When we left the story of Mike and Ann, brother and sister, Ann had just returned home from Japan.  Along with her was Keiko, the surrogate mother for Mike and Ann’s child.

Reluctantly, I disengaged myself from Ann’s sensuous ministrations.

“Ann, as much as I would love to ravish you here on the spot, I don’t think it would be appropriate with Keiko standing there blushing.  Let me run upstairs and get properly attired and come back down and give you ladies a grand tour.  Please wait for me here in the foyer.”

“Well, if you must, ok.” Ann said, jutting out her lower lip in a pout.  “Keiko and I’ll wait right here.”

I headed back upstairs to change.  Along the way I hollered back down, “In the cabinet behind the door, you’ll find some house slippers and a place to put your shoes.”

I quickly changed into a pair of Hawaiian printed swim trunks with a matching shirt.  I didn’t button the shirt completely, but ensured the drawstring on the trunks was tight.  I didn’t need any errant hands reaching inside.  I stopped and picked up a silk tie and folded it in my hip pocket.

Upon reaching the foyer, “If you ladies will follow me,” I said, walking backwards, “we’re walking, we’re walking…” earning me a playful slap on the chest by Ann.

At the end of the short hall, I directed their attention to the right at the kitchen.  It had been completely remodeled to include brushed steel appliances.  A three-door refrigerator, a six-burner gas stove with a large oven with a separate pizza oven.  Next to the stove is a built-in microwave and below the counter, the dishwasher.  The rest of the cabinets are white enamel with frosted glass centers.  Where the old kitchen table sat is now an island that I use for food prep and plating.  Keiko remarked that she had only seen kitchens like this in magazines.  Ann was impressed, but had already seen it in a video I had sent her.

“Now, if you both will turn around, this is the living room.”

I stood there quiet as both of the women gasped.  Before them was a very large sunken living room with a white marble tiled floor.  It had always been sunken, but before it was a hardwood floor.  The old wood burning brick fireplace has been replaced by a gas burning fireplace surrounded with black marble.  On the floor in front of the fireplace lays a 6-foot by eight-foot angora rug on a one-half inch foam backing.  On each side of the fireplace, sat 8-foot, Italian black leather couches, facing each other.  On each end of the couches are brass and glass side tables. 

Ann quickly shucked her slippers and stepped on to the rug.  “My god, it feels like walking on a cloud.”

“Just think about those chilly evenings, laying here in front of the fire.” I whispered in her ear.

Her response was a purr-like, “Mmmmmm.”

I gently guided Ann’s chin to where the rear wall of the living room used to be.  I had replaced the wall with eight framed glass panels with a pair of French doors in the center.  The doors open to a covered, screened-in patio which includes a built-in bar-b-que grill and small fridge.  Beyond the patio is a manicured lawn.  To the right is the pool house and in the center is the firepit and gazebo that Ann and I had built for mom.

“I see you put in a privacy fence, but what about the back?” Ann inquired.  She had seen the video of the patio and lawn before.

“The back fence is there; you just can’t see it from here.” I answered.

“What?  How can that be?  It should be right there.” Ann said pointing.

“Well, dear sister, do you remember the lot between us and the beach?  Old man Jackson passed away about a year ago.  His sole relative was his daughter living in New York.  When I heard about it, I called her and made her a generous offer and she accepted.  So now our property goes all the way to the beach.”

Ann just stood there shaking her head.  Then she wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a fantastic kiss.  Next, I showed her and Keiko the dining room.  I don’t plan on hosting any large parties, so the dining room was kept rather simple with seating for six, the table is made from rosewood, as is the built-in china hutch.  Then I lead them down the hall to what used to be our father’s study.  Ann and I had agreed to convert it to a home theater.  The plan had called for a custom built double wide recliner, so Ann and I could cuddle together and watch movies.  The projection unit hangs from the ceiling and beams on the entire wall.  To the left and right, the walls are draped with a velvet material that cover the sound system.  Behind the recliner, there are simple exercise machines; a stationary bicycle, an elliptical machine and treadmill.  I don’t use them that much, since I swim every morning.

I proceeded to guide the women upstairs.  “I’ll show you your room first, Keiko.  That way we can put you bags in there.”  I grabbed her two suitcases and led the girls along the upstairs hall.  I stopped at Keiko’s door and opened it.

Keiko started squealing and bouncing.  “It’s just as I imagined an American teenager’s room would look like.  Oh, Ann, it’s perfect, I love it.”  I had left everything in Ann’s old room except her clothes and personal items.  I left all the furniture and TV along with Ann’s old teen idol posters.

“Mike, would you mind if I settle in before we continue the tour?” Keiko asked.

