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 Title: Nia Ch.  01


Summary: Jamie and his Vietnamese Half-Sister fall in love.


Keywords: inc,fic



   When I was 2 years old, my father married Anh, a lovely, tiny little
Vietnamese lady.  I always thought she was my mother, or at least until I
was old enough to work out that she couldn't possibly be.  I still called
her mum, though, because in every way I needed her to be, she was my mum. I
had a sister, or rather a half-sister, Nguye't, which means 'moon', I
think, but we all called her Nia, and dad sometimes called her 'nugget',
telling her she was his precious little golden moon.  Mum usually called me
Huyn'h, which means 'Older Brother' although it sounds like someone
sneezing in a distant room, instead of my given name, James or Jamie.  Nia
usually called me anything she could think of if she thought it would annoy
me.

   We lived in South London, not far off the South Circular Road, that
traffic nightmare that girdles South London like a ligature, and dad would
curse it every evening after negotiating it for several hours.  Mum would,
quite reasonably, ask him why he didn't just get a bus to Streatham and get
the train into Central London, but dad was convinced that if he left his
designated parking space at work unoccupied it would be given to someone
else, and apparently status in his company was measured by whether or not
you had your own parking space, and how close it was to the CEO's parking
space.  It took me years to understand this; I used to wonder what happened
to his parking space when he was on holiday, did they chain it up, or
something?  All very baffling.  In the meantime, he'd come in every
evening, exhausted, road-raged to the max, huffing about the London traffic
planners, London buses, congestion, the people who play silly-buggers with
the timing of the traffic lights in London, bus lanes, in fact, everything.
We all learned to stop listening, or at least parallel-process, so we could
drop-in reasonably apt comments in the spaces in the rant where one was
called-for, while simultaneously watching TV, without actually paying the
blindest bit of notice to what he was saying.  After the requisite time
ranting, dad would go off and sit in the greenhouse, talk to his geranium
cuttings or secretly drink, or whatever it was he did in there, and
reappear in time for dinner, usually in a good mood.

   When he reappeared, he would be besieged by one or the other of us,
needing help with our homework.  Dad's approach to homework was simple. 
"You should have learned this in school, what do the taxpayers pay teachers
for, if we have to teach our kids at home at the end of the school day?"
Not helpful.  But when he was in a really good mood, he could be great fun.


   He once boiled the last 1,000 years of English history down as follows.
"All you need to know about English history is the following; for the last
1,000 years, English history has consisted of us annoying the French,
beating-up the French, annoying the French while simultaneously beating
them up, or watching and needling as the French beat themselves up.  If you
want a definition of how to lose a war, look up the word 'French' in any
dictionary.  Norman Schwarzkopf once said 'Going to war without the French
is like going hunting without your accordion' - says it all, really!"

   His attitude to mathematics was the same.  "Have you ever seen a
logarithm crawl out from under a chair, or bitten into a tangent?  Or swung
on a trapezium lately?  No?  That's because they don't exist.  I refuse to
be lectured on imaginary arithmetic by some Greek standing on a hillside
3,000 years ago dressed only in his underpants, and so should you!"

   I dutifully wrote all this down, and then mum had to come to the school
and pacify the headmaster, the mathematics teacher, the history teacher,
and the history teacher's French wife.  The head gave her some parting
advice.

   "Mrs.  Morrison, please ask your husband not to help Jamie or Nia with
their homework in future; his definitions may be very nearly right, but
he's damaging their chances of passing their SAT's, so please, I beg you,
keep him away from their homework!"

   I think dad was secretly a subversive, with anarchic tendencies, which
is quite a stretch for a security manager in a huge American bank...

   When she was young, Nia would take in all of dad's pronouncements with
wide-eyed acceptance, but at quite an early age she picked up on the fact
that he may just be feeding her a line, playing her as straight-man for his
latest stooge-gag, and she developed the habit of checking with mum when
dad gave her some facts, sincerity blazing in his eyes; little Nia's eyes
would flick over to mum, and a tiny nod or headshake would be all she had
to give for Nia to either buy it or back away and ask mum when dad had left
the room.

   She was a pretty little girl, fair skinned, with definite Anglo
features, but with a nice mix of mum's finely sculpted ivory-figurine
features too, so no mistaking her heritage, with her long, straight, jet
black hair and slanted almond eyes, bright blue, like dad's and mine.  When
she was born, Mum had asked me to help her look after Nia, as I was her
older brother now, and it was my job to watch over her.  Nia had picked-up
early on the fact that I was incapable of saying no to her, and used it to
browbeat me into doing anything she didn't want or couldn't be bothered to
do, and dad was no help, he just said "Jamie old son, you walked into that
one eyes wide shut.  Serves you right, next time I suggest you look before
you step in the cacky!"

   Still, I had to admit, being Nia's personal slave and chief bottle
washer had its rewards.  When she wanted to be, she could be absolutely
adorable, and she was a very nice kid when she forgot she was a miniature
fiend in human form.  When I eventually moved to secondary school, at age
11, I felt a definite pang.  My routine at primary school had been to wait
for Nia until she'd finished her last class, then get laden down with all
her stuff, projects, school bags, sports bags, welding equipment, bowling
ball and spare sink, and schlep it all home for her like a good little
Sherpa, while she would be off buying vast, clinically damaging quantities
of sweets from her seemingly inexhaustible supply of pocket money.

   Moving schools meant I'd only ever see her in the early evening, as I
finished later, then would have to get two buses, so instead of getting
home at about 3:45 pm, it would be nearer 6 o'clock before I got home, or
later, if the buses were playing-up, just in time to say goodnight to her;
her bedtime was 6:30 pm, even though she was 8 years old; mum and dad were
a little old-fashioned about children and their bedtimes.  The first day at
my new school was traumatic enough without this sudden hole at the end of
it, where I should be walking Nia home, and suddenly I wasn't.  It was a
funny feeling, and not in a good way - I realised I actually missed the
little swamp-donkey, missed her flaunting all her spending money, the
sweets she'd bought, or, if her flying monkeys had slaughtered some
munchkins in the next village and put her in a good mood, her prattling on
about her day.

   When I got home, mum sensed I'd had a mixed day, and sat me down, hugged
me, asked about my day, and gave me a bowl of home-made mango ice cream as
a reward for not imploding.  As I was telling her all about the school, the
sheer number of people there, she said "Nguye't miss you today all day, she
was crying for you."

