My ties

[cygnet]

A good story. Please carry on.

[pary]

The dates, the introduction of the Nokia 3210, the 5 day work week,...the occurance of these events all makes the story seem sooo real!

Its like having done lots of research or having good memory of these stuff. Feels like reading the famed chinese author "Jin Yong" again.

Great writing!!

[ilikeoldchangke]

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.

[acidicavex]

Finally a update phew nice one for the day bro!

[justanothermeat]

doing brilliantly, bro. keep up the great work. fascinatingly told. bravo.!!

[sup3rm2n]

Very well written.

The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

[ben69]

u r finally back bro ilikeoldchangke!!!

as usual, u never fail to amaze us with ur stories & keep us rooted for more..

thank u bro!

[LunarLover]

Welcome back bro ilikeoldchangke, the wait is finally over

[callmebad]

for sure, when I visit an Old Chang Kee store next time, I will think of your story!

[alphonsus]

As your usual style, slow...and sensual.

I like it

[eeemen]

Welcome back bro, looking forward to your very engrossing story!! Cheers ................

[astronaut]

Eloquent. Thanks.

[ilikeoldchangke]

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.

[watssupp]

Ts u really can write nice story...thumbs up...cheers

[yang punk]

Hope there will be another chapter before this day is up!