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 Title: Nia Ch.  03


Summary: Jamie and Nia's search for their missing sister hots up.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Excerpt from the private diary of Nguye't Morrison:

   Saturday, 23 April, 2011

   Tomorrow I shall graduate, I shall be Ms.  Nguye't Morrison LLB, B. 
Anth (Hons).  Feels funny, I've been in school of one sort or another since
I was 4 years old, now to be thrust out into the cold, cold world and have
to fend for myself after 17 years, feels scary, or it would be if I didn't
have the Polar Bear and his wisecracks and obscure sense of humour --I
swear, he gets more like dad every day; even mum's taken to looking at him
sideways...

   Now that he's a Captain of Industry (or at least boss of his own
practice, anyway) he finally has the time and space to work with me on
finding my sister.  Our goal has never changed, from the day we found out
about her, and Jamie has been a godsend, with all his odd contacts and
furtive little friends in the world's out-of-the-way places, digging for
hints, clues, or information, finding a piece here, a grain there, always
working towards getting her back.  Poor baby, he really has put his heart
and soul into this, and I love him all the more for it.

   He sent me a fabuloso graduation present, a platinum bracelet set with
blue-tinged diamonds from Hong Kong, he says they match my eyes -- isn't
that sweet?  He's due back in later this afternoon from Hong Kong, one of
his minions is collecting him from Heathrow and bringing him directly here,
the parents can have him when I've finished with him!

   He also said he has a lead, something solid, so he's a little excited,
well, a lot excited but trying not to show it, but he thinks he may have
got the first piece of the puzzle of where my sister, Hu'e, disappeared to,
and where she went after that piece of shit police captain took her.  After
much persuading, mum told us his name, and the district he controlled, and
Polar Bear took it from there, so if he's made a start, we have a
jumping-off point at last.

   When mum told me, I wanted to get the Vietnamese government to hunt him
down, corral him so I could have a word with him, maybe rip off his arm and
beat him with the wet end, but common sense prevailed (Jamie) and we agreed
we'd do this slowly and methodically, although when I do find that
baby-stealing piece of shit, I am going to shove a stiletto heel so far up
his arse it's going to bruise his tonsils.  Then I'm going twist it until
one of his eyeballs falls out.  Polar Bear says I have deep-seated,
unresolved anger issues...

   When I was young, I read a children's book of folk stories from around
the world, and one of the stories was from Malaysia, about Pontianak, the
Child-Stealer, who came into houses at night and took children, and it
frightened me for years, I was afraid it would come and take me.  Mum
always told me there are no such things, made me feel safe again, but now I
know there really is a child-stealer, and he came and he stole my sister
away, and I swear to the Goddess I will get her back!

   I start my new job in mid-May, not the beginning, Jamie asked me to
defer for two weeks but didn't say why, so he's up to something, it better
be good!  I will be a Junior Counsel with the Legal Protection Unit, based
in central London, so just a bus-ride to work in the morning, and I can't
wait; for a start, I get unrestricted access to UNICEF and their Child
Search Database, plus I get to sift through the reports that come through
via sister agencies and people like Amnesty International, and Child Rights
Coalition Asia.

   I'll do the think-work, and Jamie'll do the legwork, and maybe we can
track down my sister, find that little girl he stole from her mother, from
her family, from me, and let her know who she is, tell her about her real
mother, who never stopped loving her, who never stopped wanting her, and
maybe, give my mum some peace of mind at last.

   Anyway, I suspect Jamie's got some good news for me, as he's been in Qui
Nhon, about 200 miles from Da Nang, looking at on-shore thingummies for oil
and gas whatnots, and I suspect he may have been sneaking around Da Nang,
having a bit of a snoop, and whatever he found has made him excited, but
he's trying to hold it down and play it cool; Ha!  The last time he fooled
me, I was 6, he told me to pull his finger, so I did...

   He'd better be champing at the bit when he gets here, I am, and I plan
on making jungle music with him, so his blowpipe better be in full working
order!

   +++

   My contact in Vietnam, a really nice, almost honest police Colonel
called Phuoc Dienh, for two bottles of Chivas and a tickle with a hundred
dollar bill, agreed to let me look at the records the Vietnam Security
Force have been collecting on missing children from 1983 to the present
day, and I noticed one thing.  Almost all records from the Da Nang area
were marked as 'Case Closed' or 'Unsolved', and were signed off by the same
Police Captain, Minh Thuyet, then later Police Commander Thuyet.

   I asked my new friend what was the likelihood that this particular
Captain was in some way connected to the disappearances, and got back a
suddenly blank, professional face, all smiles that didn't reach his eyes.

   "Police work can be so overwhelming when your force spread so thin! 
Perhaps I have a little chat with him, I sure he be happy to clear this up,
with overwork and everything else, he obviously sign them off by mistake.
Oh dear, what a scamp he is!"

   And Colonel Dienh, with his happy smiling face, and flat unsmiling eyes,
closed the file cabinets, escorted me out of the Record Room, and walked
with me all the way back to my hotel, obviously concerned I'd get lost on
my way there, talking about everything, saying nothing at all..

   At last I had confirmation.  I already knew the name of the police
captain who'd taken Hu'e; it was a Captain Thuyet, mum had told me, now I
knew his first name, and that he'd signed off dozens of missing child
reports over several decades.

   I was going to get no more here.  Now that the police higher-up's knew I
was looking, they'd make sure there was nothing to find, nothing to sully
Vietnam's reputation as a holiday spot; they'd deal with him internally,
and that was what I was most afraid of; I knew all about Chi Hoa, the
fearsome high-security prison in Ho Chi Minh City, and once he ended up in
there, probably incarcerated under a different name, my search would be
over -- we'd never see or hear of him again.

   The Vietnamese officials were doing their best to clean up the mess that
followed the war, and were eager present themselves as a progressive,
modern nation; true, and to their credit, the corruption and post-war
incompetence had been largely eradicated; but there were still echoes of
it, and I was hearing them loudly right now.

   I made a call to the man who'd given me Col.  Dienh, Lieng Ho An, the
Exploration Coordinator and generally nice guy, and asked him if he could
put in a word with the government officials who managed the project, try
and get me back in a room with Col.  Dienh.

   While I waited for Lieng, I actually got a significant amount of work
done; after all, I was there to examine the potential of the inshore oil
deposits everyone was convinced existed, and deep-water offshore drilling
was decidedly risky with China sabre-rattling over the South China Sea, so
I had a lot to keep me occupied.

   10 days passed, I was due to leave, and then I got a call from Lieng.

   "Jamie, the Colonel has agreed to see you again, but it will be in
private, in the open, at the Blowout Preventer site, and he wants to do it
tonight, so meet me downstairs in 15 minutes!"

   I was ready when Lieng arrived, and we drove to the Preventers,
abstract-looking steel sculptures in a maze of large-bore pipes and
diverter valves under the test well drilling rigs, where we waited for a
few minutes.  A sleek saloon car pulled up and a dark figure came towards
us.

   "James, Lieng," He nodded, and motioned for me to follow him.  Lieng
stayed in view of the car and remained where he was.

   The colonel started speaking.

   "James, Lieng Ho An has told me more of why you so interested in Minh
Thuyet.  I will tell you he not District Commander anymore.  I shall speak
with him later, he waiting for me in Security Force barracks here in Da
Nang, we shall have an...interesting and informative conversation; I am
sure I will learn many more new and...interesting...  things.  This not a
good thing that he do, and it not liked that people asking these questions.
I help you because this wrong, it must stop!  Too much of the old ways
still here, he part of that, and for this, Thuyet will not see Da Nang
again, but I have details from him of what he been...doing for last 30
years.  He know where he going, he want very much to help, it only chance
he got.  Read this and learn, it make...  instructive...reading.  I give
this to you, but it did not come from me, and I do not know you, have not
met you, I not here now, and we have never spoken.  Your work here in
Vietnam is completed, now you will go, do not return.  Good luck James!"

   He handed me an envelope and walked back to his car, got in, and drove
away.

   Lieng drove me back to my hotel, where I looked over what Dienh had
given me; a thick wad of photocopied typewritten pages, single spaced and
dense, no paragraphs.

