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All for Mr. Redman Chapter 7
The final week of classes had come to an end. After exams I would be saying goodbye to my Junior Year. As anyone who had been there knows, exams are a high pressure time and sometimes the pressure builds to the point that someone snaps or does something absolutely stupid that they would never normally do.
I really wanted nothing more than to go to Peter's, curl up in his strong arms, and just be at peace and try to forget it all. However, that sort of escapism was not going to change the situation and would've had me freaking out when I realized I had lost a night of studying.
Peter, being a High School teacher only had about another month of work. He did not sign up for, nor had he been asked, to teach during the summer. His seniority was working in his favour, and he wanted his summer vacation. I had been looking for summer employment as well, but was having a bitch of a time finding anything career related. I wanted to stay in the City, and that was kind of limiting, since I could have taken a Ministry contract and worked in northern Ontario. I was being selfish though, I wanted to stay close to Peter. His following me up there was not an option because I would have been staying in provided housing with others.
That evening I made the hardest phone call I could recall. I telephoned Peter to tell him I could not spend the weekend with him. He understood and tried to be supportive, but I could tell he was disappointed. I felt bad, but had to push that feeling away.
The next 10 days were going to be very busy for me. I was lucky in how my exams were timed. The lousy part was that was last one was not until the following Saturday at 10am. Fortunately, most landed in the afternoon so I would at least not have to get up in a rush and could better focus.
I studied and was working very hard. Amanda was out someplace and everything was going smoothly.
At 11:42pm there was a knock on the door. Why can I recall the exact time? Because I looked at my computer, swore, and got up to answer the door.
Since I was studying I had dressed comfortably. I had my MMA shorts on and a tight athletic sleeveless top, with no bra. My hair was in a ponytail and feet were bare.
I was still holding my pencil when I answered the door. I honestly expected it to be someone from the floor, not who was there. Opening the door I saw Jason. In a glance I knew he had been drinking. I think the biggest give away was the open bottle of Jack Daniels he was holding.
When he saw me he smiled and leaned on the door frame with his shoulder. “Hey Sachiko, whats up?”
I know I looked a little pissed off “What do you want?”
He held up the bottle and said “Why don't you take a break.”
“Go home Jason” and I started closing the door. What he did next caught me completely by surprise. I mean the guy was an asshole, but I did not expect him to react like he did.
He threw his shoulder into the door and rammed it open hard before it was closed. The door hit me I was knocked flat by it, landing on my back. It also cut my right foot when it scraped there. He threw the bottle at me and it hit me in the head, not too solid, but a glancing blow. I was lucky. The JD spilled on me and he jumped on my chest and kicked the door shut with his foot.
I began to scream and he jammed his hand over my mouth, blocking my nostrils and my ability to breath through my mouth. Combined with the weight of him pressing down on my chest, I knew this was a bad situation. Plus I was trapped between the two beds with no real space to roll or break free.
His reach was a lot longer than mine. When I grabbed at his hand he dropped his elbow over my face, turning it to the side, and thumped his weight on me again, but not enough to do much. He changed his grip and grabbing my chest by the shirt, he lifted my body before slamming me back on the floor. My head bounced on the hard floor and I was seeing stars. I could not get air and he was going to win this fight. His larger size, weight, and strength and my bad position were all working against me.
He said quietly “Don't you fucking scream.”
I didn't need my head slammed off the floor again so I just laid there glaring at him.
“Fucking tease, you thought you could act like a cunt to me and get away with it? Fuck you bitch... in fact... that's exactly what is going to happen here.” he snarled at me. I knew he would have to move me to get anywhere if he wanted to rape me, so I waited. I calmed myself, and he mistook that for compliance. He held my hands up above my head and trapping them in one of his hands and started pulling my top up with the other. He was still on top so I had to wait for a better opportunity.
He ran his hands over my tits and said “Fucking nice tits. You want this don't you? You want it, I know it.”
I didn't say anything, just laid there while that rotten fucker molested me.
The moment I waited for came. He pulled me up and forced me down over the bed. He started yanking at my shorts and I didn't make it too easy. When he made the mistake of leaning his head to far forward I pushed back with with my hands and flung my head back. The back of my head hit him right on the nose. He screamed and I ducked and twisted. Good thing I did because he tried to punch me, but he missed.
Turned sideways I use a blade strike on the side of his neck and pushed back with my ass hard. He fell backwards, hitting his head on Amanda's bed.
I jumped to my feet as fast as I could. I was screaming in anger at him, but I don't know what exactly I said but I did use the word “Rapist.” That drew a lot of attention.
Grabbing my kettle I dumped the still hot, but not quite boiling water on his head. I used the kettle to hit him in the side of the head. I tossed it as the door to my room was opened.
I didn't look to see who was there, I was so fucking angry. He was screaming and I didn't care if he was burned. I grabbed his hair with both hands, planted my left foot forward, and struck him in the side of the head with a knee strike three times using my right knee.
Admittedly, I had completely loss control. I let his head go and stomped his knee as hard as I could more than once. He was way past resisting, but that bastard had violated me and I was going to kill him for it.
Multiple voices were screaming at me and a bunch of hands grabbed me and pulled me back. They dragged me out of the room into the hall. I was screaming at him in Japanese that I was going to kill him. Dimly and then louder I heard my name being said over and over as I was pulled into the hallway.
I turned and looked and screamed “WHAT!!!!”
Rachel, one of the girls from the next room had my shoulders and was looking at me “Jesus Sachiko! Calm down! It's over! You kicked his ass! It's over.”
I leaned back against the wall and looked down at my foot. It was bleeding all over the floor and you could see bloody footprints where I had been dragged.
She looked at it and said “Oh shit” and yelled for help. I could see that clearly the Police had been called. They were running up the hall toward us.
“Sit down, come on sit” and she pushed on my shoulders to get me on a chair some guy I didn't know had brought over.
The Police ran into my room, because it didn't sound all that much like it was over in there. Turns out that a pair of guys had decided that Jason had not received enough correction.
