Keep It in the Family Pt. 17

I was excited about going to California to see the two droids Shuji was making for me, and who were based on me. I didn't really have much idea what they would feel like, or to what extent it was possible to have a conversation with them, despite all the AI technology Shuji had told me about. It was fun to think about it on the long flight, but the uncertainties meant that my imagination ran out of sensible thoughts way before the flight was over.

Instead, my thoughts somehow went back to Charlie, his increasing record of infidelities, and the lengthening list of his bastards. I was absolutely certain now that he'd fucked a lot more women than I knew about, but given that he still seemed to love me as much as I loved him, this didn't seem to matter. That he'd cheated on me at all was what I couldn't quite forgive him for, but one or a hundred women didn't seem to make a difference. No, it was two other questions that occupied me.

The first was how many other bastard children he'd left behind him somewhere, and it wasn't just in the USA, because for a few years he spent a lot of time travelling to set up the overseas divisions of the Company, including to Japan, which Brian my brother then managed. He'd always seemed to take care about contraception when he fucked his secretaries, although he hated using condoms, and I was pretty sure I'd have found out if any of them had become pregnant.

No, it was women like Maryellen that he'd fucked earlier in his career, who might not have been quite as careful as they claimed, either deliberately or accidentally. I wondered if the Company still had records of his travels, and if so, whether I could find out who he'd had. Maybe he might even admit who he'd fucked, if he even remembered, but it was clear from Dolly's story that he might not know himself if he'd impregnated anyone.

The second question seemed even harder to answer. How many women had he fucked often enough to transfer the incest trait to them, and then any children that they had, even if they weren't Charlie's? I knew that he only fucked his secretaries a few times, saying that their cunts weren't tight enough after that, so maybe this wasn't enough to convert them?

Actually, I thought that whole tight cunt business was more in his head than anything else. I mean, unless they were genuine virgins with an intact hymen, there was no way they'd actually feel that much looser after they'd only been screwed a few times. Anyway, how many hymen-intact virgins are there actually around by the time they are eighteen? Becky definitely was, but with fingers, dildos and no way of imposing a legal age on masturbation most eighteen-year-olds must surely have broken their hymens, mustn't they?

One thing I needed to know was how many times it would take to transfer the incest trait, but I didn't think even Professor Alex knew, which was why he was trying to set up a proper controlled experiment. Trouble was, he was having trouble getting it past the university ethics committee that had to approve all human experiments, even with his dressing it up so it wasn't obvious exactly what the experiment was about. The other problem, of course, was that the experiment was likely to leave a group of young adult students with the trait for the rest of their lives, unless he could perfect the drug to reverse it. I knew he was working on it using mice, who all normally have the trait, so interbreeding within the family is commonplace.

The trouble was, I realised, that I still loved my cheating bastard of a husband. I didn't mind him fucking other women, and oddly enough, I thought I could live with him making them pregnant. Good luck to them, as I didn't want to go through that painful and messy business again myself, and having my twin carry my husband's child, which genetically would be as close to me as her, seemed ideal.

And now I knew my true character, I'd fucked so many of the men and women in my family that I could hardly complain about him being unfaithful now, could I? No, I really loved him, but I still couldn't quite forgive him completely. I was just going to have to live with it, I decided as the plane seemed to be below the level of the skyscrapers downtown, as it dropped steeply to land on San Diego's short runway.

When I got through the airport, wheeling my carry-on bag with me, I saw an attractive young Japanese woman, holding up a sign with my name on it.

"Susan? Welcome to San Diego. I'll drive you to your hotel, and given that you'd otherwise be on your own, Shuji thought it would be good for me to join you for dinner. I'm Yui, by the way - it means 'Helpful Fountain'," she said, covering her mouth as she broke into a girlish giggle.

That was fine with me. Having requested two droids, I was now a bit nervous about actually meeting them. I mean, how to you talk to a droid anyway, let alone one who has been programmed with all of your life history and sexual exploits? So, dinner with this attractive young human, with the slight build, dark hair, and small perky breasts just filling her white cotton blouse, a frequent combination with young Japanese women, seemed delightful.