   I interleaved each page with the pages in the project file I had, and
packed it away with my stuff, waiting for the Courtesy Bus to take me to Da
Nang Airport.

   I arrived back at Heathrow to find Mike, one of my interns, waiting for
me.  "You got the short straw, eh?" I grinned at him, as we loaded my
cases, and he tried not to nod, didn't quite succeed.  I felt for him; I'd
spent enough time dogs-bodying to not wish it on anyone else, but someone
had to do it, and he got unlucky.

   When we got to the flat, he helped me schlep all my stuff in, then
headed back to the office to let everyone know that the boss was back, no
doubt so they could clear away any incriminating evidence.

   I called out for Nia, and she answered from the bedroom, so I grinned,
taking my clothes off as I stumbled over furniture in my haste to get naked
and go seriously gorilla on her.  I burst open the bedroom door, fully
expecting to see her naked, looking all sultry and needy, lack of Jamie
glowing all over her.  Instead she was fully dressed, her glasses perched
on her nose, laptop in hand.

   "Taking a shower, were you?  Bathroom's that way, Jamie, unless there
was something else...?" Damn, my sister's one sexy piece, and trying to
look all surprised and innocent was just pressing one button after another
with me.

   I gave an inarticulate growl.  3 weeks, 3 fucking weeks.  It was more
than human flesh was meant to take, you try spending 20 days with a
permanent erection, see how much fun that is!

   Nia gaped at me, then slowly gave that grin, the one that usually leads
to us doing sticky things to each other, young Jamie making a spirited
attempt to poke me in the eye.  I grabbed her as I kissed her as long and
as well as I knew how, her hands sliding around my neck as I fumbled with
her bra under her top.  She stepped back a moment to yank her top over her
head and shrug off her bra, and I pulled her close again and slid my hands
down inside the back of her leggings, cupping her lovely pinchable little
bum and edging down her leggings.  She pushed them all the way off and
hooked her panties, but I got there first; I love sliding her panties off,
it always leads somewhere nice!

   I held her and kissed her some more, while squeezing and massaging her
taut little cheeks, my cock sandwiched between us.  Nia loves me to nibble
on her nipples, and so I dipped down, licking and sucking, her breathing
becoming deeper, and her hands found me, one hand cupping and gently
squeezing my scrotum while she slowly pumped and squeezed my cock with the
other.  My hands roamed over her, touching, squeezing, fondling, tactile
memory remembering her all over again as her breasts entranced me, my hand
slowly working its way between her thighs to gently rub and touch , sliding
between her labia to gently part the lips and slowly insert my finger into
her, feeling her soft dampness, her heat against my hand.  We stood and
kissed and explored, gently masturbating each other, her pumping of me firm
and rhythmic but not insistent, and my caressing of her vulva and slick
little clitoris keeping her on the edge, almost tormenting her, but not
cruelly, keeping her on the brink to make her orgasm later all the more
intense, a game we had played before and understood the rules of.

   I drew back from her, urging her down to the bed, rolling myself on and
pulling her with me, Nia on her back, her nipples within reach and too
tempting to refuse, her parted thighs an invitation for me to explore again
her secret places, an invitation I took up eagerly.

   At last, tired of playing, I pulled her on top of me, so I could see her
fabulous eyes, kiss her delectable lips, and hold her springy, firm
buttocks as I pulled her against me.  I wanted to taste her again, and she
saw the need in my eyes, and slowly slid herself up my torso, her legs
curling around my arms, until her moist little pussy was above my mouth. 
As she gently undulated against me, I licked and lapped at her, tasting her
sweet juices, feeling her labia swell even further as her arousal
increased, her eyes closing as she held the headboard of the bed, holding
most of her weight off me.

   She pressed and rubbed her damp and swollen pussy against my face while
I held her buttocks, pushing her against my mouth, my tongue delving and
probing inside her.  I started swirling gently around her clitoris as it
pulsed and thrummed like a little fingertip, and her juices began flooding
my mouth as she rode my face, pushing herself more and more insistently
against me, until, when I licked hard and sucked her clitoris, she came
with a gurgling, heartfelt groan of release, her head thrown back and
throat and neck muscles corded with the intensity of her release, her
secretions pouring down my lips and chin.

   I had to hold her up to stop her slumping down over my mouth and nose,
her muscles seemed to not be functioning, so I carefully slid her back
down, collecting what I could of her delicious juices (finger-lickin' good,
by the way!) before I wiped down my chin and neck with a facecloth we
always kept in the nightstand for just this eventuality...

   I held her close until her heartbeat slowed and her breathing became
more regular, then she opened her eyes and kissed me gently.

   "Welcome home, Polar Bear, is that all you brought me from the fabled
Orient?" she grinned, and I couldn't help but grin, even though I had a
pressing problem that I would have liked attending to!

   "Oh yes!" she said, and her hand came up to stroke me, wrapping around
me and pumping gently, before wriggling around and licking my length,
making me groan.

   "Oh yes, you like that, don't you?" she teased, gently blowing and
breathing on the head of my cock, teasing me, paying me back for keeping
her on the brink for so long.

   Her lips slid over the end, and her tongue swirled and licked, tasting
me as she licked and sucked, the head swelling as she stimulated me.  She
began sucking in earnest, her head bobbing as she sucked, the lowered
pressure making my cockhead more sensitive, and her tongue washing across
the tip of my cock was completely delightful.  As she sucked she pumped,
and finally, she sucked one last time and dragged her tongue across the
slit in the end of my cock.  I could hold back no longer, and blasted jet
after jet of spunk, 3 weeks' worth of pent up need in an orgasmic spraying
of my seed into her hot and willing mouth.  Nia gulped and swallowed as
best she could, the sheer volume of ejaculate threatening to choke her as
long spurts of semen continued to boil out of me.

   At last, I had no more, the flow of spunk diminishing to a trickle.  Nia
cleaned the last traces of sperm from my cockhead, and popped me out of her
mouth, giving Jamie junior a reassuring pat before scooting up to lie next
to me, her grin in evidence again.

   "I should send you away more often, if you're gonna go a gusher like
that when you get back!" she smiled, and I could only agree.  3 weeks
surrounded by girls who looked amazingly like her, it was almost too much
to bear, a priapic nightmare.  I had deliberately not done anything about
it, because I wanted her to get the benefit; apparently she had!

   Nia slid up the bed next to me and kissed me, grinning as she drummed
her fingers on my chest.

   "So what else did you bring me, Jamie, or is that it?  she teased, eyes
dancing as she rubbed and stroked my chest, feeling my heartbeat slow back
to something like normal.

   "I have some information for you, princess, the detailed confession of a
Police Commander who's apparently been involved in the child-trafficking
racket for decades; you should read this, his name is Minh Thuyet."

   Nia's ears pricked up.  "Thuyet?  Isn't he the one...?" She asked, face
no longer amused and playful, now only alert and attentive.

   "The very same," I agreed, "and apparently he's been a very busy man for
years.  You need to read this, I can't, my Tieng Viet isn't good enough,
but I've been told it makes for very interesting reading!"

   I got up and went to find my note-case, and Nia helped me re-collate the
pages as I took them from between the leaves of the project documentation
where I'd hidden them from prying eyes.

   Nia started reading the densely typed pages, concentration totally
focused, eyes scanning the pages like twin lasers, as she read through the
detailed confession of the man who'd murdered her uncle and stolen her
sister.

   I was suddenly invisible.  When I got up to have a shower, Nia didn't
even waver, not noticing as I left, sitting cross-legged on the bed
reading, a vertical line between her eyebrows as she read.  I knew that
line of old, it was her one external sign of deep anger; she was furious.

   When I came back into the bedroom, towelling-off my hair, she was
sitting at her laptop, still naked, the confession propped up as she made
notations on a spreadsheet she was creating.  I peered over her shoulder
and saw she was creating a timeline, referencing each case that Thuyet had
been questioned about against district, approximate date, name, physical
description and sex of the child, age of the child when the disappearance
was reported, and name of recipient or place where the child was delivered,
plus the amount he was paid for each child.  That line was still there, so
I left her undisturbed; I'd been on the end of a broadside before when that
line had been there, I had no wish to set that off tonight, not when she
was graduating tomorrow.  Besides, I had a couple of things to do while she
was distracted, so I did them without any inconvenient questions from her.