   I looked at mum in disbelief.  "No, really?  Why?  I was going to throw
a broomstick gag in there, but I saw mum was serious, looked sad.  "She is
still only little girl, Huyn'h," she said, in her careful English, "and she
miss having older brother there in case she need him.  You go and see her;
she ask for you especially to come see her when you get in." As I am
constitutionally incapable of refusing mum anything, I went and knocked on
Nia's door, went in.

   "Nia, it's me, are you OK?"

   "Jamie?  JAMIE!!" and a little body hit me amidships, Nia jumping up and
down, holding on to me, her hair braided in a thick queue at the nape of
her neck, her long nighty all the way down to the ground, looking cute and
wholesome, like a character in a Disney cartoon.

   "Jamie, I missed you, mummy took me to school and had to come and get
me, I missed you all day, why did you have to go to another school, can I
come there with you tomorrow, I MISSED YOU!!"

   I had to stop her and catch my breath, and I hadn't said a word yet.

   "All right, demon-child, calm down!"I told her.  "First off, get back in
bed it's past your bedtime, and secondly, sorry, no you can't come to
school with me, you have a school of your own, and you're not old enough to
come to my school.  You'll see me every night, though, before you go to
bed, and at weekends, isn't that enough for you?"

   She stared at me for a second, and started sniffling, then tears ran out
of her eyes, and then her face rolled up and she really let rip with the
crying.  And it was real, Nia-in- distress crying, not her usual 'I want my
own way' crying.  What could I do, I'm a sucker for her when she does that,
but I also knew the difference between when she really was sad and when she
was being the manipulative little baggage that was her ground-state.

   She hugged on to me, crying like her pet dog had died, so much so that
mum poked her head round the door to see what was going on, backed out when
she saw me cradling the little girl while she sobbed, excessively so, I
thought.  I fished out a handkerchief from my pocket and tried to mop off
her face, but I was fighting a losing battle between her eyes and her nose,
which was chugging out truly amazing quantities of something truly nasty.

   "SSSHHH Nia, it's alright, you'll see me every evening, you'll be OK,
Monkey-girl, I promise!" I soothed her, once her crying had died down to
hiccups, wondering at this sudden outburst of affection, and guided her
back into bed, pulling up the bedclothes around her, before trying to
leave.

   "DON'T GO!" she shrieked, so I had to stop and sit on the bed and talk
to her some more, tell her about my new school, all the boys there, how
many people were at the school, while her eyes grew big.  I ended up
reading to her, 'The Worst Witch' or something like that, until she finally
dozed off, then slipped out of her room, holding my bulging handkerchief at
arm's length.

   This became the pattern of my evenings.  Come in, tuck Nia in if she was
already in bed, answer her questions about my school, and read to her until
she fell asleep.  Some nights, though, she'd vary the routine.  I'd wake up
in the middle of the night, and she'd be there, rolled up next to me, fast
asleep, so I'd go and get her duvet, cover her up, and go back to sleep;
the one time I tried to take her back to her own room, she made such a fuss
she woke the house, and mum had to put her in bed with her just to get her
to go back to sleep.  It got so I became used to feeling this little body
scrunched up next to me in the middle of the night, and took to keeping a
spare duvet in my room, to throw over her when she sneaked in.  Nia had
won, again, she'd got her own way, and I had to share my room with her. 
Like I said, manipulative little baggage.

   On weekends, though, she was almost tentative with me, never moving more
than 6 feet or so away from wherever I was, one eye always cocked in my
direction, never obviously trailing around after me, but always there; if I
went to the bathroom, she'd be playing in the corridor outside when I came
out, If I retreated to my room to read or watch TV, she'd find a thousand
reasons to come in looking for something, or ask me a question or some
other reason.  She also became more touchy-feely, which weirded me out, as
I usually took great pains to avoid having her sticky little paws on my
clothes; usually whatever she had been eating was all over her hands, and
now it would be all over me.  The one time she leaned over to kiss me, I
honestly thought she was going to bite me, going for the germ-warfare
option, and I ducked backwards, causing her to fall over, start screaming,
big family post mortem, why can't you be nice to your sister, she's only
young, she only has you, etc, etc.  Spoiled, conniving, manipulative little
troll-spawn.

   As she got older, the screaming for her own way tailed-off, and she
actually became more tractable, easier to deal with.  The sneaking into my
room and sleeping next to me never stopped though, and it actually got to
the point where I felt almost cheated if I woke up in the night and she
wasn't there.  When she began secondary school, at 11, like me, I fully
expected this to stop; there was more scope for friends, new people, new
subjects to study, so I was confident her life would stop intersecting with
mine quite so much.  It didn't stop, not at all.

   I was 14 by then, and girls were definitely a subject of mucho interest,
for me and all my friends, hell, my whole generation, so I was glad Nia was
fully occupied with her own life, at last, and I could start hanging with
my pals on weekends without Nia hovering in the background.  I met a nice
girl, Lisa Simons, sweet, cute, red hair, and we dated for a while.  Dad
just grinned, and said, in his own inimitable way "Behave yourself, you
dirty little beast!" and mum was distressed that I was dating, she thought
I was too young for entanglements, I was still just a little boy.  Nia
hated her, refused to speak to her, acknowledge her presence, or speak to
me.  Suited me fine.  The chance of spending an evening in a dark cinema
with a pretty girl, as opposed to spending it staring at Nia and her
captive-troll expression, what do you think I fancied more?

   And then, one afternoon I brought Lisa over, Nia saw her in the house,
and was rude and nasty to her.  At last I blew my top.

   "What the hell's your problem, Nia?  All I'm doing is dating a girl,
it's not against the law, why do you have to make it so difficult, she's
only my girlfriend, for Chrissake!"

   Nia reared right back.

   "Why do you have to bring that...that girl to my house all the time,
this is my house as well, and you're my brother, and you belong to me, not
her!"I looked at her in shock.  Was she really that freaked-out by me
having a girlfriend?  Why?  Lisa left after that, and wouldn't see me
anymore.  Thanks, Nia.