“Sure, the bathroom is in here.  You should be comfortable, I put in Japanese style toilets.  And, by the way, the laundry is next to the bathroom, like we planned.”, I said nodding towards Ann.  “Anyway, I am just going to show Ann our room and I don’t think you’d be interested anyway.”  I turned and guided Ann down the hall to our room.

“Ok, Ann, you ready?”

“Yes.” giving me a puzzled look.

“Indulge me.  I’m going to blindfold you because I want to see your reaction after I’ve led you into the center of our bedroom.  I never sent you a video, wanting to surprise you.”

Ann faced me, feet spread and her hands on her hips.  “What have you done?” but her eyes belied her stern question, as I tied the silk around her eyes. 

I guided Ann in, taking tiny steps until I lowered her to sit on the end of our new California King-sized bed.  Then I removed the blindfold and all she saw was a solid wall of mirror.  She gasped again.  Looking around, she saw the bed.  Then she stared straight back into the mirrors as they silently opened, revealing a lit, custom closet running the entire length of the room.  I reached down and pulled her jaw close and took her hand, saying like the TV commercial, “But wait, there’s more.”

She stood and holding my hand, I led her to our bathroom.  Where the tub used to be is a glassed-in shower stall, large enough for both of us comfortably.  The opposite side is a double vanity.  Beyond that is a privacy enclosure for the toilet.  Then there was the tub.

“Oh my god, it’s just like the one we had in Germany!”  Ann twirled around and bear hugged me, kissing me deeply.

Breaking the kiss, I said, “This one is better, it is a jet spa.”

Ann put her palm flat on my chest and started walking me backwards, leaving our bathroom to the edge of the bed.  “Just stand there, don’t move.”, she commanded as she detoured to the bedroom door.  Stepping into the hallway and the back inside, she closed the door and locked it. 

She turned to me and came walking back, accentuating her hip movements by crossing her footsteps, causing her skirt to sway back and forth.  She knows this turns me on and uses it to get her way.  Ann takes my hand and turns me around to face her as she sits on the edge of the bed.

“I’m tired and hungry from all the traveling to get home and now all this excitement.” she said as she swept her arm, indicating the house.

“What about Keiko?  I mean, is she alright just staying in her room?” I asked and then realized that the question could be taken two ways.

“I checked and her door is closed.  She’s probably taking a nap,” Ann replied as she was unbuttoning my shirt.  She then leaned up to push my shirt from my shoulders.    Sitting back down, she ran her hands up and down my chest and stomach.  “Oh my, you were my hunk before, but now, I’m not going to take my eyes off of you.”

“It’s probably my swim…” I try to comment, but Ann put her hand over my mouth.

“Shush, no conversation,” as the drawstring to my trunks came loose.  In all the years with Ann, the one thing I do know is, when she’s like this, she’s in control and all I can do is go along for the ride.

Before my trunks hit the floor, Ann had her hand around my hard cock.  Stroking it and cupping my balls, she cooed, “Now that’s a proper welcome home,” as she kissed the head and licked the beads of pre-cum as they appeared.

Stopping briefly, she raised her butt from the bed and slid off her skirt.  It was then I saw there had been no under garments at all.  She spread her legs revealing a shiny pink smile.  My breath hitched at the sight, causing my cock to bounce up and down.

“That’s a good boy, wave to your sister’s pussy,” speaking to my cock.  “You’ll get to kiss her later, but first…” and Ann locked her lips on my member.

It felt like the first time, when my cock slipped into her hot, sultry mouth and within moments, we have a good quick pace set.  Ann’s other hand was between her legs, ministering to her own needs.  After a couple of minutes, Ann’s back stiffened and a deep groan sent vibrations through my body as she climaxed.  It was too much for me and I shamelessly unloaded all my pent-up tensions into her mouth.  When my cock softened in her mouth, she released it and stood up.  Unbuttoning her blouse and unclasping her bra, she brushed her lips on mine.  I could smell my essence on her breath.

“Now I need a nap,” she whispered and I drew back the covers.  Ann laid down, cuddled a pillow as she snuggled into the bed.  I covered her and bent down, kissing her on her cheek.  As I turned, I heard her say, “This is so, so very nice.”  Within seconds, she was asleep.

I gathered my shirt and trunks, dressed and quietly closed the door on my way out.  I knew that Ann would need the rest.  Going down the stairs, I realized that I never got my morning coffee, nor had I checked my e-mail.  I had already decided to skip my morning swim.  Getting my coffee with cream and sugar, I picked up my phone and sat on the living room couch. 

It seemed like only moments later that Keiko was gently shaking my shoulder.  I must have dozed off and checked my phone and saw I had slept for nearly two hours.