   After nearly three hours, I heard her sigh and yawn as she stretched,
putting her glasses down on her keyboard.  She had tears in her eyes, but
whether from yawning, or for any other reason, I couldn't tell.

   "Oh Jamie, this is like wading through a cess-pit, I feel so dirty, hug
me and make me feel clean again, please, Polar Bear!" she asked me, and of
course I did.  She looked terrible, sad, and haggard, dull-eyed and
exhausted, as though she'd spent a day of hard labour instead of reading
40-something typed pages.

   "Jamie, did you ever read something that made you feel like you needed
to take off your skin and wash it on the inside as well?" she asked me, her
voice quavering, and knowing how near to tears she was I hugged her as
close as I could, stroking her hair and back, calming her down, soothing
her.

   "You need to stop now, princess," I told her, "this stuff can wait,
don't try and wade through it all tonight, you have to pace yourself. 
Little bites, princess, little bites."

   "I know, Jamie, but after so little to go on, this is a goldmine, but it
still makes me retch with disgust, that a man could do that...!" She was
near tears again, and I could only hold her as she echoed and resonated
with all that she had learned, her heart breaking for all those children
that man had taken, all those families he'd shattered for his thirty pieces
of silver.

   As I held her I rocked her, as though she were still the little girl
who'd cry on my lap because she wanted something, or had lost something, or
sometimes just had the blues,

   I could feel her tenseness slowly dissipating, her breathing becoming
stronger, slower, less angry, her jaw muscles against my cheek loosening as
she unclenched her teeth and relaxed.

   Finally, she looked up and looked into my eyes, her eyes clear and calm
again, her face relaxed and peaceful.  "OK Jamie, I'm good now, thank you,
baby!"

   I grinned with relief.  "if you're ready, Nia, you should have a shower,
we're supposed to be having dinner with the parents in..." I looked at my
watch, "just over an hour, so you better get a move on, princess!"

   Her eyes widened.  "Shit, Jamie, why didn't you...!" she said as she
jumped up and darted around, rummaging in the linen closet for a bath
towel, muttering at me "You could have said something, Jamie, I mean, you
knew what time we're..."

   I held up a hand.  "Less talk, more shower, now!"

   She darted past me, clouting me on the back of the head with the
rolled-up towel as she ran into the bathroom.  I was starting to feel tired
now, even though I'd slept for nearly the whole 12-hour flight from Hong
Kong to Heathrow, but it was edging up to 6pm, and my body clock was
telling me it was 2am, and I had the nasty suspicion I'd be passing out
with my face in my plate.  Knowing dad, he'd probably just decorate the top
of my head with whipped cream and take pictures for the fridge; after all,
I know what he's like, it wouldn't be the first time I've starred in one of
his little pranks...

   Nia came bursting in and jolted me awake, muttering and fuming, still
mad at me for not disturbing her sooner.  I manfully held my peace, as I am
allowed to be in the right approximately Zero percent of the time, and
pointing out to her that she's actually in the wrong is both futile and
extremely hazardous to my hearing.

   Nia eventually settled on what she was going to wear, which baffled me;
we were going to have dinner at mum's, not sip tea with the Queen, she
could have worn sack-cloth and ashes and no-one would have batted an
eyelid. I was wearing what I always wore at home, and I classed the
parents' as home as well as here; jeans and a sweatshirt.  As I watched Nia
dress, I was reminded of the old colonial cliché, keeping up standards
abroad in front of the natives etc, dressing for dinner, everyone dressed
in black ties and dinner suits and sipping sherry by 7pm, dinner at 7:30m
sharp.

   "What are you grinning at, Polar Boy?" snapped Nia, still miffed that
she hadn't had 4 hours to dress herself in exactly what she was wearing
now, to go to dinner round the corner, at our parents place.

   "Nothing princess, if you've finished, shall we make a move?  Mum's
expecting us in 15 minutes, so di di mao, Nia!"

   Nia grinned at me using Vietnamese slang at her, almost my entire
vocabulary in one sentence.

   "You're a bloody disgrace, Jamie!" she grinned, "if mum heard you using
language like that she'd slap you one!  All those years trying to get some
Viet into your thick head, and that's all you can say, I'm ashamed of you!"

   Well, at least she'd recovered enough to banter with me, that was a good
sign.

   Mum was all over me.  I'd only been gone 3 weeks, you'd think I been
gone three years the way she fussed over me, Nia looking at me from behind
her with one slightly raised eyebrow as if to say 'Lap it up, boy, don't
expect this when we get home!'

   "So happy little boy come home safe!  Vietnam still not safe place,
maybe in holiday resorts in Nha Trang or Halong Bay or Hue, but tourists
protected there, everywhere else you just wealthy foreigner, people want to
take you money any way they can, you get hurt, they not care!"

   I protested that I wasn't wealthy.

   Her answer was succinct.  "They not know that, it enough that you look
like you have dollars on you.  Promise me you not go again, little boy!"

   As I'd already been warned away, it was an easy promise to give, and the
evening warmed-up again in no time at all.

   Mum really is an excellent cook, a talent Nia had inherited, but there
was something about mum's cooking that kept us coming back.  Many evenings
I'd come home to find the flat empty, and I'd stroll around the corner and
find Nia and mum chatting in the kitchen, usually cooking something
together.

   I'd brought gifts for mum and dad, a Peridot and Burmese ruby brooch for
mum from Ho Chi Minh City, and a pair of ruby-inset silver cuff-links for
dad from Hong Kong, both received graciously and with a thank-you kiss from
mum.

   Dinner was the usual, dad keeping us in stitches with his off the cuff
remarks and stories about the antics of his team at work, his sense of
humour coming to the fore as he gave me a run-down of the news in the three
weeks I'd been away.  He'd accepted that Nia and I were a couple, had no
issues (or none that he ever raised with us) with us living together, had
even helped us find the flat.  Mum had put her foot down and insisted we
live locally, which wasn't as awkward as you might think; this is South
London, move two streets away from where you were born and you become a
complete stranger, entirely anonymous, so it was easy for Nia and I to be
just another couple of young professionals in a sea of them.  It was also
for that very reason that if I was away for more than one night, Nia stayed
back at the parent's.

   Sometime around 9pm I must have flaked out, the last thing I remember
was sitting on the couch and chatting with dad about the global economy and
the oil business in general, and the clock finally caught up with me.  For
me, it was 5am, Hanoi time, and the conversation became surreal, then just
silly as I slipped further and further into sleep.

   I woke at 4 am, according to my watch, slightly disoriented, and covered
in a throw, my back killing me from being slumped on the couch for so long.
As it was still dark, I thought I'd find our room, sneak into bed, and
stretch out for a few more hours; today was Nia's graduation, and we had to
be at The LSE Old Building at 11 am to collect her robe, mortar-board cap
and ecclesiastical purple tabard with the gold border, then walk her to the
Peacock Theatre for the actual Graduation ceremony, then photographs etc,
so I wanted to be fresh and alert.

   I'd ditched my own Graduation ceremony, technically speaking I'd
graduated as soon as I received my transcript showing I'd passed all course
modules, so I'd collected my degree from the Course Director's secretary
and blown out of town to come home.  I was anxious that Nia have a perfect
day, she'd worked hard and long hours, working toward her Law degree with
an Anthropology Honour, so she deserved to have her day.  I'd managed a
good Second Class degree, but she'd earned an Honours Degree, so a little
bit of pomp was due.

   I gently opened the door on the top-floor bedroom and eased it open,
sure enough, there was Nia, just visible in the faint light from the
pre-dawn sky, fast asleep with her arm thrown across the pillow next to
her, her customary sleeping pose.  Many was the night I'd woken and removed
that arm from my face or the back of my head, or been woken when it conked
me one as she turned in her sleep and dropped it on me.  She was wearing a
T-shirt and panties, and I stood and enjoyed the view for a few seconds
before quietly stripping off, no thoughts other than to get a couple more
hours sleep.

   I moved her arm gently, sliding into bed slowly so as not to disturb
her, pulling the covers back up, and sliding my arm around her waist.

   "Mmm, hello Jamie" she sighed.