Things settled down and one of the Constables came over to me. I told him what happened and he said they were taking him. He was going to be charged with sexual assault causing bodily harm, apparently because my foot would need stitches. I can still recall his voice, it was soothing and sounded like Peter's.
Two ambulances came. Jason was taken out first. The asshole flipped me the finger and called me a cunt as they were wheeling him out. The Constable barely managed to grab me before I threw the chair. I was seeing red again and really wanted to finish Jason off.
If nothing else the Constable later told me he admired my spirited nature.
This incident had a lot of fallout for myself and for Peter. It affected a lot of people.
I had to give the Police a statement and cooperate with their investigation. I did not resent that, they were doing their job and dedicated to getting it right. They did it exceedingly well actually as events played out later.
The lost time studying because of this, the anger, and the fight were exhausting. Not too mention I was mad at myself. The door has a peephole and a deadbolt for a reason and I would never have answered it if I knew it was him. To say I felt like a fucking idiot was an understatement. I also felt really dirty because Jason had his hands on my body. I was being tore up inside with shame for being so stupid. I was also frustrated as I felt Jason got off light and deserved so much more. Time has put that into it's proper perspective.
My foot was cut bad and needed 9 stitches and that made getting around a bit of a challenge to say the least. It was also swollen.
Amanda totally freaked out when she got to the hospital. That is pretty draining, she was really pissed off. She and I talked about my feelings and it managed to make me feel a bit better and she was a champion for me. She had called Barbara and told her about it. Barbara was on a train coming back from Montreal and would not be back before I was discharged.
Peter was in tears when he heard what happened, then he got REALLY angry. It took both Amanda and I to calm him down. When he was relaxed again he said the best thing he could have at that time. “I love you so much.” and hugged me. He was so supportive, told me blaming myself was a normal reaction, and that when I had some time to think I would see how I had done nothing wrong. He even told me he was proud of me for beating up someone other than his cousin David. That made me laugh.
By the way, David chose not to come in the room. He was waiting outside to do anything Peter needed done. He also did not want to make me uncomfortable. To be honest, at first I would have been deeply embarrassed to see him after what happened, but later I would have been okay with it.
Last, but not least on the list of shit I had to deal with, the hospital called my parents.
Peter stayed with me, holding my hand and blocking the view, while my foot was stitched by the Doctor. I went for x-ray's, prior to stitching, but can't really say I remember much other than a dark room and a bubbly girl who kept moving my foot around.
The Doctor had just left, and I was pretty loopy on the medications they gave me for the pain. I was really out of it. Giggling was my favourite thing and telling Peter how amazing his eyes are. When I pointed them out to the nurse I know he was embarrassed. She laughed a lot while speaking to me and I recall I told her she was very beautiful. Without Peter there I think I would have made a serious ass of myself. Actually, I think I did that anyway.
The Police Constable dropped by, and left some information I needed with Peter, seeing that I was not really in condition for an intelligent discussion.
I was placed in a wheelchair and taken out to the hospital door by a Porter. He waited with me while Peter was coming with his car. The Porter had tattoos and for some reason I found that fascinating, can you say “High” boys and girls?
At the time I had no idea Amanda had left earlier, I thought she was with Peter. It turns out she had gone back to our room to make absolutely sure not trace of the attack was left.
Peter pulled up and had his doors open and that was when I heard my father's voice yelling my name. I looked around and saw my family as they rounded the back of Peter's car. My father demanded to know “What are you doing? Where do you think your going with MY daughter?”
I chirped up and started speaking Japanese to my family. Since I was still floating high on the drugs it was probably not the best way to tell them he was my boyfriend. In the three weeks I had been dating Peter I never mentioned him.
This is a problem because they wanted to know whenever I was dating, who I was dating, and the primary question they always asked was “Is he Japanese?”
Clearly my handsome Peter Redman was NOT Japanese.
I don't recall much of that first meeting between them. I do remember that they loaded me in their car, not his, and took me home with them. With everything in my system I passed out in the car and slept.
The next day I woke up in my old bedroom. I sluggishly sat up and felt shooting pain from my foot when I moved it. Everything came flashing back as I yelped in pain. Memories of the entire incident hit me and I broke down crying.
My sister, Yumiko, heard me yelp and came rushing through my door as I was just starting to cry. She wrapped her arms around me and held me as I was sobbing. I felt my mother's arms wrap around us and could see my father through my tears. We all had a rather emotional reunion.
After I calmed down my mother left to make food for me, and my father told my sister to leave the room.
My father sat down looking at me. I could see he felt terribly for me. I apologized to him for causing so much trouble and he just hugged me and said that was nonsense. We had a long talk about the attack and how it had all occurred. My father told me he was proud of me for not giving up and for fighting back. He hugged me again before lifting me in his arms and carrying me downstairs.
It was so weird being in the house again. It is a hard feeling to express. I felt I had grown and although this would always be the family home, it was not mine. I thought about Peter and how his home felt more natural to me.
Oh God Peter! It hit like a thunderbolt. They knew about him and we would be having a conversation about that very soon I was sure.
When I was seated with them it was like they were trying very hard to avoid that contentious subject. We talked about how I was feeling, which was better with the pain killer prescription having been filled for me. I chatted with them about their lives and we talked for a good hour before my mother finally jumped in with both feet.
“Who is Peter to you?” she asked.
The table went silent. My sister was looking down trying to avoid drawing attention. My father was looking right at me silently. My mother looked like she was ready for a very thorough discussion.
I took a breath and let it out slowly. Deciding that I had to tell them everything, since I had no intention of letting him go. As respectfully as I could, choosing my words carefully, I told them he was my boyfriend. I told them our history, how they met him when I was in Grade 12. I told them how we had encountered each other and everything from there. During this I made it quite clear through my words that I loved him and he was a factor in my life. Obviously I did not tell them anything about sex, I was not high anymore!
My parents did not interrupt me, allowing me to tell them all of this my way.
I told them about his family, how wonderful they were and what his parents did for a living, where they were educated.
Finally saying all this to them felt cathartic, like I was letting go of a great weight.