   Eventually, dad had to ask me what was going on with Nia and me.  I
confessed that I was baffled; she had her school friends, she had her own
interests, she was in secondary school now, and I couldn't understand why
she had been so hostile towards my girlfriend - she acted like she was
jealous, even though I could only ever see Lisa on weekends, and her curfew
had been 9pm, so what was the problem?  If she wanted me around, she had me
every evening plus all day Sunday.

   Dad thought about it for a while, then held forth.

   "Jamie, she's had you dancing attendance on her all her life, whether
you liked it or not, and she thinks, quite rightly, that you're getting too
grown-up for her, school, and sports, and girlfriends and so on.  Give her
a chance to level off; she'll eventually accept that you're moving on from
her to someone else.  Just be patient with her, and try not to snap too
much - she's still only young, so ignore it, it will go away."

   So, for the next four years, I manfully held my patience.  Nia never
accepted any of my girlfriends, never tried to be nice, or even polite, and
I took to not bringing them over to the house any more, making her even
more incensed that I was dating someone she had no chance of sniping at.  I
followed dad's advice and blithely ignored her artless little questions
about whoever I was seeing at any given time, and it drove her bonkers. 
Other than that aspect of our lives together, we mostly got along just
fine. Periodically, though, I would wake up and find her huddled against
me, but thankfully, as her teen years progressed, this tailed-off and had
stopped altogether by the time I left for university at 18.

   I was studying Environmental Geosciences at Bristol, as I wanted to work
in the Oil industry, and I was living in halls in Clifton.  My days were
pretty full; the course didn't offer much latitude for spare time or
socialising, which was pretty much what the Course Adviser at 6th Form
College had told me, but I was enjoying myself.  I didn't get much
opportunity to go home; lectures were usually scheduled on Saturdays, and
funds were limited; after paying my expenses, a trip back to London was
usually out of the question.  Even my summer was no break, spending it as I
did mentoring and coaching A-Level mathematics to earn enough money to get
a deposit for a flat-share for year 2.  At the end of my first year, I had
been home a grand total of zero times.  I felt guilty, but dad was breezy
and unconcerned about it; he understood from his own student days.  Mum
just used to weep down the phone at me, and Nia refused to talk to me at
all.

   My second year, I got a job in a supermarket, unloading the trucks,
tough work, but it was nights, so it didn't cut into my classwork, and it
enabled me to pay for an apartment-share in a student flats complex near
the uni and feed myself.  As it meant working weekends, plus my Saturday
classes, again I couldn't get home at all reliably.  Luckily, dad's bank
had a regional office in Bristol, so he would come down every so often,
pick me up and we'd have dinner, talk about the family, bring me mum's
letters and any home news, advice or messages mum had.  Nothing from Nia,
though.  I was saddened by this.  Although we squabbled about any and
everything, often fought like two cats in a sack, I did love the
bone-headed little cave-troll, and I couldn't believe that she could be so
offended by my going to uni as to cut me out completely.  Dad was more
pragmatic.

   "She's hurt by you going away; she thinks you deliberately left her, and
she's offended that her brother, (who she owns, by the way!) could actually
walk away from her, and leave her alone.  Let her work it out for herself.
She's a teenager, Jamie, she's having it tough enough right now, she'll
find a way; in the meantime, get used to it!"

   The third and last year was more difficult still; I had to spend part of
the academic year working in industry, so I wangled a place with a
geophysical exploration team, surveying the possible oil bearing strata off
and around South Georgia, Elephant Island and the Falkland Islands, in the
South Atlantic, 600km off the tip of Patagonia.  It was a hard and arduous
assignment, winter in the South Atlantic polar regions is rugged and
treacherous, and we had to be protected by the Royal Navy picket ships as
Argentina was claiming the area.  We had several heated exchanges with
Argentinian patrol boats until the Royal Navy boys unlimbered their 20mm
Oerlikon cannons, at which point the Argentinians would remember pressing
business elsewhere.  6 months of this, followed by 4 more months of
analysing my findings, creating survey charts and drilling forecasts,
estimating yields, and then writing the whole thing up as part of my
Bachelors thesis, so a very hectic final year.  I graduated with an Honours
Degree in Environmental Geosciences, foregoing the graduation ceremony as I
was eager to go home.  I already had my degree and paperwork, and, as my
sometime girlfriend/sex-partner/Friend with Benefits, Bev and I had finally
broken it off permanently, I had no pressing need to remain.  I left
Bristol forever, glad to be finished, looking forward to a few weeks of
lazing before I had to find a job; luckily I had some very good contacts
from my months in the south Atlantic, so I'd contact them as soon as they
were contactable.

   When I arrived home, mum was all tears and hugs, reaching up to touch
the top of my head in wonder at my height, marvelling that she couldn't get
her arms all the way around my waist anymore, fussing over me gratifyingly.
There was no sign of Nia, which was crushing for me, a sharp pang echoing
through me.  Despite all our arguments and fights over the years, I still
adored the malicious little goblin, although sometimes it was difficult to
remember why!  Dad was away at a security show in Birmingham, would be gone
for a couple of days, so I had mum to myself, her wonderful cooking and
warm presence.  I was so glad to be home after 3 years, all that was
missing now was the demon-child.

   Mum filled me in on Nia.

   "She not do too well in her A-Levels, so she not going university this
year.  She want to re-sit in August, and start university at Easter, when
she be 19.  She want to study law at the London School of Economics, not
move away from home, stay in London.  Your father and I support her, we not
want her off by herself in remote part of the country; she too young to be
alone, need family nearby."

   I asked mum where Nia was, she looked sad.  "I ask her to be here, she
say she will, but I not see her since morning.  Maybe she come back soon,
gone out with friends, I think."

   I was feeling a little tired, so I asked mum if I could go and lie down,
and she looked surprised.  "Why you asking, Jamie, this your home, not need
permission in own home!  Your room is clean and ready for you, Nia tidy it
for you, every week she tidy it for you!"

   I raised an eyebrow at that, walked up to my room, and gasped.  Nothing
had been changed since the day I left, and I mean nothing.  It was as
though the room had been in a time-warp; even a handful of small change on
the dresser was exactly where I'd spilled it, my books with their
bookmarked pages still stacked on the ground next to the bed, my Sam Cooke
CD still in the CD player, the case open on my dresser, my tennis racquet
tossed carelessly on the bed where I'd left it, with a post-it note to Nia
to use it as I wouldn't need it still stuck to the case, and my CD's all
jumbled together on the corner of my wardrobe, again exactly where I'd left
them; there were even the post-it notes with various notes-to-self still
tacked to my desk.  This was creepy; it was like a shrine to Jamie...