   "Sshhh, go back to sleep." I murmured back to her, rubbing her tummy
lightly, something that always sent her back to sleep, and she turned on
her side and spooned me, wriggling herself up against me and sliding her
arm onto my hip, her hand gently patting me.

   I tried to get back to sleep, but damn, my body clock was still ticking
on Hanoi time, and it was telling me it was nearly midday; added to that
was Jamie jr, who'd woken up and was nudging Nia in her delectable,
panty-clad rump, so conveniently pressed right into my lap.

   I tried ignoring it; she had a big day coming up, and she needed her
rest, but then, to add to my discomfort, she began rolling her hips,
rubbing her buttocks against me, pushing herself back against me.

   "Are you awake?" I whispered, and heard her intake of breath.

   "Uh, Yeah, Jamie!" she whispered back, squirming round to face me. 
"I've been waiting for you to come to bed for hours now, hold me, Polar
Bear!"

   I slid my arm under her, and pulled her to me by her tight little
buttocks, kissing her soundly.

   "You need to rest, baby, you've got a busy day ahead, you don't want to
fall asleep in the middle of it!" I whispered.

   "I can rest later!" she whispered back," right now I want to do this!"
and she grabbed hold of me and pumped hard, twice.

   I needed no further encouragement, sliding down her panties while she
tugged off her T-shirt.  I slid my shorts down and Nia immediately took
hold of me, sliding her hand up and down gently as she cupped my testicles.

   "Oh yes, someone's in the mood all right!" she giggled, and gasped as I
slid a finger into her moist little pussy, turning into a sigh as I rubbed
and slipped my finger in and out of her.

   "Oh yes, Polar Bear, just like that!" she breathed, her grip on me
becoming firmer as she pumped me harder, her lips more insistent as we
kissed, our tongues fencing and darting against each other.

   Nia rolled onto her back and her legs parted, allowing me to dip down
and nibble and lick her lovely firm nipples, savouring the feel of their
rubbery hardness against my teeth as I drew them out.

   Her breathing quickened, and she pulled my head up to kiss me.

   "Now Jamie, please...!"

   I positioned myself between her thighs and leaned over her, slowly
sliding my cock into her sopping pussy, feeling her open up to accommodate
me, her grunt of pleasure as I filled her with myself.  She wrapped her
hands around my neck and pulled me down to her, kissing me as I began
pumping into her in a regular rhythm, her hips rising up to meet me as she
ground her pussy against me.

   We pumped and ground at each other, in perfect opposition, as I pumped
down, she rose up to meet me, our movements speeding up, gaining urgency as
we approached our mutual climax, my whole world centered around pleasuring
this beautiful girl who loved me, and I loved above all else, my sexy,
sassy, exotic sister.

   When her orgasm hit her, Nia cried out loud, her hands gripping my
shoulders like talons and her head thrown back to show her neck muscles and
tendons in sharp relief as her pussy massaged my cock, the ripples as she
clenched and unclenched in time to the waves crashing through her milking
me.  I couldn't hold back any longer and jetted my sperm deep inside her,
long, fast spurts blasting out of me, one after the other, until I had no
more, and my cock dry-heaved as my climax slowly eased and finally faded.

   The ripples and sucking sensation gradually died away, and her hips
dropped back down to the bed, to pull me to her and kiss me hard and with
serious intent.

   "I love you, Nguye't Morrison, did I ever tell you?" I asked her,
nuzzling her and finally grazing on her lips.

   "I love you too, Polar Bear, don't ever forget that!" she grinned as she
broke our kiss, and I realised I could see her much more clearly now.  Dawn
would be breaking soon, and we both needed to get some more rest before
Nia's big day started in earnest.

   We came down for breakfast at 8:30, mum already in the kitchen grilling
bacon and sausages, making toast and scrambling eggs, how one tiny woman
did all those at the same time was beyond me, but she'd long perfected the
art of making the difficult look easy, and the impossible merely slightly
difficult.  Mum sat with us while the coffee was brewing, and smiled
knowingly at us, Nia, and probably me as well, going scarlet as she
realised mum had heard us in the early morning.

   Mum handed me the butter and said "Naughty little boy!" grinning all the
time.

   Nia piped up.  "Mum, about this morning, I...!" and mum just shushed
her, smiling broadly.

   "It alright, you live together, you supposed to do this things. 
Besides, it give daddy ideas...!" she smiled archly.

   I choked on my coffee.  No, no, no, no!  Too much information!  Oh Dear
God, please rewind so I didn't just hear that...

   Nia looked stunned, her face paling as she took in what mum had just
said, then she started to blush again, and my ears were boiling hot as I
reddened again.

   Mum looked at us with that half-smile on her face, one eyebrow raised,
then turned away and went back to making toast, humming under her breath.

   Dad came in then, trailed his hand over the back of my head and walked
over to mum and hugged her, kissed the top of her head and sat down at the
table, that knowing grin pasted on his face as well.  I braced myself for
one of his not-questions, or some thinly-veiled innuendo, but he just
buttered some toast as he grinned at the two of us.  This was getting too
weird, so I excused myself, took my plate and went through to the lounge,
anywhere to escape the thought of the two of them awake, listening,
grinning, getting...Eeuwww!

   Nia came found me.  "OK , that was more than slightly weird, and huge
creepy, never again are we going to do anything like that again in this
house!  They might as well have been standing there with their ears pressed
to the walls!"

   She suddenly giggled.  "You should have seen your face, you looked like
you'd just bitten into a slug!"

   She got up and went to shut the door.

   "Jamie, I found out some more about Hu'e, got a description of her from
mum, and it wasn't easy, believe me.  Anyway, I saw something about a child
who matches that description in ...!"

   I cut her short.  "Not today, Nia, this can wait, it has to.  If you go
digging through that stuff again this morning you won't want to leave it to
go and graduate!  First things first!"

   She looked rebellious, but calmed down as she thought about what I'd
said.

   "OK Jamie, then you help me remember, OK?  Mum said she had a birthmark
on the left side of her neck, just like her.  One of the children Thuyet
abducted in 1983 from Hoa Hiep, in the Lien Chieu district in Da Nang,
where mum lived, was described with the same thing; he said it was a girl,
end of 1983, 'sinh dánh dau vào ph'a bên trái cua co cua cô; birth mark on
the left side of her neck'!  Jamie, that was Hu'e, and we know where she
was taken!  I listed all the purchasers' names he'd given, and I remember
that one because it seemed the most likely match for her.  We know where
she went!"

   I had to calm her down, now she was becoming agitated, so I compromised.

   "OK Nia, this is what you do.  When we get back to the flat, I want you
to highlight and annotate that child on your spreadsheet and email it to
me. I know, from what I've learned, the babies stolen from Vietnam,
Cambodia and Laos go through Luang Prabang in Laos to the Snake-Head
people-trafficking gangs in Chiang Rai in Thailand, and from there to
Chiang Mai, and are sold and sent out into the world from there, so the
best chance of tracking her is a guy I sort of know in the Thai Border
Protection Force on the Laos/Thai border.  I'll email your spreadsheet and
ask him nicely to have a dig-around, find out which of the snake-head gangs
was operating in the area in 1983.  If he can find that out, I'll take a
trip, and no, you can't come; a girl like you is worth a great deal more
than any baby out there, you won't be safe for an instant, so you stay
here. Deal?"

   She nodded, pleased to actually have a plan, and with that, we decided
to head home, we needed to get changed and get Nia to the LSE Old Building
to get her cap and gown and photograph.  Mum and dad would be at the
Peacock for 12:30, so we'd see them then.

   The ceremony was all it promised to be; almost 150 Law graduates and
their families, speeches from the Senior faculty, and the Commencement
Speech given by the Course Director in his red Rector's robe and soft black
hat, then all the graduates were called on stage to be congratulated and
shake hands with the Dean of the School.

   Eventually Nia was called, mum weeping and even dad looking a little
teary as she was called.

   "Nguye't Laura Morrison!" and Nia walked across the stage beaming, to
shake hands with the Course Director and Dean of the School, everyone
applauding as she joined the ranks of graduated students on the left side
of the auditorium.

   When the ceremony was over, we took photographs outside, then returned
to the old Building for a wine and canapés buffet laid on for the new
graduates, and after we'd toasted Nia, and I'd gotten a big and very
heartfelt kiss from her, dad not looking pained, for a change, he nodded at
me and tapped his pocket.