When I was finished speaking they were all staring at me with thoughtful expressions. Yumiko turned and looked at them with a “Its your turn” expression.
My parents looked at each other and turned back to me. My mother spoke telling me they had met him at the hospital last night and asked if I remembered that. I said I did, in a way, mostly confused images.
They then said something that almost made me explode. They admitted they told him to stay away from me. I flinched when I heard it and could barely stay seated.
I knew at that point that whatever words I said would dictate whether they were going to accept him. If they didn't I was in for a life of strained relations with them that may never be completely mended.
Staring at the table I quietly said “How did he react?”
My father said “He was not pleased, but seemed to accept it.”
“Accept it? That is highly unlikely. He did not want to start an argument with my parents in a public place. He was concerned for your face. He did not wish to make you look poorly. He knows that would have upset me. I know he would never abandon me for any reason. He did not wish to upset you further when he knew you were only concerned for me and worried about what I had endured. He has too much respect for me and my family to ever do such a thing.” I looked up at them and continued “I have told you everything. If his feelings for me and regard for me are not obvious I do not know what else I can say about it. His family is a happy and well respected one. They welcomed me because I was their son's choice and they approve of me. They took the time to speak to me and did not just make an uninformed decision. I am sorry, but I must insist that he be given an opportunity like mine.”
My mother then became agitated. She told me about mixed race relations, what would our children be, how will this look to my grandparents, did I understand the position I was placing them in, etc. She talked for some time, alternating between pleading and frustration.
My father had his say and echoed many of my mother's remarks. His tone was one of dictating to me.
Let me be clear that my parents are wonderful people, but at that time this is what they were struggling with.
Yumiko waited until we had all fallen silent and asked if she could be excused. She does not like conflict and so rarely sees it at home that she was very uncomfortable. I looked at my sister and could see the pleading in her eyes. My parents refused, so she had to stay. When my mother said she had to learn from my mistakes that was it.
I told them that I never imagined that they would be so close minded. I pointed out that I had expected a fair response from them. At this point I was very upset and trying not to let tears form. I informed them I had made a choice, one I never dreamed would actually be necessary. I held nothing back telling them I was being forced to choose between my family and a man who loved me completely, honestly. That Peter looked at me the way I always dreamed a man would. I flatly told them that I could see myself building a life with him and that he felt the same.
Taking a deep breath knowing this was it I said “So, since I will not give in and abandon him because you do not like his skin what do I do? Should I leave now?”
I have never defied my parents and I was shaking like a leaf inside. I knew this decision was not one I could ever pull back or unmake. The startling reality of that moment was one I will never forget.
Nothing was said for a full minute, one that seemed to go one for a year.
Deciding that their silence was an answer I began sitting back from the table and managed to stand with an effort. I look at them, for what I was sure might be the last time for a long while, turned and slowly made my way out of the room. My heart hurt so badly.
Yumiko appeared beside me and helped me upstairs. While gathering my cell phone and a few other small items for me she said “Please... don't do this. Give them time.”
I hugged my sister and said “Yumiko, I love him. I can't and won't abandon that because of their racist beliefs. I am tired of hiding it, I don't agree with them. Even if I married a Japanese man and had kids I would defend my children's right to choose for themselves who they marry and spend their lives with.”
Yumiko was holding me tightly and said “What about me?”
I smiled and said “You will always and forever be my little sister and I love you. No matter what happens, you are always in my heart. I want to make sure you get to know him. I know you agree with me, I can tell. We can see each other, they would never stop that. In time maybe they will change their minds. I love them and I honour them, but in this I cannot bend. You have to tell me if they ever need anything. I will give you money for them, but don't tell them where it is from. Okay?”
Yumiko nodded and we just sat there in silence holding each other. I finally drew back and picked up my cell phone and called Peter.
“Sachiko, how are you? Are you okay?” he asked in a voice filled with concern.
“I'm sore, but I will live.”
“That's not what I mean. Can you talk?”
“We can talk at your place. Can you come and get me please?” I said
“Of course I can.” I could hear the relied in his voice “Where are you?”
I told him the address and said “I will be waiting outside for you.”
“Oh God. Okay I will be there in 15 minutes.”
“15 minutes? Where are you?”
“I've been sitting at the Silver City Cinema lot for the last three hours. The one by the 407. I don't know where your parents live exactly, but you gave me enough clues before to at least get this close.”
“Thank you. I love you. I love you so much and I'm sorry” I said.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm coming to get you Sachiko. I love you.” he said and we hung up.
Yumiko had heard the conversation and asked where Peter lived. I wrote down the address for her and said that was probably where I would be once school was over, since I had to leave residence and could not live at home. She nodded and put the paper in her pocket.
When I said my parents would take time to adjust to the idea I had no idea how long it would take. I certainly did not expect my mother to come to the door.
“Sachiko, can you come downstairs, or if you wish I can have you father come upstairs.”
Yumiko and my mother helped me back downstairs. My sister left the living room and they did not object.
My parents looked at each other and back at me and my father did all the talking. He explained that they understood my position. They had listened to me and perhaps responded poorly. I pointed out the stress they were under due to last night and that it surely played a role. My father nodded and said that was probably it. They said there was no reason for me to take drastic action and cause hurt feelings to develop for everyone. I said it was regrettable, but that I did not see many choices at the time. They nodded and said they appreciated my position. In a long and careful way they explained that they would deal with their own parents, and that they had never known me to do something without thinking it through clearly and examining it from all angles in a mature and adult manner.
My father said “Did you do that in relation to Peter?”
“Yes Father”
“Are you sure you understand that our initial reaction reflects ones you may face in the future?”
“Yes Father. I did not make the choice I made lightly. I love him and that's not going to change” I said.
“Alright. Then I guess we will have to get to know this man better.” He said with a nod. “One more thing, have you argued? Had a disagreement?”
“Yes Father.” I continued “We have had difference and misunderstandings. We talked them out just like you do with mother. He is not a hot headed person, he would never hurt me.”