   Felling very weird about this, I grabbed my clothes out of my case and
dumped them in the laundry basket, shoving the case under the bed and
peeling of my clothes, dumping them as well, and climbing into bed.  The
sheets and linens were all freshly laundered, so Nia must have stripped the
bed, and re-made it exactly how I left it; that was slightly scary, I would
need a talk with that girl.  Thinking along those lines, I fell asleep, to
dream of Nia when she was small, holding my hand as I walked her to school.

   I woke with a start, checked my watch, discovered I'd been asleep for
almost 3 hours.

   "Finally, it stirs!" said a voice behind me.  I spun around, and there
was Nia, sitting on my study chair, grinning at me.  But what a change! 
I'd last seen her as a surly, defensive 15 year old teen nightmare; lip
always ready to curl in derision, eyes sullen and flat, hostility just
below the surface.

   Now she'd changed beyond all recognition; I'd have walked right past her
without recognising her!  She was tall, I could see that even sitting down,
a slender, willowy, but shapely figure, hair waved and teased into a
riotous tumble of black curls, long slender legs encased in skin-tight
black leggings, flat-soled harem-slippers on her feet and wearing a loose,
boat-neck cream pullover top that left one shoulder bare.  Her skin still
had that pale, fresh complexion, her almond eyes were large bright blue
sapphires, or maybe cornflowers, expressive and beautiful, surrounded by
sooty lashes, and her mouth was wide, generous, made for smiling.  Her lips
were naturally coral pink, her face heart-shaped and perfectly symmetrical,
her fine oriental features highlighted perfectly by her Caucasian genes. 
She was beautiful!  Following on the heels of that was the realisation that
I was checking-out my sister!  Eewww!

   "Close your mouth, Jamie, you're drooling!" she giggled, and my mouth
snapped shut, flushing as I realised I was busted, ogling my sister,
although, to be fair, she was eminently worth the ogle!

   "Nia, you surprised me!  I came home and you weren't here...!" I trailed
off.

   Nia stood up in one lithe move, and slid onto the bed next to me, to
slid her arms around my neck and press her cheek against mine.

   "Welcome home, Jamie, I missed you so much...!" she said softly, and I
hugged her close, then something made me pull away to look at her, seeing
she was crying.

   "Nia, what...why...don't do that, you troll, you know what you look like
when you cry!" I grinned at her, and she slapped me on the upper arm,
trying to smile as two big tears escaped her brimming eyes and ran down her
cheeks.  I pulled a tissue out from the nightstand, gave it to her, and
waited while she dabbed her eyes dry again.

   I hugged her again, glad to be holding her again after all this time. 
"I missed you Nia, more than you know!" I said, and I meant it.  "Why were
you so mad, that you had to cut me off for three whole years?  I asked dad
about you every time I called home.  I missed you very much Nguye't!"

   Nia tried to speak, and started crying again instead, and all at once
she was 8 years old, and this was Nia-in-distress crying again, her
shoulders shaking as she sobbed.  I gathered her into me, soothing her as I
used to when she was small, the act of doing that reuniting us again, the
intervening years dropping away.

   At last she slowed down, her sobbing giving way to silent tears, with me
holding her against my shoulder and silently feeding her paper tissues; I'd
been here before so I knew, when she was ready to talk, she'd talk.

   At last her breathing started sounding normal, so I asked her "What
brought that on, Troll-Child, why the waterworks?"

   She buried her face in my shoulder, and started speaking.  "When you
left, I was so horrible, I thought you were going because you didn't want
to stay with us, with me, any longer, and that you were paying me back for
all the mean things I did.  I thought you hated me!  And I was going to
hate you back, but all I could do was miss you, and then I didn't know how
to say suh...suh...sorry!  You were gone and I wanted you back!" She
swallowed, obviously near tears again.

   I was thunderstruck.  Had I really come across like that, given her the
impression I hated her?

   She continued.  "I was there every time you called, but I couldn't bring
myself to talk to you, I didn't know what to say, and 'sorry' was too hard
to say.  Or not enough, I don't know.  And the longer it went on, the
harder it was to stop it.  I tried to make myself believe I didn't need you
around, but that didn't work, I never realised just how much of my day was
spent around you!"

   I eased her up so I could look at her.  "And this?" I asked, indicating
my room, "was this all part of that as well?"

   She nodded.  "I thought if your room looked just like it did when you
left, I could pretend you'd just gone out, and were coming back any minute,
it would feel like you were still around.  Can you understand that?"

   I did.

   I looked into her eyes.  "Listen to me, I have never hated you, or
wanted to leave you, or mum and dad, ever.  I just wanted to go to the
university that gave me the best degree.  You're my little sister, and
while I admit, yes, I did sometimes want Dorothy to drop a house on you, I
never hated you, even when you were being your brattiest!  Mum told me that
being your older brother came with responsibilities, and I said yes, and
took them on, because I wanted to.  I wanted to then, and I want to now. 
OK?"

   Nia looked sideways at me.  "When did mum ask you this, Jamie?"

   "When you were born, Nia, when she brought you home." I replied

   "And you stuck to it, after all the shit I put you through?  Really?" I
nodded.  Her eyes welled-up again, and I hastily grabbed a tissue.

   "Jamie, poor you, you let me do all those horrid things, say all those
horrid things, all those years, because of a promise to mum?  You promised
to look after me and I took so much advantage of you; I don't deserve you!"


   I grinned.  "I'll say!  But in your defence, it was a lot of fun too! 
True, being your guardian angel was no bed of roses, but it wasn't exactly
the death of a thousand cuts either!  Watching you learn to skate, for one;
I actually laughed 'til I was sick!"

   She looked at me, seemed to make a decision, grabbed my face and kissed
me on the cheek, a long smacker.  I was a little surprised, and a little
wistful as well - she used to do that a lot when she was small, and I
hadn't realised how much I'd missed it.

   Then she really surprised me.  Still holding my face, she planted a firm
kiss right on my lips.  For a stunned second I enjoyed it, then reality
blinked back on and I reared back, pulling away from her and sliding off my
bed and onto the floor.  I peered up at her over the edge of the bed, like
the world's most reluctant bridegroom, to see her still sitting there,
looking at me strangely.  "Jamie, you look ridiculous down there, come back
up here, I won't bite, you know!"