   "Nia," I began, "I know how much this means to you, and to celebrate, I
have a little surprise for you" I took the package dad handed me.  "When
we've finished here, we're going to St.Pancras.  We have a Eurostar to
catch, we're going to Paris!"

   Nia was speechless.  I know the bracelet was her graduation gift, but
that was for her; this was for both of us.  We needed to get away,
recharge, just be a young couple for a while.  This whole thing with Hu'e
was eating us up, and I wanted Nia to get some perspective back in her
life, be a 22 year-old girl for a while instead of the vengeful seeker of
justice stance she was increasingly adopting.

   Mum and dad had picked up the flight bag I had packed for us the
previous evening, while Nia was so preoccupied with the papers I had
brought back, stashing it in the car, so we collected it and stopped a
passing black cab, kissing mum and waving off dad as we left to go to
Paris.

   The journey was amazing.  Once we cleared the tunnel, the train flashed
along at nearly 250km and hour, and in just over 2 hours we were standing
on the platform at Gare Du Nord in Paris.  We hailed a taxi and went to the
hotel I'd booked, the Hôtel du Collectionneur Arc de Triomphe on rue de
Courcelles, in the 8th Arrondissement, looking towards the Arc de Triomphe.

   The room was magnificent, Nia quite overwhelmed by the view, looking
directly down the Avenue de Wagram to the Arc de Triomphe on the Champs
Elysees, and the fact that the hotel was convenient for Montmartre, Les
Invalides, the Louvre, the Jardin des Tuileries, and the Luxembourg Palace.

   "So, darling, are you pleased with your gift?" I asked her, grinning,
and watched her eyes soften.

   "Oh Jamie, you already gave me such a lovely gift, you didn't have to do
this as well!" she murmured, "But I'm really glad you did!"

   "Right, Nia," I said, "what do you want to do first?"

   She looked at me for a second.  "What I would really love to do, is find
a cafe and drink coffee on the sidewalk and eat patisserie!"

   I had a quick word with the ma"tre and followed his recommendation,
finding a really nice bistro with sidewalk seating and waiter service, and
we ordered café, brioche, tarte tartin, and pain au chocolat and watched
Paris while we munched our patisserie.  At last, Nia seemed to be relaxing,
that edginess I'd been seeing starting to dissipate, her eyes bright and
interested in something else for a change.

   We lounged for an hour or so, the late afternoon sunshine much warmer
than London for some reason, before deciding to go for a stroll, see the
wide boulevards and avenues of central Paris and the beautiful people as
they strolled, being effortlessly elegant.

   Nia caught more than her fair share of admiring glances; she is a
beautiful young woman, and even in this city of beautiful women, she stood
out, at least in my eyes she did, and apparently to a lot of the passers-by
as well!

   We dined that night at a place called Astor, on rue D'Astorg, also in
the 8th Arrondissement, traditional French cuisine, no arty-arty, Nouvelle
Cuisine-fusion wannabe nonsense.  Nia wanted to talk about the search for
her sister, but I made it clear that we were on break from that whole
world, and for now, for the next few days, we were just on holiday, in
Paris, in the spring.  So we talked about university, her new job, mum and
dad, our lives together.

   I ordered more wine, and brought out my final present for her, a little
plush box.  Nia took it without opening it.

   "What is it, Polar bear?" she whispered.  I opened it for her, and
showed her the contents, a platinum and diamond engagement ring I had
bought for her in Chow Sang Sang's in North Point, Hong Kong.

   "Nia, I have been in love with you forever, and you are all I want,
forever.  Will you marry me?" I asked her, my heart in my mouth as she
looked at me, tears gathering in her eyes.

   At last she smiled, and nodded "Yes, Jamie, I will marry you, just as
soon as I can, I love my Polar bear too, and I want him with me always!" I
breathed a sigh relief, not realising I'd been holding my breath, and slid
the ring onto her finger.  I hadn't noticed, also, that practically every
eye in the place was on us; Parisians have a sixth-sense about these kinds
of things, apparently...

   The Ma"tre d'hôtel had noticed, had seen me take out the ring and ask
her, had seen her nod and smile, because suddenly the sommelier was there
with a bottle of champagne and everyone in the restaurant was clapping, Nia
blushing furiously, breaking into smiling tears when everyone toasted us;
well, they say Paris is the city of romance!

   We left to the sound of congratulations, the Ma"tre pressing a small bag
with red handles into Nia's hand before we left the restaurant, and
receiving a kiss on each cheek as a thank you, and strolled along rue
D'Astorg, chatting, eventually stopping a taxi to take us the short hop
back to the hotel.

   As soon as we closed the door behind us, Nia was in my arms, her lips
pressed to mine, and my hands automatically dropped to hold her peach of a
bum, pulling her in close to me.

   "You once told me you'd marry me one day, as soon as you could work out
how, remember?" she whispered.

   I remembered, and had thought of so many wild and fantastical scenario's
but had still no clue how to do this, except to drag her of to Mexico or
Korea or somewhere like that, where our ID documents would be
incomprehensible to the local priest, shaman, witch-doctor or bone-pointer.

   "Why do you ask, princess?" I asked, and she smiled.

   "Because I know how we're going to do it, Jamie, and it'll be legal,
well, sort of legal!"

   I looked at her, waiting for the big reveal.

   She grinned.  "What we do is, we go to Hong Kong.  The only requirement
to get married there is that you not be legally married anywhere else, I
checked.  I'll change my name, and apply for a passport in my new name;
I'll take mum's maiden name, Thien Lo, but it'll just be a formality,
because when we get married, I get it back again.  Then we come back, and
have it solemnised in church, somewhere out of the way, all those friends
who don't know we're related, and a few special ones like Julie will be
invited, mum gets to put me in a white dress, I get to write my own vows,
dad, well, he'll find a way to live with it, and we go on, married, like we
always wanted!  After a couple of years, I apply for a new passport, in my
married name, my changed name shows up as my previous name on my
application, and voila, change of status on my new passport shows me as
married, with a new surname; Morrison, all nice and legal!"

   I was impressed.  "You really have thought this through, haven't you,
princess?" I smiled.

   "Every damn day for the last three years, Jamie!" she retorted, "You
kind of jumped the gun on me, because I was getting ready to decoy you away
from work for a few days and pop the question myself!"

   I suddenly really wanted, needed to see her, all of her, to feast my
eyes on her tight young body.  My hand found the zipper of her dress all by
itself, and it was a moment's work to slide it down and watch her shrug it
off.  Under it she was wearing brief little panties that hugged the cheeks
of her gorgeous little bottom, but concealed very little, and nothing else.
She was fumbling with my shirt, tugging over my head rather than wait for
me to unbutton it, while I undid my slacks and kicked them off, levering
off my shoes and pulling off my socks, to stand there in my shorts, my cock
already tenting the front.  The thought of actually being able to marry
this beautiful sister of mine was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I wanted her,
now.

   In the three years we had been together now, there had surfaced no hint
that we were anything but mutually compatible in every aspect of our lives,
and every day I rediscovered her, discovered new facets to her, found her
endlessly exciting and desirable; we had set the tone of our future lives
together, and it was all I could ever imagine, and more than I could ever
deserve from life.

   Nia kissed me, one hand rubbing me through the material of my shorts,
and the other on the back of my neck as she pulled me in closer, her lips
soft and gently insistent.  My hands were busy, too, fondling her
delightful derriere, and sliding up her torso to catch and gently squeeze
her small, perfect breasts and rub her sexy nipples, teasing the little
nubs into erect firmness, savouring the feel of the rubbery little peaks
against my fingertips.

   Nia gasped and giggled against me as I tweaked and thumbed her nipples,
pulling herself closer to rub and undulate against me, both her hands
around my neck now to give herself purchase as she masturbated herself
against my hardness.  Her closeness was thrilling and unbearably sexy; She
was my everything, and I wanted to give her everything, wanted to please
her, and for her to need me as much as I needed her.

   My hands slipped down her back again, revelling in the feel of her
smooth warm skin, to slide into her panties and cup her taut buttocks,
rubbing my fingers in the creases where the swell of the buttocks curves to
meet the top of the thighs, sliding into the warm cleft between the cheeks
and pulling them apart to mould and massage the satiny globes of her
bottom.