My father said with a smirk “It's not him hurting you I'm worried about my little tiger. Sachiko, you're our daughter and we are not going to let you go out of our lives because we don't agree with all your choices in life. You have always made us very proud in the past. We know that will never change.” He said with a caring smile.
I started to get up to go to him and they stopped me, coming over to my seat to hug me. I was so happy and that was when the doorbell rang.
Yumiko flew past the living room headed for the front door. “Yumiko, no friends inside right now!” my mother called out at her.
I cleared my throat and said “It's not a friend of Yumiko's. It's Peter, I called him to come and get me while I was upstairs.”
My mother stood and looked at me. She then turned to go to the front door, telling Yumiko to invite him inside.
I said to my father “He does not speak Japanese.” My father started to laugh quietly and said “I managed to figure that out last night.”
My mother came into the living room, leading Peter and gesturing him to come in. Yumiko stayed by his side and she looked at me and mouthed “Tall” and covered a giggle. Peter heard the giggle and looked down at her with a smile. She blushed and gestured toward the seat my mother was offering.
Peter smiled at me and I could tell he wanted to come to me instead so I held out my arms. He glanced at my mother and father and then came to me and wrapped me in his arms. I held him for a moment and released him. He took the hint and released me.
I smiled and spoke English and introduced Peter to my parents formally. My parents were born in Canada and switched to English for the duration of his visit.
They were very pleasant with him, and their remark telling him to stay away from me was never brought up. I was so proud of them and of Peter. I could tell it would take time for comfort to exist, but they were putting their best efforts forward and I was smiling constantly.
Being parents, like parents anywhere, they asked Peter all about himself and he gladly answered every question. As time passed they relaxed and were slightly less formal, Peter was definitely turning on his charm and focused his full attention on them.
When he began telling funny stories about places he had been in the world he had them laughing and that was music to my ears. Yumiko squeezed my hand and gave me a very happy look.
I didn't think my parents were going to ask him to stay for dinner, but they did. I thought we all might go out, but mother insisted on cooking. When they found out he was an amateur chef my mother was impressed. She loves to cook and is very good at it.
My father watched them talking with considerable energy about cooking and looked over at me. He actually winked. Both Yumiko and I started to giggle and then brought one of our hands up over our mouths in perfect unison.
My mother and Peter both looked at us and that made us laugh. My mother asked what was so funny and I said “Sorry, spontaneous giggle fit, don't mind us.” Dad loves seeing us laugh and winked again. My mother caught it and said “Your being silly in front of our guest” in mock seriousness.
Peter laughed and said “Yumiko, do you think I am a clown, I'm here to amuse you?”
My mother and father looked alarmed and Yumiko and I burst open laughing. Yumiko didn't take the bait saying “Sorry, nice try Peter, but I have seen Goodfellas.”
Peter laughed and my mother said “Goodfellas... Joe Peschi at the restaurant. The mafia movie with Robert Dinero and that lady who plays Dr Melfi in the Soprano's.”
My parents both nodded smiling and my father said “That was an amazing scene.”
Peter had his eyebrows up and I said “I know, I know, but we all like Mob Movies.”
That lead to another entire conversation, and when Peter did an impression of Al Pacino we were all laughing.
By the end of the evening my parents were much more comfortable, it wasn't until Peter caressed me between my shoulders while talking that I saw them both notice and tense slightly. I was not upset by it, a display of affection in front of them was not exactly normal by our standards no matter who he was. They made eye contact with me as Peter spoke to Yumiko and they expressed understanding with a glance. Different cultures were meeting and some adjustment would be required on both sides.
My parents really impressed me when it was time to leave. I know they wanted me to stay, but they did not react at all when it became clear I was going with Peter. When Yumiko offered to come with me and help look after me, our parents thought it was a great idea. Mother took her into the kitchen and actually packed food for us to take. That made me smile.
There was no point in arguing and I severely doubted that even if Peter and I were alone that we would be able to do much. My foot was really aching, but the pain pills made me feel like I was tilted slightly and I didn't like that.
My parents came outside and watched as Peter helped me into the car. He shook both their hands and they were smiling at each other. Yumiko got into the car.
I saw my father lead Peter a few steps away and he was speaking to him. I could not hear what they were saying, but I saw my father give him a card and whatever my father was saying it was serious as Peter seemed very intent on it.
When Peter got into the car I waved as we were backing out.
Peter started driving and said “Before you ask, it's his business card. He wants to make sure I know how to reach them myself just in case anything pops up.”
Yumiko talked constantly while Peter was driving, asking us a hundred questions about the University, Peter's work and where we go when we go on dates. Yumiko was almost 18 years old at the time. She is slightly more fine in her facial bone structure than I am, but we are similar enough that the fact we are sisters is blatantly obvious. We have identical builds, very similar voices and both wear our hair long.
She had packed a large bag. I said “How much food did mom send?” with a hint of sarcasm.
“Well I didn't know what we would be doing so I came prepared.” she answered
“We won't be doing much. Get to Peter's, and since I am a bit broken, we will probably just watch movies or something.” Peter was nodding as I said this.
“Oh, Okay, that works.” she said sounding disappointed.
I laughed and said “Did you think we were going to go to a club and pull the ID stunt again?”
“No” she laughed “Well maybe, but you're hurt.”
I was laughing and Peter said “ID Stunt?”
I smirked and said “Well, you see we take advantage of our similar looks. I give her a piece of my ID and she comes into the bar either behind me or ahead of me by ten minutes. If they ask we tell them we went to buy smokes and hold a pack up.”
“You don't smoke.” he said
Smiling at him brightly I said “Neither does Yumiko, but they don't know that.”
He shook his head and said “You two are trouble.”
We reached Peter's and Yumiko was really impressed by it. Since I was not very energetic I laid down and Peter elevated my foot, brought me tea, and basically took great care of me.
We watched a movie and I dozed off with my head on Peter's lap. Those pills just knock me out. I woke up around midnight and the television was off, the lights were dimmed, and a pillow had replaced Peter. No sign of him or Yumiko.