The hotel seemed more like a rambling old house than a hotel, tucked away somewhere between La Jolla and Del Mar, surrounded by other large houses, almost hidden in tree-filled gardens. I was checked in by another young woman, this time Caucasian, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous cleavage showing between the open buttons of her white blouse, similar to Yui's.

Another young woman, who could almost have been Y's sister, dressed in an identical white blouse and grey skirt, showed me to my room. The bed was huge, and the décor more like a private house than a hotel room. I had a quick shower, then had the problem of deciding what to wear.

The difficulty was that I hadn't packed much, as I was told that I'd be only wearing a robe in the factory, while they checked the accuracy of their droid creations against the original, but the hotel looked a lot smarter than I had been expecting. On top of that, I'd noticed when I was chatting to Yui in the car, a growing warmth between my legs, and I was starting to wonder if she was family. A good lesbian fuck would be ideal to take my mind off Charlie and how to talk to a droid. I still felt I needed to impress Yui, though, if I was going to have her, even if she was family.

I pulled out my good old standby: my black dress, and hung it on the edge of the shower, which I turned on to the hottest setting, letting the steam miraculously make the creases disappear. That would have to do. The neckline was cut low, so it was designed to be worn without a bra, and to avoid any panty line, no panties either.

I'd just got ready, freshening my hair, and putting on just a hint of make-up, when a door I'd not noticed as it was covered with the wallpaper, opened up.

"Please, Mistress Susan Sama. Dinner is served."

Shit, I barely recognised the woman in the doorway as Yui, because she was dressed in full geisha clothes, a black and gold kimono and all the bags and golden sashes that I'd seen in pictures. Her hair was piled up on her head, with yellow flowers on top and cascading down one side. Her face had been whitened, and her lips and eyes and eyebrows highlighted. She looked almost inhumanely gorgeous.

"I thought you'd enjoy some Japanese tradition, not just the costume, but the meal and the whole setting. Not many women get to experience an evening with a Geisha."

I was having trouble finding my voice, let alone anything to say, but in the end, I managed what I thought might be a suitable reply.

"Well, I'm wearing a traditional costume as well, Yui. A slut. And I'm afraid that sluts often entertain."

"You underestimate yourself, Mistress Susan Sama. You look every inch as much a perfect slut as I do a Geisha."

I took that as a complement, though I thought I detected a hint of a smile underneath her mask-like face. That was the least of my worries, though, as I realised the room was set with tatami mats and just the low table, inches off the ground. The walls were covered with what looked like the traditional, paper-covered lattice doors, except for an area of gold, with a hanging scroll with Japanese characters hanging in the centre, oppose the door to my bedroom.

"Please, Mistress Susan Sama. Please sit in honoured guest place in front of the tokonoma."

That turned out to be the area with the scroll, and it turned out that sitting was the wrong word. It was basically 'seiza', kneeling back on the heels I discovered, after Yui had shown me what to do, giggling as I told her how uncomfortable it was.

It only got more so, as a long succession of tiny dishes came and went, all beautifully arranged on the plate, or in what looked like antique lacquered Japanese bowls. I didn't enquire too much what they all were. I knew some were raw fish, but all were delicious. I was glad that I had learned how to use chopsticks in the Chinese restaurant back home, so I didn't look completely stupid.

The constant replenishment of different flavours of sake, more than I knew even existed, helped overcome the discomfort, but in the end, though, the kneeling became too much for me. I stood up, then sat down cross-legged on the mat. That set Yui going into fits of laughter.

"What's wrong, Yui? I just couldn't kneel like that any longer."

"Only men sit like this in Japan. And I can see your cunt."

Shit, when I looked down, I could see she was right. I'd had to pull the dress up a bit so I could get my legs wide enough, and although it was still over some of my thighs, it was drawn tight, giving her a perfect view up between my legs.

"I thought geishas were supposed to be polite, Yui? And given you're only really an elaborate version of a hooker, shouldn't you show me your cunt as well?"

"You are right, Mistress Susan Sama. I apologise. Please forgive me."

Yui stood up, then undid her golden sash, the kimono opening to reveal a sheer, white, cotton robe underneath, that came down only a few inches below her pussy. When she sat down, she pulled this up as well.