   Nia gasped and sighed as my fingers brushed across the rear of her slit,
moist warmth already apparent as I gently probed and caressed, then I
hooked the waistband of the wispy garment, pushing it down to her thighs,
and Nia wriggled her hips to send it floating to the floor.  As she stepped
out of her last garment, I slid down my shorts, my excitement plain to see,
Nia took hold of me and began squeezing me as she slid her hand up and
down, her tongue darting inside my mouth as she masturbated me.

   I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the damp heat of her little
pussy, exploring the depth of her arousal as I slid a finger along the
crease between her labia, rubbing gently but insistently, and then sliding
a finger between them, feeling her inner heat and smelling her excitement
as her arousal climbed.  I continued to rub and insert a finger into her,
circling her clitoris before rubbing gently at the little bead as it
emerged from its hiding place and began to swell and become firm against my
probing finger.

   We broke by mutual consent, needing to go further, and made our way to
the bed, where I pulled Nia to me and began kissing her again, ready to
take up where I had left off.  I slid between her thighs, Nia opening them
wide for me, inviting me to take what I wanted, but right now, I wanted to
give.  I dipped down and kissed and then lightly lapped at her rapidly
swelling labia, the hairless lips engorging under my tongue, flushing
darker as blood flowed to the area, increasing her sensitivity as the labia
swelled and flowered open under my tongue.

   She was sighing and gently squirming, thrusting her hips up to meet my
tongue, and I pointed my tongue and probed deeper into her coral pinkness,
feeling and tasting her inner lips, the nymphae surrounding and enclosing
her vagina proper, and then retreated, licking gently at her now completely
un-hooded clitoris, the pale nub firm and slick against my tongue.  As I
touched it with my tongue, a shudder went through her, and she held my head
in both hands, to keep me in place while I lapped her with tiny strokes,
keeping her pleasured as I tasted and enjoyed her secretions, her juices
musky, fresh and tangy, strong, heady and alluring.

   I lapped at her steadily, Nia sighing and murmuring, gasping as I did
something she particularly like, my tongue alternately probing and lapping,
caressing or rasping, taking her to the brink again and again, our old
game, her body language telling me she was nearing the point of no return,
and so I licked her from her little pink rosebud to the apex of her vulva,
before sucking her clitoris gently into my mouth and gently rasping it with
my tongue.

   She stiffened as the first wave of orgasm rolled through her, her eyes
closed and her head thrown back as she rode it out, mouth open and breath
sobbing , and as she rode it I did it again, harder, and she stiffened all
over again, her face a rictus as it took her even harder this time, and
when I pointed my tongue and pushed it suddenly into her tight little anus,
she came like a thunderbolt, her eyes snapping open as she wailed in orgasm
and her back arched, her body trembling and shuddering as wave after wave
of sexual release pulsed and thundered through her as I rimmed her, her
juices flooding out of her with sufficient force to spray across my face
and neck, and her anus constricting with the strength of her orgasm and
forcing my tongue out.

   She slumped back on the bed, her pulse fluttering in her neck as her
orgasm flared and curled through her, limp and unresisting as I took her
ankles and raised them high, pulling her legs straight and leaning over her
to hold her legs wide open, her knees level with her shoulders as I leaned
down and slid my throbbing cock into her in one long slow push, penetrating
her as deep as I could go.

   Her eyes snapped open at this invasion, widening as I leaned down
further, pushing her legs even further up and raising her pelvis off the
bed to begin pumping into her as hard and as fast as I could.  Nia locked
her arms around my neck and used me for leverage as she pumped back at me,
moaning and sighing as she ground herself onto me, her pussy alternately
squeezing and releasing me as she tightened and relaxed the constrictor
muscles inside her soft little pussy, milking me as I hammered into her.

   I couldn't take much of this, the sight of my beautiful sister, her
fabulous eyes fixed on mine as she moved against me, the sensations inside
her body, all combined to bring about my orgasm.  I climaxed with a deep
groan, ears popping as my spunk boiled out of me in long, satisfying ropes,
spurts of semen jetted deep inside her, and as I came, her orgasm broke
against mine, her gasping moan of fulfilment counterpoint to my own as we
came and came together, bodies pumping as we wrung the last scrap of
sensation from each other.

   I released her legs, Nia letting them fall on either side of me as I
backed out of her, curls of orgasm making her clench and gasp as I withdrew
my still hard cock from her, feeling her stomach fluttering as her inner
turmoil slowly stilled as I dropped to the bed next to her, chest heaving
and heart pounding in my ears, fighting for breath as my pounding heartbeat
slowly subsided and my hearing returned to normal.

   Nia rolled over to face me and gently caressed my face, then pulled
herself closer and kissed me, once, tenderly.

   "Jamie, I told you the first time we ever made love that I had always
belonged to you, and that I was waiting for you to claim me.  Now it's my
turn, and I claim you, for always and forever, you will always be mine, my
darling Polar Bear!"

   I was surprised to see tears in her eyes, and held her as I wiped them
away with my thumb, then kissed each eye in turn, then her nose, then stuck
my tongue in her ear, making her giggle.  I had long forgotten that Nia was
my half-sister; now she was only the girl I was in love with, and who was
in love with me, and her solution to our admittedly minor problem, how to
get married, was elegant and well thought-out.  Devious, and definitely
borderline illegal, but I was proud of her ability to think her way along a
problem and find a solution that worked, a talent UNICEF had spotted early,
which was why she'd been drafted-in straight out of university, a most
unusual move on their part, but a tribute to the ability and potential they
saw in her.

   The bag she'd carried back from the restaurant was on the night-stand,
and I reached over and gave it to her.

   "Tu as oublié votre Cadeau, Mademoiselle!" I grinned, trying to impress
her with my schoolboy French.

   Nia grinned at my efforts, and, looking intrigued, peered inside it, and
took out a gold gift-box about 4 inches square and 2 inches high.  Smiling,
she opened it and gasped, her eyes welling up.  Inside, tied with a red
chiffon ribbon, was a delicate heart moulded out of fine chocolate strands,
on a purple plush base, from Jean-Paul Hévin, a Paris chocolatiér.

   "Look, Jamie!" she smiled, "it's a Coeur Dentille, a sweet box, with
chocolate bon-bon's inside!  I've heard of these, but this is the first
I've seen, how beautiful!  And how sweet of them to give it to me!"

   We slept that night the sleep of the happy and fulfilled, no dreams to
disturb us, our minds at peace with the world for the first time in what
seemed like forever.

   We awoke early; Nia had a long day of sightseeing and shopping planned,
and wanted to make an early start.  We spent the morning being all
touristy, going to all the main attractions, Montmartre, the Luxembourg
Palace, home of the Senate, and the Jardins du Luxembourg, that I
remembered from when 'The Three Musketeers' was my favourite book as a boy,
the famous scene where d'Artagnan meets and challenges Athos, Porthos and
Aramis to meet him for a duel one after another in the Luxembourg gardens,
and their duel is interrupted by the Cardinal's men.  I had been to Paris,
or through Paris, several times, but never as a tourist, so I was looking
forward to seeing some of it.

   We went from there on a criss-cross route that Nia had devised to see
all her favourite places in order of importance to her, so we went from
there to Saint-Germain-des-Prés, then L'Academie de Paris, Pont Neuf,
Montparnasse, Place des Vosges, then the Pere Lachaise cemetery to see the
tombs of Abélard and Héloise, Modigliani, the great Jim Morrison, Oscar
Wilde, and Edith Piaf, all heroes of hers for one reason or another.

   We lunched at Café Procope on rue Ancienne Comédie, a place that the
ma"tre had recommended, and watched the tourists; intense groups of
impassive, unsmiling Japanese, haggard and weary but doggedly following
their guidebooks, tired American families following the mother around,
'coffee, please!' written all over their long-suffering faces, huge
chattering Chinese tour groups, and coach loads of Germans, all trying to
see in 4 days what many Parisians haven't seen in a lifetime, and we
watched in awe as the Parisian women, all effortlessly casual in Balenciaga
and Balmain summer dresses and impossibly stylish footwear, sauntered
along, well aware of the impression they were leaving in their wake.