   It wasn't the biting I was afraid of, although what I was afraid of I
didn't know, just that something had suddenly changed between us.  I shook
my head emphatically.

   "Jamie!  I said, 'come back up here'!" she snapped, eyes darkening as
she ordered me back next to her.  15 years of conditioning took over, and I
crept back up onto the bed, as far from her as I could.  We stared at each
other, Nia looking ever so slightly pleased with herself; I shudder to
think what I looked like.

   Nia grinned at me.  "Calm, down, Jamie, I said, I'm not going to bite
you.  You can relax, seriously.  You look like someone just gave your
scrotum a really big tweak!"

   Some sort of response was needed here, I felt.  "Glaarrrkk!" was the
best I could do, good for an opener, but needed more.  I cleared my throat,
and tried again.

   "What the fu...  um, hell did you do, Nia, why did you do that?" I
croaked.

   Nia smiled.  "I did it because I always wanted to do it, I wanted to see
what it would be like, and I liked it!  How was it for you?" she twinkled
mischievously.

   "God, Nia, I'm your brother, you can't go doing stuff like that...!" I
trailed of as she failed to look the least bit contrite.

   "Oh balls, Jamie, I'm a big girl, and I wanted to see what it would be
like to snog my cute man-tottie big brother; don't say you didn't like it -
you kissed me back!  Besides, you were the one practically peeling down my
panties with your eyes a couple of minutes ago!"

   I tried to bluster and protest, but she'd scored a direct hit, and she
knew it.  She patted the bed beside her, and I shook my head.  She patted
the bed harder, her eyes narrowing, so I, reluctantly, slid up next to her.

   "Now Jamie, I kissed you.  Accept it.  Get past it.  Because I want to
kiss you again, and you need to put some effort into it, OK?" I was
listening to this in a daze; there was no way I was going to accede to
this, but an entirely different part of me was clamouring for attention;
apparently he thought it was a very good idea!  Nia noticed, glancing
pointedly at the bulge in my boxers as I tried to cover my...condition with
my bed sheet.

   "The consensus is in my favour, Jamie; at least two of us in here think
it's a good idea, so stop squirming like a girly and pucker-up; and do it
like you mean it!"

   Defeated, sure this was a very bad idea, I gave up and let her lean
against me again, wrapping my arm around her so she was looking up at me.
She really was a beautiful girl, and if she weren't my sister I'd have
moved in for the kill like a rat up a drainpipe, but it still felt wrong,
wrong, wrong.

   Obviously Nia didn't feel the same way, and, fed-up with waiting for me
to make a move, took hold of my face and pulled my head down, to kiss me
square on the lips.  After a second of adjusting to the feeling, it dawned
on me that she had really soft lips, gentle and very sexy.  I felt her
tongue rubbing gently against my lips, and opened my lips, her tongue
slipping inside to lightly fence with mine as we kissed long and deep.  I
felt myself responding more urgently to her kiss, pulling her closer to me
as our kiss intensified, my tongue exploring her as she clamped her lips
against mine.  My arms went around her more fully, enjoying the feel of her
moulding against me as her arms wrapped around my neck.

   Nia broke off our kiss, eyes dancing as she grinned at me.  "There now,
that wasn't so bad was it?" she asked, fingers still interlaced at the back
of my neck.  I had to agree, not bad at all!  It had also been extremely
stimulating; I felt slightly sand-bagged by how sexy my kid sister was, and
how well she kissed.

   Nia seemed to come to a decision, and hoisted herself onto my lap,
straddling me, looking into my eyes as she leaned in and kissed me again.
My hands automatically went to her waist, holding her as she kissed me, our
tongues fencing and sliding against each other again.  As we kissed, I felt
her breathing deepen, and she began to shift her weight, sliding herself
back and forth across my by now sizeable erection inside my shorts,
frotting herself against me.  I began pushing against her as she slid back
and forth, and her eyes narrowed as she realised what I was doing, smiling
as her face flushed, throwing her head back as her pace increased, rubbing
and gyrating on me as she worked herself up.

   Suddenly she stopped, face and neck flushed, her breathing shallow and
fast.  "No...not like this, not now...!" she gasped, sliding off me to
stand and begin sliding down her leggings!

   "Uh, Nia, what are you doing?" I enquired, although I was well aware
where our session was heading.

   "Getting naked, Jamie, like you, what else?" she grinned.  She yanked
off her leggings, kicking them across the room, and pulled her top over her
head, standing before me in just a black thong and tiny brassiere. 
Objectively speaking, I had to admit she had a superb figure; long, endless
legs, perfectly formed, slender and toned, flat stomach and, when she
turned, taut shapely little buttocks, springy and firm, and small, high
breasts, maybe 34B, just enough to fit in a cupped hand.

   I could feel myself hardening even further as I saw more and more of
her, and when she peeled of her thong and shrugged off her bra, her nipples
dancing as she moved, my cock made a determined effort to burst right out
of my shorts and slap me on the chin.

   I had one last question.  "Nia, what about mum, she might come in!"

   Nia grinned down at me.  "She went out to play Mah Jongg at Mrs.  Vinh's
place; she left while you were still asleep, I told her I'd give you dinner
when you woke up.  Relax; she'll be gone for at least another 3 hours!"

   With that, Nia slid into the bed next to me, her hand on my erection as
she looked at me questioningly.  I obliged, sliding off my shorts to allow
my cock to spring out, all 7 inches, solid and fat.  Nia looked
appreciatively at me, licking her lips.  "That's lovely Jamie, oh yes, very
nice!" she complimented me, gently encircling me to test the girth.  I will
be the first to admit I don't have a porn-star, giganto-dick, nor can I
shag for hours then come like a fire hose, but neither am I afflicted with
'teeny-peeny' disease, and to date, I've had no complaints, and even a
couple of half-serious testimonials from Bev, my former FWB at university.

   Nia started slowly rubbing my cock, pumping her hand slowly up and down,
kissing me while my hands found her lovely firm breasts and taut solid
little nipples.  She began gasping gently as I tweaked and twirled her
nipples, her free hand reaching down to touch and caress herself, slipping
into herself as I continued to touch and stimulate her.