I got up and limped into the kitchen for water. After I sat down to drink it, I was trying to figure out where they had gone. Nothing came to mind.
Deciding that bed was a good idea I made my way down the hall to go to sleep. Just as I was reaching the door I heard my sister giggling on the other side. I stopped and listened. I heard Peter say “You liked doing that didn't you.” She was laughing quietly. I heard him moan and that shocked me.
Realizing I trusted Peter, I was sure it was innocent. Yumiko on the other hand, she had flirted with every boyfriend I ever had. She was always fascinated by them and enjoyed getting to know them. She is a very attractive, but not an experienced girl, and does not fully understand how dangerous flirting can be sometimes. It also used to upset me when she would do it.
I opened the door and they both looked up at me. Innocent was an understatement. They had taken the PS3 from the living room and were playing it in there so I could sleep. They were playing Rainbow Six Las Vegas 2 and were playing cooperative, but she was clearly showing him some new tricks. She was definitely making him feel like a newbie I later learned.
As soon as he saw me Peter dropped the control and jumped up from his position on the floor to help me. He put me to bed and joined me there.
He set Yumiko up on the couch and we all settled in.
Not a creature was stirring in the house until about 2:45am. That's when we awoke to a my sister screaming and the sound of breaking glass. I jumped out of bed immediately, and just as quickly fell down. Peter was rushing to the bedroom door when we heard a distinctly English accent yelling “You daft cunt stop hitting me!” and Yumiko yelling “Who the fuck are you?”
I started laughing. Peter opened the door and yelled out “Hi David!” while laughing.
All the noise stopped and suddenly David yelled “Its David!! Fuck Sachiko calm down! You fucking nutter!”
Peter turned the lights on as I reached the bedroom door. What I saw next made me fall over against the wall laughing.
David had clearly been hit with a lamp, his shirt was ripped and he had the most amazing “What the fuck just happened? Did I get laid?” look. Yumiko was holding an Inuit carving of a bear in her hand, ready to fight some more.
David looked at Peter and said “Sachiko's out of her...” and he saw me. He looked stunned. He looked back at Yumiko...back at me and simply said “Fuck, how many of you slags are there?” I just burst open laughing. Even if I knew at the time what the hell a “slag” was I still would have laughed.
It turned out that, due to the poor light, he had thought he was fighting me again. Yumiko relaxed and put the statue down. Peter, with considerable mirth, introduced them.
David was clearly intoxicated. He had been out drinking and came over here to sleep on the couch. When he reached the couch he did not notice she was there and he sat on her. He thought he had sat on me and was about to apologize, when he got crowned King of England with the lamp. Things heated up from there.
Yumiko was kind of shaken still, but calmed down.
Due the the situation, namely one couch, Yumiko came to bed with me. Peter crashed on the couch and David got the recliner.
On Sunday morning Yumiko and I were up first. I begged her to help me shower.
Yumiko helped me into the shower and sat me on a stool and proceeded to wash me. She also did my hair, which felt great after two days. She helped me out and took care of herself. We chatted away and eventually we were both ready and dressed. We both had black yoga pants on, I wore a blue sports top and Yumiko went with pink.
Going out into the living room we saw the guys were still snoring. Apparently, judging by the beer bottles, they had stayed up talking.
We were standing in the kitchen at the counter preparing food for cooking when Peter came in. Now, he is a man, first and foremost. Yumiko and I look the same, except for a slight facial difference. Same long lustrous black hair, same narrow waists, and same cute little butts. Those butts were on fine display due to our tight pants. When I heard Peter say “Wow” quietly I completely understood why. So my sister and I, with our very similar mannerisms, turned to him smiling with the same motions and said “Good morning!” in unison.
He smiled even bigger and said “You two really need to stop doing that. It took me a second there. I was afraid to walk up and hug one of you from behind in case I grabbed the wrong girl.”
We both laughed and said “Wow” in stereo again. That made him laugh and he joined us making breakfast.
When it was ready I asked Peter to wake David. Peter walked out and came back and said “He is down for a bit longer I think.”
We were eating and I said “It is Sunday today right?”
Yumiko nodded and said “You missed most of Saturday sleeping.”
“Peter, is there a brunch today we are supposed to be at?” I asked.
Peter looked at me and said “No, my parents had to meet friends today. Barbara is supposed to be dropping by in an hour or so. She wants to see you and see how you're feeling.”
I just nodded and Yumiko asked who Barbara was. I replied “My lesbian lover.” very calmly while eating my toast.
Yumiko stared at me and looked at Peter. He started laughing and explained his friendship with Barbara and how close I had gotten with her. Hopefully my sister does realize how close. I smiled thinking of the foursome when Amanda and Barbara joined Peter and I.
When Barbara arrived she was her usual self, a stunning Nordic Goddess. She came in and just glanced at David snoring and ignored him completely. She walked right over to me and hugged me tight, kissed my forehead and said “I am so glad you alright.” I just held the hug and was enjoying it. She is a true friend to this day.
She let me go and caressed my cheek and turned toward Yumiko. It was not hard to tell my sister was as impressed by this gorgeous powerful woman as I was. Barbara turned on that dazzling smile and held out her hand saying “You are far too beautiful to be anyone other than Sachiko's sister.”
Yumiko blushed and taking her hand said “It is very nice to meet you, I'm Yumiko.” in a really quiet voice.
Barbara winked at me and said “How old are you?”
Yumiko replied “18 next Saturday.”
Barbara smiled and said in a voice dripping innuendo “Well I will have to see you next Saturday then.”
Peter and I both had OMG written all over our faces. Barbara just smiled at us, and before Yumiko could notice anything, started asking Yumiko all about her interests. I have to hand it to Barbara, she is such a gifted sexual creature that the prey usually does not realize they are on the menu until it is too late. The fact she was chatting with my sister and shooting me winks and smiles filled with naughty intent made me crazy. One look in her eyes told me she knew it too.
We spent Sunday just hanging around. Peter said he was calling in Monday and taking a Compassionate Sick day to look after me. I told him he didn't need to do that but he insisted. I was going to challenge him on it when Barbara nudged me. I took the hint, but didn't understand.