   After lunch, we went to see Notre Dame Cathedral, walking inside in
silence to view the gigantic medieval solar window and the high altar, the
jewelled stained glass reflecting on the flagstones of the Apse.  After an
hour of this, Nia decided that shopping was now her priority, and the best
place for that was the Faubourg Saint-Honoré district, because she wanted
to stroll through the designer stores, pretending to be wealthy enough to
afford any of it, then actually shop for real on Boulevard Haussmann, where
she'd have her pick of grands magasins, department stores.

   As shopping is a closed book to me, a thrill I hope to avoid to the end
of my days, I came along mainly as bag carrier and moral support, I didn't
want anything, nor did I actually need anything, but Nia was developing
Paris Syndrome, so I thought I'd better keep an eye on her...

   We eventually got back to the hotel at 6 pm, dumped the several dozen
(all right, I'm exaggerating -- a little, a very little) bags and cartons
she'd picked up visiting every store on Boulevard Haussmann, and took our
time to shower and dress, then go the restaurant I'd booked, on Avenue De
Wagram, a short walk from the hotel, another traditional French restaurant.


   We spent the evening in the company of Coquilles St.  Jacques, Buckwheat
crépes, Cassoulet, confit de Canard, and tarte au chocolat, with as much
sémillon as we felt we could safely drink.  I enjoyed watching Nia eat,
whether delicately picking apart duck legs cooked in clarified butter or
digging into the rich garlic sausage of the Cassoulet, or watching in
fascination as they cooked the crépes for us at the table, and she
certainly enjoyed the wine!  We were heading back home the next day, I'd
really only brought her here to propose, and I wanted her last evening in
Paris to be memorable.

   The rest of the time I'd asked her to take was so that we could be
together, at home, alone, for a little while.  I'd been gone, on one trip
or another, for most of the last four months, and I hadn't had more than a
couple of days in a row with Nia in weeks, plus I'd not actually had a
vacation of any note since my eighteenth summer, so 6 years of work and
study entitled me to a week or so of lounging around with my girl, and I
intended to make full use of it.

   Back in our room, I undressed, then helped Nia out of her dress with my
usual finesse i.e.  whipping it off over her head so I could ogle her, and
then grabbed her so I could squeeze her boobs as I pressed Jamie jr.  into
her firm, sexy little bum.

   "So Miss, soon to be Mrs.  Morrison, did you enjoy your trip to the City
of Love?" I whispered in her ear, gently pinching and twirling her nipples,
making her giggle and gasp as the tickling and the arousal fought over her.
Nia hooked her panties, pushing them down and wriggling her hips to let
them drop, kicking them away to stand as naked as me.

   "Oh yes, kind sir," she breathed, "I've never been on a dirty weekend
before, you're such a bad man, what will my mother say, you'll have to
marry me now!"

   I could hear the grin in her voice, and held her close to me as I began
licking the back of her neck, nibbling her shoulder, kissing the base of
her throat.  She began rubbing against me, forcing herself against my
erection, her hands holding my sides to hold herself in place as she gently
slid her buttock cleft up and down on my cock, the warm firm globes of her
bum enveloping my hardness and exciting me further.

   Nia spun around in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling
me close and kissing me, before pushing me backwards onto the bed with a
giggle, landing on top of me.  My hands immediately went to her tight
little buttocks, holding her as she kissed me some more, just for good
measure.

   She scrambled off me and slid herself into the middle of the bed,
grinning at me, crooking one finger at me, so of course I followed,
scooting up next to her and once again holding her as I kissed her.  My
hand strayed to her nipples again, gently tweaking and twirling them as we
kissed, Nia squirming gently as she became aroused.  I dipped my head down
to lick and suck at her nipples, grazing them lightly with my teeth and
sucking them into hard little points, my hand now drifting down to dip a
finger into and scratch lightly at her navel, making her gasp, before
moving down further to slip down the moist crease between her labia,
caressing and rubbing gently, stimulating them and feeling them swell and
begin to part.

   Her juices were beginning to flow more freely now, dampening my finger
and allowing me to insert another one alongside, and her breathing became
more ragged as I frigged her more seriously, rubbing my thumb over h er
hooded clitoris as I dipped two fingers in and out, rubbed inside her,
teased and dampened her little rosebud.  Nia was twitching and quivering
now, her face and neck flushing as her arousal climbed, small gasps and
sighs escaping her lips as she squirmed on my fingers.

   I moved down between her parted thighs, licking and kissing her red and
swollen labia, inhaling her scent as I lapped at her, pointing my tongue
and pushing inside her to taste her pink flesh, and lapping at her rapidly
engorging clitoris, the little bead hard and solid against my tongue.  Nia
pulled my head against her, grinding her vulva against my mouth as I lapped
her secretions, licking and nibbling at her succulent pussy and making her
sigh and moan.

   I gently pulled her clitoris between my lips, and sucked firmly on it,
simultaneously rubbing it with the tip of my tongue, and slid my index
finger into her tight, moist little anus.  I felt her orgasm rise up and
slam into her, waves of pleasure making her groan and writhe as she held
herself against my mouth, every tremor and flutter of her pussy magnified
against my lips, and her anus tightening around my finger, holding it
inside her.

   At last she opened her eyes, to smile at me, reaching out to call me
closer.  As I raised up and shuffled forward on my knees, she slid her
knees under her and knelt up, putting a hand on my chest to stop me where I
was, and leaning forward, taking my aching cock in her hand and pumping me
twice, squeezing as she did so, and I reared up, ready for her.

   Nia dropped down onto her belly, raised herself on her elbow, and slowly
licked my cock, one long slow lick, from root to crown, looking at me as
she did so, then, just as slowly, slipped me into her mouth, her lips
softly squeezing the crown as she began licking and sucking me.  One hand
still pumped me, and she fondled and gently squeezed my scrotum with the
other.  I leaned back, resting with my hands on the bed behind me, Nia
rising up on all fours to keep her head in my lap, her mouth working
exquisitely at my glans.

   I could feel that pre-ejaculation tightening in my scrotum, and
apparently so could she, because she raked my perineum with a fingernail,
backing me down immediately, taking the edge off my need to come.

   "Uh-uh, mister, not yet you don't!" she grinned, turning round on the
bed and getting back on all-fours.

   "Well?" she grinned, and I edged forward, her questing hand finding me
and guiding me forward until I was just resting the head of my cock between
her lips.

   "Now, Polar Bear!" she breathed , and I slowly slid forward, pushing
myself into her as far as I could, Nia, sighing as I filled her up.  I took
hold of her beautiful backside, my hands moulding and massaging the globes
of her arse as I slowly pumped into her, with Nia pushing back against me
as I pushed forward.  I straightened up so I could watch myself slide
between those fabulous buttocks, the sight of my cock sliding into her as
those globes quivered a powerful and erotic image, one I would never tire
of seeing.

   I slid my hands under her ribcage, finding and squeezing her perfect
little breasts, her nipples hard as cherry stones as I rubbed and tweaked
and tugged on them.  I speeded-up, I needed to come inside her, to fill her
with my spunk, and she sensed my need, her hand sliding between her legs to
rub and caress herself.

   Her orgasm was as powerful as before, her pussy clamping down on me as
her orgasm surged through her, the constriction enough to make me lose all
control, and my cock swelled as spunk poured out of me in long powerful
jets, splashing deep inside her, jet after jet of sperm as I literally
emptied myself into her, my groan of release merging with her cry as she
climaxed again at the feel of me pulsing inside her.

   I knelt back down as I softened and slipped from her, Nia lying back
down on her front, her cute little rump still raised-up, giving me a
perfect view of my sperm oozing from her gaping vulva, easily the best
sight I had seen in a long and scenic day...

   I lay next to her, and she trailed an arm over me, then pulled herself
close to me, and kissed me, a long and tender French-kiss, appropriately
enough, before smiling sleepily.

   "Now I'm ready to go home, Polar Bear!" she whispered, and closed her
eyes as she pulled my arm around her.

   We checked out early as we had an 8am departure from Gare Du Nord, due
into London for 10:25, and mum was expecting us for lunch at 12 pm.  The
journey was uneventful, once again the Normandy countryside flashing by as
we approached the Channel Tunnel, then the lower-speed traverse of the
tunnel, to emerge in the Kent countryside, and just over an hour later we
were on the high level platform at St.  Pancras.