Perched on the edge of the couch next to me, Keiko placed both her clasped hands on my knee.  “Mike, I really need to thank you for welcoming me into your lovely home.  I feel very honored.”

“No, it is I, that should be thanking you.  After all, it’s you that is giving Ann and I the gift of life.  There is no possible way I could or will be able to repay such a gift.”  Both of us just kind of stared at the floor for a few moments.  Then I asked, “Tell me, Keiko, how did you and my Ann happen to get together and how did she convince you to carry our child?”

Keiko slid all the way on the couch in the middle.  Turning to face me, she tucked her legs under her in a lotus position.  Her eyes lit up and it appeared that her face glowed.  “Did Ann tell you all about me?”

“No, not really.  Only that you two are friends and have become really close.  Other than that, not much else, except about the whole pregnancy thing and the procedures.”

“Then I need to tell you my story and how it led me to your sister.”  Keiko paused, sitting up stiffly as if to fortify herself, began her story.

“I Love your sister with all of my heart and will forever,” then she continued. “When I was 18-years old, my brother brutally raped me.  Just before he left for college in Tokyo, he came in my room raped and sodomized me as I lay sleeping.  Later that month, I found out that I was pregnant.  I went to my mother for support and help.  I told her what my brother had done."

"Instead of help, my mother slapped my face, calling me a whore.  Her precious son would never rape me and that I must have seduced him to get pregnant.  After that she took me to a doctor to abort the pregnancy.  After that both my mother and father kicked me out of the house, saying I had brought shame upon their family."

"I stayed with a variety of my friends until I ended up in Tokyo.  I was staying with a friend and she introduced me to an American who was a friend of her boyfriend.  At first, he was so kind to me and treated me gently and told me that I was his queen.  He was in the Air Force and I thought we would have a wonderful future.  We got married and moved to the States."

"Then the nightmare began.  He kept me locked up in the apartment.  He took my passport, military ID Card, resident card and what money I had.  After about six-months of physical and mental abuse, I began to dream of my escape.  He told me that if his ‘fuck toy’ ever tried to run, he’d kill me.  Then he got orders to go on some military exercise in Alaska.  Anytime I tried to leave the apartment, one of his friends were there telling me the only way I could get out was for me to give them blowjobs."

"One night I was throwing up in the toilet.  I rolled on the bathroom floor and discovered a plastic bag taped under the sink.  I opened the bag and there was my passport and other stuff.  I was rolling around on the floor, doubled up with stomach cramps, but laughing because now I could escape.  I put a plan into effect."

"I had one of his credit card number’s written down, from something he had ordered off the TV.  I got my phone and logged on to a travel site.  I booked a ticket for Tokyo.  I had less than a week to get out.  When the night came before my flight, I packed my backpack and crawled through the kitchen window at the back of the apartment.  Hitting the ground, I ran and ran.  When I couldn’t run anymore, I called an Uber and went to the airport."

"I arrived back in Tokyo with very little money and no place to stay, but I was happy.  I was alive.  I ended up calling a different friend and she let me come to her place.  She worked at Yokota Air Base.  She told me that since I was married to an Air Force guy, I could use spousal preference for a job on the base.  I applied for a stock control specialist position.  After the background checks, I was called for an interview.  Your sister, Ann, interviewed me and hired me."

"Your sister literally saved my life.  But there was more to it than that.  I worked very hard and within my first six-months, I was awarded the employee of the quarter.  Ann congratulated me and offered to take me to dinner.  That evening we talked and talked.  I told your sister my story over some glasses of wine.  When I finished, she got up and hugged me, telling me that everything was going to be OK from now on.  I think that’s when I started to fall in love with her."

"Your sister is a beautiful, caring, self-assured woman that I hope to be someday.  We began visiting on most weekends.  Ann guided me through the process of getting a divorce and held my hand and hugged me through my crying spells.  She was my pillar of strength and my rock through everything.”

Though out her story, I would lean over and wipe tears from her cheeks with my thumb.

“A couple of months later, she was at my apartment.  We had finished dinner and were drinking wine.  Maybe she had too much, or maybe she needed to unburden, but she began telling me the story about you and her.  She told me about the miscarriage and how much she wanted a child with you.  That got me thinking.  By now I had already decided that anything I could do to make her happy, I would."

"I was the one that took her to the university hospital.  After her visit with the doctor, she told me about the in vitro fertilization process and it occurred to me that I could carry the baby.  I quickly offered, but Ann refused.  It took me several months for me to convince her that I truly wanted to do it.  She told me that she would have to talk to you and get your approval.  She was getting ready to take leave, to come to you in Georgia, when you called her saying you were...