She later explained, when she spoke alone to me, that Peter wanted to look after me and needed to. She pointed out that I had been attacked and was returning to the place where it happened. He needed to be there for me, but not just for me, for his own sake as well. I realized the truth of what she said and thanked her for her preventing me from making a mistake.
Barbara smiled and put her hand on my cheek gently, leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was sweet, tender and full of caring. She drew back and said “You two are perfect for each other. I love you both.”
I admit my heart felt those words deeply and I hugged her. She has always been there for me since the first day she met me. “We love you too.” I professed.
When David woke up he was kind of hurting from the drinking. It was especially fun to watch him get tongue tied talking to Yumiko. She was being her usual flirty self and he had no idea what to do. Peter later told me that he felt it was obvious he was attracted to her but rattled due to her youth.
Barbara left, being sure to give Yumiko and nice hug and wink at me over it.
David was supposed to be at Peter's parents for Sunday dinner. They called and invited us but Peter declined, saying he would drop David off, but would visit for a bit. Once he was off the phone he said he didn't think I would be up to it. I wasn't and it was thoughtful of him to make that choice.
David left, being very polite and apologizing for last night. We told him not to worry, that it was actually funny. Yumiko apologized for hitting him again and he replied “It's okay love, I think it you can blame genetics” and laughed. Peter went with him.
While giggling I explained to Yumiko about how David and I met, with me being naked when he walked in the bathroom and that I reacted just like her. After sharing the details she was laughing.
She then said “Are you guys doing something for my birthday?”
In reply I said “Well, our parents might want to do something for you. I have an exam in the morning but we can do something if you want.”
“I was just wondering because Barbara said she would see me next Saturday.”
I simply burst open laughing and said “Well then I guess we are.” I did not want to explain it.
Shocking me into silence Yumiko said “She is really hot, and I think she is a lesbian, or maybe Bi.”
I was staring at her and Yumiko laughed and said “I'm not stupid. I know what she meant.”
“Sorry, she was just being playful. Barbara is just like that, she was like that the first time she met me.” I said.
Yumiko smiled slyly and said “So is she a lesbian?”
Being serious I said “Yumiko, I don't know what you are thinking, but I will warn you not to start any trouble. She is a lesbian, but don't you dare make any jokes about it.”
My sister started to laugh and said “Why the hell would I do that?”
Her levity made me say in a serious tone “She is very important to Peter and to me. Don't cause trouble or do anything to embarrass us.”
Yumiko got serious and said “Sachiko, your not listening. I said I think she is hot.”
I sat there processing that and said “You... Yumiko are you trying to tell me something?”
She smiled, a bit nervously, and said “I guess I am, kind of.”
I will admit I was pretty surprised by this, if it was going where I suspected. “Yumiko... whatever you want to tell me you can. I love you and your my sister. Go ahead.”
“I'm not a lesbian... I, well it's just that I.” she said quietly.
Taking her hand and I said “You like guys, but you also like girls?”
“Yes.” she said looking nervous.
I just hugged her to me with a big smile and started to giggle.
“You said I could tell you anything” she blurted clearly feeling hurt.
“It's not what you think. Yumiko.. my sweet sister... I'm bi-sexual.” I said smiling “I guess that's something else we have in common.”
The relief on her face was priceless and we were soon laughing and hugging. I said “Why are you telling me this now?”
She said “You are always so perfect. Mother and Father always hold you up as the ideal daughter. Look at everything you have done. We are just over four years apart in age. It's not like you had a lot of time for me when you were in high school and even less for the last two years. We hang out together when we can and always have the best time. Any talks we had about sex it was only boys you talked about.”
“Duh” I said “That's what you were asking me about... boys!”
We shared a laugh and I said “I am always here. You can call me anytime. Don't ever think I would not drop what I was doing for you.”
Yumiko said shyly “Do you think Barbara meant what she said?”
“Oh my God, Yumiko she is ten years older than you!” I said.
“This coming from the girl dating a gaijin.” she responded defensively.
To explain what Gaijin means it is the short form of an old Japanese word basically meaning “Foreigners”, and was used in this short form to refer to mainly Caucasians and their influence and economic wealth. At first the term itself has no derogatory meaning, but it because it emphasizes the exclusiveness of Japanese attitude and has, as a result, picked up a negative connotation that many Westerners resent. The term is from a larger word that is still in use and has many more meanings that have no negative connotation. Use of the word Gaijin however is considered politically incorrect and is avoided by mainstream Japanese media when possible.
She saw the look in my eye. I was not impressed at all. “Don't ever say anything like that to me again. You can disagree without being cruel or offensive.”
Yumiko immediately started to tear up and said began apologizing profusely. I know my outburst had upset her and she just fired back at me with the first thing she thought of. The part that disturbed me was that her mind went to that first. It was hurtful. The way she used it and the way she said it was about as negative as you can get.
I realized that she is a product of my parents, the same as me. It took me until age 22, and my exposure to Peter, before I let go of my own notions and prejudices.
Finally I just wanted her to stop apologizing and hugged her tight and said “You really like Barbara?”
“Yes, I think she is so amazing, so perfect.” she said.
“Are you trying to help me look good?” I asked laughing.
“What?” she was confused.
“Well, what do you think mother and father will say?” I teased.
Yumiko laughed and said “That would actually get you right out of the fire wouldn't it!” we were both laughing.
We sat smiling at each other and I finally said “Yumiko if you are interested in her then tell her. But, she is really sophisticated and experienced in life in ways even I am not. That's probably part of why your attracted to her. Just... well.. keep it light and don't get your hopes up to much. I am not sure, but I think she is involved with my roommate Amanda. They were very close last time we were all together.”
Yumiko nodded and said “Wait.. have you, you know, been with her?”
I could not tell a lie at this point. “Yes, and she is every bit as amazing as you think.”
“Holy shit that must have been so incredible.” Yumiko replied.
I just nodded smiling.
