless region between
her spread legs.  I kissed her lower lips alternately as tenderly as I had
my mother and sister's and as savagely hungry the next.

   "Oh my god!" Miki said shakily after her orgasm.  "Your mother always
said you ate pussy like me.  Guess we both do a pretty good job of it. 
I've been curious ever since she said it how it felt to be eaten out by my
self."

   "Plenty more where that came from.  I think we're going to get along
just fine, you and I."

   "This is probably a bad time to spring something like this on you, but
I'm moving this family to Japan.  My work is there, I have to go back."

   "It's fine.  You don't have to ask my permission.  I'm sure it will be
lovely.  Sex isn't the only thing I might have to pick up fast."

   Miki pulled me toward her, her hand loosing mini-Michael from his
restraint, her tongue with a seeming mind of its own.  Up the shaft, down
the shaft, licking and sucking at the sensitive head, holding me there,
lifting me up, letting me fall until I couldn't hold back any more and I
blew inside her mouth.  She didn't hesitate to swallow, as nasty as I'd
been told it was.  She actually seemed pretty pleased with herself.  But
she had loved her brother before me so I imagined that if she had enjoyed
pleasing him, maybe she'd started to transfer those feelings to the new
head of house.  Was like pulling teeth to get mom to do it though and she'd
just given them to satiate my lust so I wouldn't push her to do more. 
Never once had she worked such magic with her mouth as our mutual lover had
just done.

   "Oh my god, Miki!  I think I love you!  Have my babies!"

   She giggled, a bit of red forming on her cheeks, "You're welcome, silly.
We're partners now and partners look out for the interests of each other. I
think that makes us even now, doesn't it?  But I'm not done with you yet,
Michael.  Let's practice making a baby, shall we?" She pushed me back onto
the bed and straddled me.

   I had never enjoyed a woman quite the way I was "forced" to enjoy Miki.
As I sank into her warm embrace, looked up at her as her beautiful brown
eyes looked into mine, her breasts bobbing in time with her motions, I
confess that briefly I was glad mom had left us.  Briefly, then I wished
more fervently that she had married Miki so everyone could have had what
they wanted.

   True to her word, our family moved to Tokyo for Miki's modeling career.
Rachel picked up Japanese from her school and Miki taught me personally.  A
guy couldn't ask for a better, more patient or sexy teacher.  The teacher
costume play sex was even better.

   Our beautiful little life continued peacefully for three wonderful
years, until my 18th birthday to be precise.  Miki had baked a magnificent
strawberry cake to commemorate the occasion, clad in nothing but an apron.
It's incredible that she finished it at all as I was naught but a nuisance.

   After the candles had been blown out and the cake consumed and Rachel
put to bed, Miki pulled me into our bedroom and told me that she was now
nearing 40 and she thought it was high time that we both fulfilled our
duties as man and woman.  She thought 18 was a good time to become a
father. She'd always wondered if she hadn't been the reason she'd never had
kids with her brother.  After being reassured she was pretty and perfect,
we set to work.

   Many times I've been told that making a baby is a lot of pressure on the
man and it's in no way sexy.  That may be true and the onus was on me not
only to satisfy her (she had taught me well) but also to impregnate her as
my duty stated I should, but sex with her was never an onerous task. 
Obligation may be the worst form of motivation but there were mitigating
factors.  1.  There was a model in my bed.  2.  She was blessed with 2
all-natural breasts of very pleasing size and shape.  3.  Most importantly,
she was naked and we were in love.

   The next week was full of opportunities for sex; the next month or so,
anxiety.  Miki because she might be out of a job during and/or after her
pregnancy if she turned out to be carrying.  She was anxious about that
too. So was I, but part of that was her nervousness rubbing off on me and
the other part, well, that all belonged to me.  I wanted above all for her
to be happy.  It was a burden that never was burdensome.  She had been
willed to me, after a fashion, by mother.  Being neither a spoilt cunt who
doesn't place value in things gotten for free and being a generally loving
person, since mom had loved her, I'd extended the bubble and included Miki.
She was now my lover, my family.  I prayed our family would grow, that
Rachel could have at least one younger sibling.