"I hope my manko pleases you, Mistress Susan Sama," she said sitting cross-legged like me, her kimono and the under-robe pulled wide apart. "And by the way, a proper geisha is an entertainer, not a whore who charges for sex."

Fucking hell, her manko - which I presumed was Japanese for cunt - was beautiful. I knew that geishas whitened their faces, necks and shoulders, but it seemed to me Yui either had very white skin, or had lightened a lot more. She had a neat triangle of pure black hair, which stood out like a black arrow, pointing down to her pussy, and I was sure she had applied the same vivid red lipstick to her gorgeous cuntlips as she had to her mouth.

"Um ... yes, Yui ... thank you," I gasped as I tried to get over the awesome sight in front of me. "We have something in common, then, as sluts don't charge to get fucked either."

I was surprised when Yui didn't cover herself up when the waitress, another young woman from the same mould and in the same uniform as the one who had check me in, came with our next course, so neither did I. As it turned out, there were only a couple more courses left before we were given a bowl of plain, boiled Japanese rice, which Yui explained was the signal that the banquet was over.

Of course, I didn't really taste the last few dishes, my mind consumed by the sight of Yui's delightfully open and decorated pussy just across the table from me. I knew my own pussy had become wet, as my scent wafted up from between my legs, and all I could think of was discovering the taste of Yui's, and the feel of her breasts beneath my hands, which I was sure would be capped with stiff, tight, almost black nipples.

We finished with a cup of green tea, carefully prepared in front of us by the waitress, who just ignored the fact that our snatches were fully visible. It was probably the combination of the sake and sitting in such strange positions for so long, that I almost lost my balance as I stood up, Yui having to dash around to grab my arm to keep me upright. Then she walked me back into the bedroom.

"I hope the stories I heard about you weren't wrong, and you're still capable of fucking, Mistress Susan Sama? Thanks goodness we women don't get brewer's droop from drinking, even if we can get a bit unsteady on our feet." Yui said, smiling, and pulling up the hem of my dress.

"Oh! I thought you told me geishas were entertainers, not whores?"

"It's true, but you said you were a slut, and what better way to entertain a slut than to ram my fingers up her cunt, then fuck her?" she replied, her actions in line with her words, as two of her fingers pushed against my labia, clipped my clit, then slid easily back along my slimy slit and into my hole.

I helped her with my dress, whipping it up over my head and off as fast as I could, then I pushed her kimono and underrobe back off her shoulders. Shit, her tits were as gorgeous as I'd imagined. Except I'd got one thing wrong: like her mouth and her labia, her nipples were vivid red, standing hard and colourful against her pale flesh.

They felt wonderful, as I rubbed the palms of my hands over her breasts, which barely moved, as they were so firm, the nipples pressing into me. I looked at her, and saw the sort of lust that I knew was in my eyes, given evidence by the way her fingers were sliding backwards and forwards in my cunt, making my clit feel as if it would explode, before they stretched out the opening of my vagina again.

I pressed myself against her, moving one hand away so our tits touched, her stiff nipple feeling as if was going to perforate my softer tissue. Our mouths touched, then opened, and our tongues did an Argentine tango, twisting around each other, as my free hand slid down over her belly, searching out the opening her black bush was guiding it towards.

I loved the tickling her pubes gave my fingers as they passed over, but a thrill then burst through me as they touched bare flesh, then the projecting roughness of her labia. God, one of the things I love most is pushing my fingers into a new cunt, and discovering the unique size and shape of the woman's clit, the feel of her slit, and exploring the individual folds and shapes inside her vagina.

I mean, what could ever be more intimate for a woman than letting someone else into her most secret parts, which only a woman has, and which men need to keep the species alive? I know many men think the most private part is a woman's ass, but we've all got one of those, and I sometimes think that those men are simply revealing an unacknowledged tendency to homosexuality. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but why don't they go an practice on their own sex, as I do on mine.