Yumiko looked like she was seriously thinking and said “Wait, you met her through Peter, she walked in on you that morning when you met her. She told me that.”
I sat there like a deer in the headlights.
“Sachiko... does Peter know about this?”
“Yes” I said. Time to stick to one word answers.
She tilted her head looking at me as I have so many times at others. Oh shit she is putting it together I thought.
“You have not known.... if Peter knew then he must have been there. She never mentioned being alone with you, your always with Peter when she is around.” she said slowly, forming the thought as she spoke it.
“Yumiko... please don't ask me these things. They are between me and Peter. I know how clever you are and you are drawing your own conclusions without me saying anything. Please just be discreet. Okay?”
She smiled gently at me and said “If I cannot keep my sister's secrets then what kind of person am I?”
She continued “I will talk then about me so you know... I lost my virginity when I was 13 to a guy. It was actually nice. I have been with 14 guys and that's the truth. I have had sex with all my close girlfriends, that's 6 girls. For the last three summers, when I have gone to Camp, I have slept with about 15 more girls.”
She continued but spoke more quietly “I get scared sometimes you know, I like sex so much that I just go with it, especially with girls because it is safer and easier. I like guys more for relationships, but I see a pretty girl and I just start thinking you know. I was wet the whole time I talked to Barbara. If you guys were not here...” She went quiet for a moment and said “I have all kinds of thoughts.. I am always thinking about it. I don't know why I get horny so easily. I try so hard not to do certain things and the things I imagine are really bad sometimes.”
I took her hand and said “First, you are not a freak for liking sex and thinking about it. I have gotten out of control myself. I have done the group sex thing, I have sex with my roommate and I even thought about fucking David and Peter together... thought is the key word on that one. It didn't happen, but I did think about a threesome with them and they are cousins. Fantasies, dreams, ideas... there is nothing wrong with letting the mind run where you want. I have all kinds of them and I just told you one. What do you think about that could be so bad you are filled with guilt for even thinking it?”
Yumiko said “I always look at your boyfriends and wonder what it is that is between you, what kind of sex they like... are they good in bed, you know. Sometimes I want to be the one they are with. I find myself teasing them and can't stop.”
“I wondered about that” I replied “That's nothing to be feeling really bad about, it's not like you snuck behind my back and fucked my boyfriend.”
“No, I have never done that. Do you remember Kevin Grey?” she asked
“He was never my boyfriend, he just wanted to be and always tried acting like he was, right down to the jealous fights. I stopped hanging around him because of it.” I said
“He came onto me about a week after you guys stopped talking.” she said
“Did you have sex with him?”
“No.. no way... but he wanted to. I just thought I better mention it. None of your other boyfriends ever hit on me.”
“Okay, so what is so bad you feel guilty?” I asked trying to get back to my original question.
Yumiko nervously said “In the shower today... that was one time.”
“What? What do you mean?” I said.
“When we were in the shower, you and I, I had a thought.” She said quietly.
I said “About what?”
“About you and me, and Peter walking in and joining us in the shower.” she said softly.
“You were thinking about a threesome with Peter and I?” I said
“Yes, but starting with just you and I. I told you, bad thoughts.” she said looking me in the eyes.
“Okay” I said “Um, well I can see why you would be curious about Peter Like I said earlier it is just a fantasy thought you had. It's not like you would ever do something to try and make it happen. You know limits. You heard Peter say “Wow” when he saw us in the kitchen this morning. He probably had his own dirty thoughts as well involving us both, but that's okay... thoughts are okay. It is action that usually screws everything up.”
Yumiko said “I guess so... so I will admit another dirty fantasy if you will” she finished mischievously.
“Fine... you me and Barbara. It would melt her brain.”
Laughing she said “Damn you naughty bitch, that was mine... um, okay... You fucking Peter while David is fucking me in the same bed and we make out.”
“Slut!” I said laughing with her “I go to a strip club and do a sexy stage show and the guys take turns fucking me in the back room.”
“Wow, your a whore.” she was laughing harder, we were both just getting goofy “I suck on your pussy while Peter fucks my ass from behind and we film it.”
I said “You Tramp! Like what you just said before, except while Peter fucks your ass I use a strapon to fuck your pussy while you eat Barbara out!”
“Slattern!” falling into the pattern of a new insult before the wild sex scenario, both of us laughing hard, “Peter fucking my mouth and filling it with cum while you and Barbara use strapons to fuck my slutty ass and pussy.”
Laughing I said “Slattern, that's great word use! Very creative!”
Yumiko laughed and said “I heard it on Tru Blood, some old word for slut. Its still your turn, unless you give up!”
“No way Fuck Meat!” I said “You want nasty... here is nasty... I want to see you riding Peter's cock, while gagged, blindfolded and nipple clamped, while I'm spanking your tits and ass with a riding crop!”
“Wow... sounds kinda fucked up but hey, I love you.” Peter said from the door with a laughing voice.
Yumiko and I stopped laughing and both went beet red.
“Well ladies, I think I just interrupted one of the most entertaining conversations I have ever walked into. It sounded like a lot of fun. On that note I am going to go and get ready for football. Its already three o'clock.” Peter turned and walked from the room.
Yumiko and I looked at each other. You can call it nerves, but for whatever reason we burst open laughing.
I said “I think I better go talk to him” when we had calmed down.
“How much did he hear do you think?” she asked worriedly.
“He probably interrupted us as quick as he could. Don't worry I will explain it.” I said confidently. Inside I was trying to figure out how, it was a pretty messed up conversation to walk in on.
I limped down to the bedroom and walked inside. I didn't see Peter and walked into the bathroom. He was leaning forward on the vanity counter looking down at it intently.
“I sorry Peter, we just started playing a stupid game of trying to top each others stupid sex scenario and we got carried away.” He was not moving at all. “We didn't mean anything by it. I know how fucked up it must have sounded.”
He turned and looked at me and said “How is your foot?”
Looking down at it I said “It aches, but not too bad. I will be okay.”
“Good” he said and rushed forward and lifted me off my feet, and carried me to the bed.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked laughing.