   I felt her start to move down and I stopped her, looking at her
questioningly.  So far, all we had done was touch and explore; if this went
any further, we'd be crossing a line, and there was no way back across that
line.  Nia smiled, accepting the consequences, slid down to gently lick the
tip of my cock, the touch of her tongue like an electric charge through me.
I groaned and lay back as she continued to run her tongue up and down my
length, swirling her tongue around and behind the head, before slipping her
lips over the end and sliding me into her mouth, still pumping me as she
sucked and lapped, her head bobbing.  The sensation was exquisite, the head
swelling as she sucked, and when she slipped her tongue into the slit in
the end and rasped lightly, I lost all control.

   "Nia...I'm....Oh God!" she looked at me with those huge blue eyes,
grinning around my cock, and sucked harder, and I came in a burst of
ecstasy that made my ears ring and my vision blur, my cock lurching as I
shot jet after jet of spunk into her hot, avidly sucking mouth, coating her
tongue and the roof of her mouth with my seed.  Her cheeks bulged and
hollowed with the effort of keeping up with my ejaculation, swallowing as
fast as she could as I continued to spray my spunk into her mouth, her hand
gently squeezing and milking my balls, stimulating me even further.

   At last, I was drained, my cock twitching as I hovered on the
trailing-edge of my climax, heart thudding in my chest, my chest heaving as
I fought for breath.  I slumped back, Nia sliding up to lie alongside me,
grinning like a monkey.

   "So, how was that then, big brother, am I forgiven for being such an
obnoxious little cow?"

   I pulled her against me, kissing her and tasting myself on her lips. 
"Nothing to forgive, ever, baby sis, I told you, looking out for you was my
pleasure.  Speaking of which..."

   I trailed my fingers down between her delectable little breasts, on down
across her flat tummy, to drift through her sparse pubic hair and stroke
her pussy gently.  Nia gasped and smiled, lying back as I continued to pet
her pussy with feather-light strokes, running my finger the length of the
inviting crease between her labia from back to front, caressing her hooded
clitoris and making her jump and quiver.

   I followed my finger-trail with my lips, licking each of her nipples in
turn, drawing the stiff little nubs gently between my teeth, Nia murmuring
in appreciation.  I continued nibbling and flicking her nipples, and she
responded with gasps and sighs as her arousal climbed, her nipples
darkening as they engorged.  I slipped one finger into her moistening
little slit, then two, rubbing them in and out of her, stimulating her
clitoris, Nia pushing against my hand to encourage me to frig her harder as
I sucked her lovely tits.  Then I began kissing her in a trail down her
body, following my fingers, dipping my tongue briefly into her navel and
swirling it around before heading further down.  I trailed my tongue
through her small trimmed heart-shaped patch of silky pubic hair, feeling
the fine, short hairs brushing against my tongue as I worked my way down to
her pussy.

   I changed position so I could lie between her thighs, my tongue darting
in to begin lapping and teasing at her sweet, flawlessly waxed little
pussy. Nia sighed and quivered, her head thrown back as I licked and probed
with my tongue, her soft, neat outer lips swelling and opening against my
tongue as her arousal climbed.  Her scent washed over me, fresh, alluring
and soft, and her sweet, tangy nectar ran and dripped into my mouth as I
pulled her in closer to me, licking her from her anus to her clitoris, and
she moaned and writhed against me as I touched and tasted her most secret
places.  She gasped when I pulled her bum cheeks apart and probed her
puckered little pink hole, eyes screwed tightly shut, her fingers twining
in my hair and her hands forcing my mouth tight against her as she trembled
and shuddered in a series of orgasms, coming almost continuously as I
licked and sucked at her, and when I took her clitoris in my mouth and
licked and sucked it, she finally exploded into a massive orgasm, a high,
whistling groan escaping from her as her heels dug into the bed, her thighs
flexing and quivering against my head, her tendons thrumming like guitar
strings with the force of her release.

   At last, her tremors died down, and her legs released me from their
prison.  I laid my head against her belly for a moment before I slid back
up the bed to lie next to her and took a moment to wipe my face with a
pillow case; her juices were all over my face and neck, and I wanted to
kiss her some more, feel her lips against mine again.

   "That was...amazing, Jamie, absolutely fabulous, oh my God it was good!"
she grinned.  "I hope you're ready for more, there's something I want to
do, and I've been saving it for now!"

   I pulled her closer to me, kissing her as I fondled her taut little
backside, squeezing and massaging her cheeks, marvelling at the soft
firmness and springy roundness of them, my cock already hard and
limbered-up.

   "Jamie, I want you to make love to me, be my first, OK?" She whispered.
I must have looked surprised, given how well she'd blown me earlier,
because she smiled.  "Yes, Jamie, I'm a virgin, and I want you to be the
one to make me not be a virgin anymore, please?  It's OK, I'm on the pill,
mum put me on the pill years ago, just in case!"

   I was conflicted now.  She wanted to do this, with me, and God, did I
want to do this with her, but again, it seemed like an awfully wide line to
cross.  Nia must have sensed what I was thinking, as she reached up to pull
my head down to kiss me.

   "It's OK, Jamie, all bets are off now, we've broken the taboo, this is
just another part of what we've already done, and maybe it's the best part!
I want this, I so want this with you, it was always only ever going to be
you; if I had to wait a thousand years for you, I would, but I don't;
you're here, now, with me, and I love you.  Love me back, and make me yours
this way, to go with all the other ways I've always been yours!"

   Her appeal hit me at an emotional level, one where the real me lurked,
the one that didn't care she was my sister, only that she was desirable,
and willing.  I knew that what she'd said was true, had somehow always
known it, and, I suppose, I'd also known that someday this day would come,
and that I could choose; take what she offered, be what she wanted, admit
what I felt for her and try and make a life with her; or refuse, turn away,
walk away from her, and live a life of what if, try and forget what had
already happened, try and be only her older brother, watch her become
everything to someone else, and hope and pray that one day my decision to
refuse would never come back to haunt me.

   As I looked into her eyes, I knew that I wanted her, had never wanted
anything or anyone like I wanted her; and it wasn't only a need of the
flesh.  Nia had been a part of my life for so long, I knew in the bone, and
the blood, and the depths of me that I couldn't have a complete life
without her in it.  There had always been a part of me that I had never
shown to anyone, given to anyone, shared with anyone; now I knew why.  It
had always been for Nia only.