And I certainly was. I could hear my fingers squelching inside Yui's gash, as I copied her movements inside mine. Oh fuck, I seemed to be acting like a young girl again, as the feel of her cunt, and the sensations she was triggering in mine started to overwhelm me. I wanted to call her a cunt, a bitch, a fucking slut, but I couldn't bring myself to pull my tongue out of her mouth, and anyway, I realised that the reason I got aroused using such dirty language was that I was calling myself those names.

Oh God, I was a cunt, a bitch, a slut. I knew I'd fuck anyone in the family, and somehow, I knew that Yui had to be a distant relative in some way. Shit, I was twisting around, my body seeming to be trying to pull Yui's fingers out of my cunt, while my cunt itself wanted nothing more than for them to stay.

Fortunately, Yui seemed to be feeling it as much as me, because she was squirming around as well, her pussy leaking like mad over my fingers as I circled her clit, stretched her cunt hole and fingered her overflowing vagina.

I screamed into Yui's mouth, feeling, as much as hearing, her doing the same to me as we both came, falling together on to the bed, our hands trapped between the other's legs, which kept opening then slapping back together, sounding as if someone was being spanked on their naked ass.

We'd hardly broken apart for more than a few seconds, lying next to each other, panting, before Yui managed to gasp out a few words. "Oh fuck, Mistress Susan, the stories I'd heard about the way you knew how to use your hands didn't even do you justice. Now show me what you can do with your mouth. Eat out my cunt, Susan Sama, and discover how I got my name."

I probably should have paid attention to the name bit, but I didn't, my mind instantly filled with a picture of Yui's cunt, held open by her, the lipstick now smeared with her cum, and her hole wide open, letting me see deep inside her.

I wondered again whether her cum would taste fishy, given all the fish we'd eaten. Shit, maybe mine did, which would be humiliating, but if it did, Yui couldn't mind, because her mouth closed over my vulva, sucking in my labia. I took one last, close-up look at her gaping hole, and licked along her slit until I could push my tongue up inside her.

Oh God, she actually tasted wonderful. If there was a fishy component, it was like the taste of raw fish in the freshest sushi: delightful, and nothing like what I feared. If I tasted that good, I'd be over the moon!

I licked along one side of her cunt, flicking my tongue over her lips, before pushing it back in to her, then licking along the other side, spending time circling her clit, enjoying the way it made her squirm around under me. I slipped a thumb into her vagina, and teased my fingers around her asshole.

I know I said I didn't really like the way men always seem to want to take me up the ass, but there are lots of nerve endings around the anal sphincter. I enjoyed being teased with fingers, and even have a finger or two pushed in to stretch me open. It was just that a cock deep up my ass did nothing for me, unless there was another in my cunt, which it hit against, and pushed against body of my clit inside me.

Yui seemed to be liking it, anyway, as I pinched my finger and thumb together, and used my teeth to nibble her clit, before sucking it hard into my mouth, then massaging it with my tongue again.

Oh fuck, she was working me as well as I hoped I was her. She pulled my butt open, and licked from my clit to my asshole, running her tongue around and around my crinkled ring, before licking back down to my other hole, which was leaking like a faucet. She slipped two fingers into my asshole, pushing them apart, stretching my anus, and sending intense sparks like plasma seeming to race through me, as her tongue tried to explore the innermost corners of my vagina.

I was in heaven, and thought nothing could be better, until she managed to cross her legs behind my head, pulling my face hard against her cunt, while she rammed her fingers into my ass and my pussy, sucking and licking and nibbling on my clit and my labia until I thought I was going to explode.

Then she relaxed everything. Fuck, I'd heard about those crazy endurance programmes on Japanese TV, where the aim is to suffer something unbearable for as long as possible, and clearly this was what she was aiming at. I could feel my clit twitching in my twat, begging someone, anyone, to stroke it and give it the release it so desperately wanted, as Yui moved her mouth away, just leaving her fingers motionless inside me.

Two could play at that game, I thought, so I did the same, but before Yui started on me again, I just flicked my tongue quickly over her clit. I could hear her groan between my legs, and felt her body jerk, as she fought to stop herself coming. Of course, the bitch then did the same to me, and I had to bite hard on my lip to distract my senses from my cunt, now on the absolute knife edge of shattering into an orgasm.