“After the fucking hardon you just gave me what the fuck do you think I'm going to do?” he growled.
He set me down gently because of my foot. He then pulled off my yoga pants and thong, casting them aside. He rolled me over carefully and I saw his cock bulging in his track pants.
He put me face down on the bed and pulled me to the edge. He took my injured foot and bent that leg up so the upper and lower leg were bent, resting on the bed, with my foot sticking out well to the side. My other knee he placed on a pillow on the floor. I was spread open and bent over the bed. He leaned down and started eating me from behind. I admit I was pretty turned on and ready for this. I forgot all about my foot.
He sucked on my pussy lips and circled them gently, spreading them open. I was gripping the blankets and moaning into them as his tongue started to fuck into my pussy. He used his fingers to spread my lips and give him even better access. I was soaking wet from the attention his mouth was giving me and could not stop moaning.
He pulled his mouth back and slid two fingers into my pussy curling them so he could get my G spot and he started fucking them in and out rapidly...driving me wild. My moans were getting louder and I was lost in the hot feeling of the strong finger fucking. My orgasm was building and I knew it would be a good one.
He placed his other hand on my bent leg to steady it. He did not want my thrashing to hurt my foot, and kept pounding my cunt with his fingers. When he leaned down again and began flicking my tight little asshole with his tongue I screamed and released a flood of hot juices, spurting all over his face as he brought me to a shattering orgasm.
He kept his tongue working on my ass. Making his tongue rigid he began fucking it into my willing back door. His fingers never stopped fucking my pussy. He had me shaking with orgasms and wanted to keep me there. He had my willing holes open and was making them clench and shake with his vigorous attack and there was nothing I could do. I was lost in pleasure, crying out my wanton fucking lust.
He shifted his body, using his shoulder to keep my bent leg up, and halted his meaty fingers that were buried deep in my pussy. I was still shaking from my last orgasm when he brought his other hand into play. He spit on my ass and the slid two wet fingers into my attention craving ass.
With two sets of fingers now pounding my holes making me shake like a bitch in heat I shot my hot girl cum all over his hands and chest again. He began biting my ass and I loved it. His firm nips and licks on the globes of my ass and his rampant finger fucking definitely rocked my body. I could not believe how hard he was working me over.
He stopped and withdrew his hands as I was still coming down for the orgasmic bliss he had given me.
I felt his big cock head nudging at my pussy and he began to circle my ass with his thumb.
“Do you want this slut?” he said
“Oh Peter stop teasing and fuck me, God yes, fuck me... shove that big white cock in me”
With one mighty shove he buried his cock deep inside. I screamed “Fuck yes!” as he hit my cervix, the pain of it and the pleasure, still boiling inside, me combining into a sexual high.
“You fucking slut, I heard what you said. I heard you talking about wanting to see me fucking your little sisters tight cunt!” he growled.
He began punctuating his next words with hard pussy wrecking thrusts
“You... fucking...bitch... you... want... me... to... fuck... your... hot... little... sister... while... you... whip... her... ass... and... tits... while... she... is... helpless... gagged... clamped... you... want... me... to... fuck... her... and... cum... in... her”
I was moaning and unable to do much more as he suddenly sped up and began pounding my poor cunt without mercy. I was shaking and rocked through a huge orgasm and he never stopped.
He slid his thumb into my little ass, when I was coming down from my last orgasm, causing me to be vaulted right back to the edge of heaven. The perverse words he said had me visualizing what he had heard.
He leaned forward and pulled my hair, jerking my head back. “You want that don't you?” he said as he was still fucking me.
“You would love to see my big white cock filling her pussy. Fuck that was hot, you kinky bitch, hearing you saying those things. You sister is a slut like you isn't she... admit it.”
“Yes” I moaned out.
“Yes what?”
“Oh fuck don't make me say it... alright you sick fuck... yes, I want to see you pound my sisters holes and fill all of them with your hot cum. I want to suck hot fucking cum out of her and taste you both.” I snarled at him.
“Oh God...” he moaned.
“You would like that huh?” I said “Having Japanese sisters for fuck toys, watching them fuck each other and share your cum... pounding her ass while you watch me suck her sweet teen cunt.”
“Holy fuck!” he moaned out.
“You nasty fucker... you want to do my sister and me. You want our hot mouths on your cock at the same time, you want to see us bent over, our asses side by side, kissing each other while you pound your big hard cock in our tight fucking pussies.”
“Oh Jesus... Oh God Sachiko...” He was losing control.
“You want to see us both fucked hard by Barbara?... would you like that? Your personal Sister Sluts teaming up on that hot fucking cunt eater...” I felt his cock pulsing inside me and yelled “Oh yeah do it.. Cum in my cunt you fucker!!!”
He screamed as he buried his cock deep inside me, causing my own orgasm to trigger. I was screaming into the blankets as he filled me with his ropes of his hot sweet cum.
Trying to recover, I laid there panting. He gently pulled out and used a hand to brush my hair aside. I was staring off into space, gradually getting my senses back, as he gently lowered my leg off the bed. He picked me up lovingly and laid me down on the bed. He was very careful as he put a pillow under my head and another under my foot.
Smiling at him, I watched as he crawled onto the bed next to me, laying down on the side opposite my hurt foot.
I smiled at him and he kissed me so sweetly. He caressed my face and said “I cannot believe how hot that was. I know it was just dirty sex talk but holy shit, I got wood this morning when I saw you two at the counter and again when I walked into the kitchen and heard all that horny fucking stuff.”
I smiled and said “Hey, whatever gets you to keep fucking me like that... it's all good. I like it when you talk dirty.”
“I could tell.” he replied.
“Football?”
“No, I have my priorities straight. That was too fucking hot to walk out on.” He replied.
Smiling, I looked at the door. It was slightly ajar. No one was there... oh shit I didn't close it. I did not say anything to Peter. When he got up to go to them bathroom I got out of bed and gently closed it after looking down the hall. I knew Yumiko had probably heard everything. Part of me knew she was going to ask me about this.
I guess I would know for sure when we went out to make dinner.
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