   My acceptance must have shown in my eyes, and two big tears welled up in
her eyes as she saw me choose her.  My head dipped down to kiss her once, a
betrothal kiss, a seal, if you like, linking us together like a puzzle
ring, and then I was moving between her outstretched thighs, holding myself
up on outstretched arms as she held me and positioned me at her flushed,
swollen entrance.  When she was ready she smiled and nodded, and I slowly
pushed into her.  She gasped and murmured as I slowly slid into her, and I
stopped, only for her to ask me to keep going, not to stop, she wanted me
all the way inside her.  There was a moment of constriction, almost
obstruction, and Nia asked me to go really slow, so I eased myself into her
until she relaxed, urging me on until I was buried all the way inside her.
I stopped, letting her get her breath back, and waited again for her signal
before I began to withdraw from her tight sheath, the sensation
indescribable.  Nia was pushing her hips up as I pulled almost all the way
out of her, then sliding back in again, the way easier this time, Nia
gasping and squirming beneath me as she began to enjoy the feeling of being
pumped full of my cock.  As I sped up my pumping, she began to hump back
against me, meeting me stroke for stroke, squeezing me with her inner
muscles, delicious friction against my engorged cock.  We pumped and
pummelled at each other, our breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh
as we gave ourselves to each other the only sounds in the room, excitement
building as our mutual climax approached, all thoughts of restraint now
moot, only the moment and the impending satisfaction needing our attention.


   Nia came with a piercing scream as her orgasm bolted through her,
crashing waves of pleasure pounding her senses, rollers crashing on her as
she sobbed and shuddered, muscles spasming as she gave in to her pleasure.
The feel of her climax set me off, my cock convulsing as jets of spunk
blasted out of me into the depths of her body, her pussy massaging and
milking my cock as her cervix convulsed, fluttering against my deeply
embedded cock, emptying me out, draining my body of my seed, my offering to
her.

   We both fell back, shattered, the emotional and physical drain almost
overpowering us.  As we lay in our sweat, I examined every feature of this
beautiful girl I had finally chosen for myself, who had chosen me so long
ago, remembering how I had helped bring her up, fought with her, played
with her, held her when she cried, comforted her when she was frightened,
and loved her when she needed me, a whole lifetime of connection, thinking
how our lives had intertwined inexorably just so we could be together now.
Yes, I loved her; I always had; now I could finally admit that I loved her
the way she wanted me to.

   Nia rolled into my arms, huddling up against me, looking for my
protection.  I wrapped my arm around her, spooning her to me, and pulled
the bedclothes up around us, keeping her warm and secure against me. 
Listening to her soft breathing, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, I fell
asleep.

   I awoke as twilight was sifting into the room, checked my watch; we'd
been asleep almost 2 hours.  Nia moved against me, murmuring, and pulled
herself in close to me again.

   I contemplated getting something to eat, looking for a change of
clothes, and froze.  Nia clothes, that she'd carelessly kicked off and
thrown across the room, were neatly folded across my study chair, her
slippers tucked under the same chair, and my laundry hamper was empty; Oh
Shit!

   I shook her awake.  "Nia, NIA!  Wake up, we got trouble!" She sat bolt
upright, delectably dishevelled, and I wondered that, even in this crisis
moment, my first thought had been how truly gorgeous she was.  "Whassup
Jamie?" she slurred, still not fully awake.

   "Mum's been in, she's seen everything, seen us sleeping together! 
Shit!"

   Nia's eyes snapped open, her mouth a rosy 'O' of shock.  She jumped out
of bed, started tumbling into her clothes, throwing me jeans and a shirt
from my wardrobe as I hunted for my shorts.

   We went looking for mum, found her in the kitchen, calmly drinking tea
and reading a magazine.  She looked up when we sidled in, smiled.

   "I was wondering when you get up!  You eat dinner now, both of you, it
getting late!" She got up and began bustling around.  Nia and I looked at
each other.  This was not the reaction we'd braced for...

   "Mum..." I began, and she looked at me, smiled brightly, carried on
getting dinner ready.  I stepped in front of her, took the plates she was
holding, put them on the table, and sat her down.

   "Mum, you came into my room, yes?" She nodded.  "And you have nothing to
say?" Mum looked at me, looked at Nia, and beckoned her to sit down.

   "Jamie, Nguye't, I saw you, both of you.  I will say nothing, to you, or
to your daddy.  Jamie, you love my daughter?" I nodded.  "And Nguye't, I
know you love Jamie, otherwise why you cry for him every day for three
year!"

   Nia finally broke the silence.  "Why, mama?"

   Mum looked sad for a moment, then started to speak in a low voice.

   "My father was in army, killed in border with Cambodia, Khmer Rouge
bandits, mother die when I very young, so I brought up by brother, Vienh.
He do everything for me, teach me read and write.  When I was young, I fall
in love, get married, have baby girl.  Police Captain, he want to keep me
for himself, as Ti'nh Nhan, it is like, like mistress, but worse.  He
arrest my husband, take baby away while I at market, many day later husband
body found, police say traffic accident, but traffic accident not leave
bullet hole.  Never find baby.  My husband was Vienh, I love him very much,
he the only family I have left until he killed.  Wife of neighbour hide me,
send me to Vientiane, Laos, to stay with sister, and I meet missionary
family, your granddaddy, Jamie.  His daughter become my friend, they bring
me to England, I live with them, be there when your mummy get married.  She
was like my sister, when she get ill, I look after you, and be with you
when mummy died, still look after you, fall in love with your daddy.  What
you do is what I did, I not think it wrong then, I not think it wrong now.
I love you both, you will always be my children, so I not lose anyone
again!"

   We were both in tears, aghast at this dreadful story; mum had lost so
much, and yet she was always so serene, so at peace.  Nia sat with a
stunned expression on her face, horrified at what we'd just learned of
mum's traumatic past.

   Eventually I was able to speak.  "Mum, is there no way to find your
baby? No-one who can help?"

   Mum shook her head, shrugged.  "Baby probably sold on baby market, rich
family in America or Canada want to adopt, baby sold to them, that is where
stolen children from Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos go.  If that true, then she
having a good life.  I will meet her again in next life, and she will know
me again."