   As it happened, we could have saved our anxiety for later in the
pregnancy.  Neither of us was impotent.  As it turned out, she was carrying
twins, one of each.  At least they'd have someone to play with later in
life.  Miki was overjoyed.  Even sis was pretty happy about it when we
broke the news that she'd have littler siblings.  We didn't cover the "how"
of conception or pregnancy; she was probably still too young for that talk.

   The next day I received an unexpected surprise from Miki.  She told me
it might come in useful someday.  There were still things she hadn't taught
me yet about pleasing a woman.

   "There's one hole girls like to avoid either because of past experiences
or because they consider it gross.  If done right, it's a little weird
still, but much less painful.  Truth be told, if you know the right
position, she can still have quite an orgasm through anal sex.  Mostly the
joys of anal are in its sense of being forbidden.  She's a dirty girl for
agreeing to it.  Combine that with a bit of a feeling of being coerced or
forced and she'll be all over you.  Disclaimer: surprise butt sex might
make for some funny captions, but you should never actually force a girl to
do anal.  Also, use plenty of lube.  Butts don't produce their own, not
like her vagina.  It also helps if she's relaxed, just like popping a
girl's cherry.  And definitely better if she already pooped.  Do you want
to write this down?"

   "Nope, I want you to take your clothes off.  Slowly.  Seductively.  Be
the naughty little minx you were when we first had sex."

   She did a little bit of a spin, clad simply in one of my shirts and blew
me a kiss.  Her lips formed a pouty, duck face and I pretended to pinch her
protruding lips from the bed where I sat watching.  I'd never understood
the obsession with girls and duck faces in general, but when Miki did it,
she made it sexy.  Inch by inch she took the shirt up and off of her,
shimmying and shaking to some unheard music in her head.  She showed off
her breasts and her butt in her new pink lingerie.  It was true, mom had a
more shapely bum from the times I'd bent her over the hood on our driving
practices but Miki made up for it with willingness and enthusiasm.

   Miki unhooked her bra, eyed locked to mine as she winked at me and shook
herself out of it, tossing it my direction like she was a stripper or
something.  I guess this was like a private dance, come to think of it. 
Just a whole lot cheaper.

   She crawled up to me like a cat on all fours, her breasts swinging and
bumping against each other as she advanced.

   "How is it so far?  I wanted to do this before I got fat and unsexy."

   "You'll always be sexy to me, little missy.  Don't you worry your sweet
tits over that."

   She gave me a peck on the cheek and rolled to the side before I could
catch her.  "I'm not done yet, you impatient boy." Her fingers ran their
way around the waistband of her pink underwear before going inside and
tracing the contours of what they hid before working them down to her
ankles, bending over, smiling cheekily as she did so.  She knew the effect
her naked body always had on me.  `Little tease,' thought my cock as it
roused from slumber.

   It took very little to throw her off balance, bent over as she was.  I
rolled to the edge of the bed, pulling on her elbow and she fell heavily on
the bed beside me.

   I got up, positioning myself between her legs.

   "Miki, you said something about making sure a girl's relaxed before
anal, right?:

   "I thought you said you were listening."

   "Of course I was, though I may have been briefly hypnotized by your
bosom."

   I looked in the nightstand where I kept a bottle of erotic massage oils,
picked out the lavender one and squirted an ample amount of it onto her
back, spreading it all around and kneading it into her muscles.  If there
was one drawback to her lovely, soft, white breasts, it was the strain they
put on her thin frame.  By this point, Miki smelled heavenly.  The massage
had her moaning in pleasure and sometimes pain.  Her crotch was pressed
into the sheets, her wet mouth desiring more.  More.  More of the pleasure
her clitoris could provide for her.