   Nia hugged her, crying softly, and I seemed to have an enormous lump in
my throat.  Eventually Nia stopped crying, but stayed close to mum.  "What
was her name, mama, your baby, what was my sister's name?"

   Mum smiled gently.  "Her name Hu'e, mean Lily-Flower.  Maybe she called
Brittany or Kerry now!  She be 25 now, I think, maybe married.  I hope she
having good life, meet good man, maybe have children of her own!"

   She pushed away from the table, and stood up.  "And now, eat!  It been a
long time since lunch, eat something.  You not worry, I deal with your
father, he may be your daddy, but he my husband!  You not worry, I see this
end OK for you!"

   We ate in silence, far too much to think about, a sombre pall cast over
the evening.  Nia felt it first, and, after doing the dishes with me, said
her goodnights and went off to bed.  I sat with my arm around mum for a
while, happy to be home with her again; but now she had to lean on me, I
was far too big and heavy to lean against her, although right now I felt I
could do with a little mothering.  I'd never guessed mum had known so much
heartbreak, such awful loss; her whole life before us was a closed book. 
I'd never even known she was my mother's friend, although that was hardly
surprising; other than a picture in my desk drawer, I knew nothing about my
mother or her family; my grandparents had died before I was born, and dad
had never met them.  Mum was my mother, end of story.

   Mum was pragmatic about what we would do next.

   "Your daddy need to know, I tell him first, then you tell him, both of
you; he a good man, strange sense of humour, but he OK!  Once I tell him
what happen, he will need time to understand, I help him do that.  He love
you both, he will understand.  You will know when to tell him.  I trust you
with my daughter, Huyn'h, I know you love her, always knew, even when you
did not!  You go to bed now.  I think Nguye't come to you tonight, she need
you to make her be herself again, you let her stay, be her big brother
tonight.  I should not have told her about the past, it gone and finished,
but I want her to know I not think she wrong, or choose wrong man.  Your
mummy like my sister, I love her, and she give you to me, so I love you
too! Now go to bed, little boy!"

   I returned to my room, lay down on my bed thinking about what mum had
told us, wondering how someone could carry all that around and yet be so
normal, ordinary, calm, sane.  Mum had had a horrifying experience, loss no
woman should have to bear, and yet here she was, being mum, dealing with
our lives, getting on with her own.

   I was just dozing off when my door edged open, and there was Nia,
dressed in pyjama pants and T-shirt.

   "I want to stay with you tonight; not to...you know, I just don't want
to be alone, not tonight." I made room, and Nia slid in next to me, hugging
me tight.  After a while, I realised she was crying, mum's story obviously
still resonating in her, and I tried to comfort her, but she cried so long,
and so hard, eventually she got me doing it as well.

   The next morning, when I woke, the first thing I saw was Nia, smiling at
me, the best thing I'd seen in the morning in a long time.  Obviously she'd
recovered from her emotional wringing last night, and burrowed down against
me when she saw I was awake, hugging me tight as she showered kisses on me.

   "Hi there, big boy!" she leered at me, giving my protruding erection a
tweak.  "Looks like you're ready for fun and games!"

   "Don't you believe it!" I retorted, slipping out of bed to head for the
toilet; I really needed to pee, and having a chin-prodder of an erection
wasn't helping matters any...

   Quickly brushing my teeth, I jumped back into bed; I had had no plans
for the day; today was my first day with no lectures, assignments, reports,
mentoring or work in 3 years, and I intended to do a large amount of
bugger-all, or at least that had been the plan yesterday afternoon; since
then a distraction in the form of the most beautiful girl in the world had
somehow fallen into my life (and my bed!), and she was still there!

   As soon as I hit the bed, I turned my attention back to Nia.  She was
still wearing her T-shirt and pyjama bottoms but I had a cunning plan for
getting them off her - it went like this; "Could you please take all your
clothes off?" Worked like a charm!  As she stripped-off, I wondered again
at her body; so lithe, elegant, sleek, her flanks smooth and flawless, her
skin fresh and clear, young and alive.  It was impossible to resist
touching and caressing, feeling her silky smoothness, her warmth, her
vibrancy.

   Nia slid into my arms, kissing me seriously, making all sorts of nice
things happen at once.  My erection, flagging once I'd had a pee, stiffened
back to fighting trim, and, as I kissed, fondled and squeezed her lovely
body, her own arousal started to show, her face and neck blushing, her
nipples popping out like two little fingertips.  Her hand encircled my
cock, pumping me slowly as we kissed and explored, and when my roaming
fingers found her tight little snatch she sighed and pumped faster.  I
rolled onto my back and slid her on top of me, pulling her buttocks open to
rub her slit and caress her little pucker, making her gasp into my mouth,
her lips curving against mine as she grinned.  She reached back and took
hold of me, rubbing the head of my penis against her rapidly moistening
lips, lubricating me, then began slowly backing into my cock, taking me in
gradually, pushing herself onto me until I was fully embedded in her, her
eyes shut tight in concentration as her vagina stretched to accommodate me
again.

   She began rising and falling, pumping herself on me, the friction on my
cock utterly delightful.  Her own arousal was climbing, a flush spreading
down her neck and across her upper chest as she pumped, and I began humping
back up to meet her thrusts, taking hold of her delectable little breasts
and lightly pinching and rubbing her nipples as she rode me.  Her thrusting
sped up, and I sped up to match her, both of us approaching orgasm as we
slammed into each other, sighs and groans escaping both of us as the
sensations quickened, intensified.  I slid my hands down to hold and
squeeze her lovely taut little buttocks, pulling them apart as I slid my
finger into her tight little anus, pumping in time to her thrusting down
against me.

   She came with a loud, guttural groan, her vaginal walls contracting
around me, clamping and releasing me, milking me, and I came with a groan
to equal hers, shooting long, satisfying jets of sperm deep into her, the
convulsions of her vagina drawing out my climax, keeping pace with hers. 
At last the constrictions around me eased, and Nia slumped forward against
my chest, holding me tight as she quivered in reaction, her muscles
shuddering and chest heaving, her heart thudding against me as she rode out
the aftershocks of her climax.

   She raised her head to kiss me lightly.  "Thank you, brother-mine!" she
grinned, "the perfect wake-up call, we must do this more often!"

   I laughed delightedly; she was obviously fully recovered from last
night!



   to be continued....

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