   I looked in the drawer yet again for a tube I'd had no cause to use
before: lubricant.  Miki squealed when I squirted most of it up her butt
(It was kinda cold) and slathered a bunch on my member as well.  Then she
returned to her post-massage, post-orgasmic stupor, relaxed.
I positioned myself at the entrance to her forbidden hole and grabbed
the hills of her hips and ass as I slowly pulled her against me and onto
me. She moaned and told me how much she loved me and that I should get
higher.  I whispered that I loved her too as I moved my body upwards,
cupping her lovely soft breasts in my hands "for leverage", nibbling and
licking her ear as the new angle pressed me against her G-spot when I'd

slowly impale her with myself.

   To be fair, I don't know how long we had sex.  I went gently except when
either of us came close to cumming, replenishing lubricant as needed.  The
way her muscles squeezed against my love muscle didn't seem all that
relaxed to me but it was anal sex and forbidden so I didn't complain.  That
Miki, tall and long-legged by Japanese standards, still could fit under my
chin when we had sex was pretty hot.  And that she was only half-conscious
and mumbling my name when I took her into the shower to clean up was better
still.  Not bad for first time anal, eh?

   Miki came to in the shower and just said "Oh my god!" before wrapping
her arms around me tight as can be.  "Anal sex can be pretty orgasmic and
intense you know.  Just try not to force the issue too much or it might
ruin things.  Half of what makes it so hot is that it's not commonplace. 
The rest is technique and lots of lube.  A good connection between both
partners never hurts either."

   That Rachel had gone to bed already was a superb boon for her "parents'"
love-making that night.  Between what we'd done and what we planned to do
in the shower, we were going to be making some pretty adult noises that
maybe an 8-year-old should not be hearing.

   The next 8 months were a roller coaster for us as expectant first-time
parents.  Between the nausea, the mood swings, the weight gain, the crying
and the hormones, I was very relieved when Miki pushed our son and a
daughter into the world on Rachel's birthday, September 11th.  We'd allowed
her to attend the delivery partly because it was her birthday and because a
baby coming into the world is more special and more age-appropriate than a
baby coming into the womb, possibly.  As for Miki, she was just glad it was
over and she'd produced a boy to carry on my name.  For Rachel, she was
happy to have a little brother and sister though they were her niece and
nephew in reality.  And as for me, I was thankful for both of those, I was
thankful for their health and most of all for mama Miki.

   That the kids, Yuuki (the boy) and Yuki (his sister) got in the way of
our sex life for a while would be fair to say.  I knew it would happen-the
lack of libido for Miki-especially after she had her tubes tied.  I'd heard
that some women experience physical pain after birth when having
intercourse, even not directly after.  But there are plenty of ways to be
sexual with your partner without actual penetration.  There are ways to
keep a relationship strong (oral and anal served us well as did date
nights; I was dating a model!).  She and I made sure our relationship
didn't suffer in any way.  Oral and anal we got even better at.  Like any
sex, a genuine desire to have your partner enjoy it helps a lot.

   Yuuki and Yuki grew like weeds.  It seemed like only a day from cradle
to cavorting about the living room.  Rachel proved to be a great babysitter
for date nights (and free!) and we agreed to raise the kids in a bilingual
home.  I spoke to them in English and Miki taught them Japanese so
whichever language we'd choose to use would be intelligible by both (maybe
as a privacy language we should have picked up Spanish.  It's sexy).

   After the twins' 3rd birthday, Miki announced that they were moving with
her back to Japan.  As shocking as this was, she's already told me her
reasons.  The company she worked for had called her back to work there
after almost a year in our old house in the States.  She also had mentioned
that mom had stepped down as head of the house before and that had led to
children and happiness for her (who I could video call at any time).  Most
of all, sis was 11 now and so she'd need the talk and would certainly be
wanting to take her place as the woman of the house soon.  "Don't think of
it as me saying goodbye.  You're always welcome to visit.  Think of it more
like `See you soon'.  Not `Sayounara' so much as `Mata, ne'.  I've enjoyed
being the lady of the house and having you as my partner and I'm sure
Rachel will too.  I love you two very much.  Mata aemasu.  We'll meet
again. I can hardly wait.  I love you." And then Miki was gone.  Thus began
Chapter 2 of my saga.