   We took a taxi home, neither of us felt like using the Underground, and
were home for 11 am.

   Nia started to take of her engagement ring and I stopped her.

   "What are you doing, Princess?" I asked her, curious to know why she
thought she couldn't let the 'rents see it.

   She looked worried, a first for her, it was usually me sweating and
trembling.  "Jamie, I want to lead them into it gently, you know, it's a
big step and..." she trailed off as I shook my head.

   "Nia, we've been living together for three years now, I really doubt
they believe we spend our nights locked in separate bedrooms with a
bear-trap by our beds in case the other gets ideas!  Mum will be over the
moon, and, like you said, dad will have to find a way to live with it; he
has so far.  It'll be fine, believe me."

   I kissed the ring and slid it back on her finger.  "There you are, right
where it belongs!"

   As we were putting our stuff away, I noticed the email icon on my laptop
was flashing, so I opened it and looked through a list of work-related
emails, and one that was not work-related at all.

   "Nia, look at this.  My contact in Thailand has sent me a package, says
it should be here on..." I counted rapidly.  "Saturday or maybe Monday.  He
says he won't discuss it on email, when I get it I'll know why.  He's also
given me the name of a contact in the HKPF, Hong Kong Police, guy called
Tang Tao Lieng, says I should speak with him once I've read the stuff he's
sent me.  I think we're on our way, Princess!"

   Nia read it and looked at me, her lip trembling.

   "Jamie, would you excuse me, please, there's something I have to do!"

   I was puzzled, but complied; when she uses that tone, it's usually
something important to her, so I kissed her and left, made myself a coffee
and picked up Sunday's newspaper to read the funnies when I heard her voice
from the bedroom.  Her phone was on the table, and the 'In Use' light
wasn't illuminated on the house phone, so I went to see who she could be
talking to.

   As I approached the bedroom door I could hear her talking, and smell
incense, so I cracked the door open and saw her kneeling on the floor, her
hands pressed together in front of her in an attitude of prayer, her
fingertips touching her forehead, and an incense stick in a lacquer sand
bowl in front of her.  Nia was chanting softly, but it wasn't Tieng Viet, I
could tell that much, it was some other language, stately and strange,
archaic, one I had never heard her use before.

   She looked up and saw me, a smile on her face, and tears on her cheeks;
she sing-song'd a few more sentences and inverted the incense stick in the
sand, snuffing it out.

   I handed her up, and wiped her eyes and cheeks with my handkerchief,
seeing the unshed tears still in her eyes.  She hugged me, then smiled,
almost her old grin again.

   "Nia, what was that, what did I just see?" I asked her gently, knowing
I'd seen something important, but not what it was.

   She looked at me levelly.

   "I was asking the Mother Goddess to help me find her daughter, my
sister. I was praying to Thien Y A Na, mother of all, and protector of
daughters, and to Hu Ye, the Tiger Guardian Spirit, asking him to protect
and guard my sister until I find her and bring her back.  I gave him your
name, so he can walk where she is.  He must protect her now, but I have to
find her, that was the bargain for your name.  Your email was a sign, and I
was thanking the Goddess for her help so far."

   "Every day, ever since I found out about her, I have invoked the
Guardian's protection, now he has been bound to her until I find her.  Do
not laugh, she needs him, and I need the Goddess's help, and I think she
will want to help me now, now that I am helping myself."

   Her speech was suddenly very formal, almost as if the stately,
ancient-sounding phrases she was speaking earlier had altered her way of
speaking, and I listened, facinated, to the clear and simple way she was
explaining her actions.

   I hugged her close, not dreaming of scoffing.  I have a problem
understanding religion, and as far as I was aware, the last time I was in
church, I got my head wet, but I had learned that a man's wife, his
daughter, and his god are three things you disrespect at your peril.  So I
saw nothing wrong or strange in Nia harking back to the beliefs of her
people; after all, it was a deep-rooted part of her mother's culture, and
she was just as much Vietnamese as English.

   I looked into her beautiful, deep blue eyes and asked her one last
question.

   "Princess, what was that language, those prayers, I've never heard it
before?"

   She smiled at me.  "That was Cham, the old language of Vietnam, it's
like a sort of Latin, I only know the Len-Dong ceremony prayers, and I
don't really know half of what they mean, but it's the traditional prayers
to ask for her help, and to invoke and bargain with Hu Ye, and to give
thanks."

   Mum was excited to see us, again carrying on like we'd been gone for
weeks instead of just a short break, and was overcome with tears when Nia
showed her the ring.  Dad hugged her, actually smiling about it, which I
hadn't expected, then signalled he wanted to talk to me in private.  'Here
goes' I thought, and braced for a broadside, but that's not in his nature,
and he and I sat down to talk.

   He began.  "You know, Jamie, I always knew that this day would come,
that I'd be talking like this to the bloke who asked Nia to marry him; I
always thought it would be some local sprat, or some sharp-suited,
corporate lawyer-type.  It never seriously crossed my mind that it'd be a
buccaneering oil prospector, or that I'd be talking to you!  We fathers
have a really hard time letting go of our daughters, and the very worst
time of all, for a father, is the first time she looks to someone else for
answers before she looks to you; that's when you know you've lost her, that
your little girl is truly gone.  That's all the heartbreak in one big hit."


   "I never had that, because I lost her to you long, long ago; you were
always more important to her than I was.  Yes, I know she always had me
twisted around her little finger, but the only person she ever really
trusted to make it right was you, I was just her back-up plan for when you
weren't around.  Was I jealous?  No, not in the slightest, you adored her
from day one, and she owned you from the cradle, and I was so very proud
that you were so eager and ready to be what she needed throughout her
entire life; there's precious few brothers in this world who'd devote their
lives to their baby sister the way you did, and I always admired you for
that.  You put up with an enormous amount of, well, Nia over the years!"

   He grinned at that, and continued.

   "I'm also happy about the fact that you don't need to learn about each
other, maybe find out in a few years that you made a mistake, that you're
not right for each other, and break each other's hearts when it all goes
wrong; you've both had an entire lifetime together, and you fit perfectly,
like two halves of the same thing, have done since day one, so I have no
worries on that score."

   "I assume you've agreed on a way forward from here; after all,
engagement is only a step, next comes the wedding, and family, and all the
commitments that come as part of that package.  I'm going out on a limb
here and assuming you've found a way to do this and make it work?"

   I grinned and explained Nia's scheme, letting his logical mind chew it
over for me.

   "Very good, Jamie, she obviously got more from me than just good looks
and charm!" he grinned.  "I think it will work really well, and I think
your mother will approve too, so yes, go ahead, not that you actually need
my permission, of course!"

   He chuckled.  "I just hope she never embarks on a career in Bank fraud;
I'm not sure I'd be able to catch her!"

   He looked up to see Nia standing in the doorway, trepidation written on
her face, and beckoned her in, patting the arm of the chair for her to sit
down.  Dad slid his arm round her waist, and took her hand to look at her
ring again.

   "It's a beautiful ring, Nugget, almost as beautiful as you!" He grinned,
the way he always did when he paid a compliment, almost as if he couldn't
quite believe he was hearing what he was saying, and hugged her closer,
while Nia draped her arm around his shoulder as she leaned against him.

   "Dad, daddy, you're not ...angry are you, I mean, I know this isn't what
you wanted and all but...!" Dad stopped her.

   "Nugget, what I want isn't important or relevant.  I know this is what
you want, have known for years, it just took me a long time to accept it.
You and Jamie are going to have enough problems without me adding to them,
plus I still have to live with your mother!

   I want what's best for you, for both of you, and what seems to be the
best thing for both of you is each other.  I see how you complement each
other, each of you has parts that the other needs, and like I said to Jamie
just now, you're both two halves of the same thing; I could never be
churlish enough to come between you and break you apart, I'd never be able
to fix either one of you, and I can't destroy my children's happiness like
that.  You two will do just fine, I really think you will!"

   Nia hugged her father while she cried silently, and I turned away to
give them their moment together, let them snuffle for a while.  As they
didn't need me, I thought I'd go and talk a little with mum, give dad and
Nia some alone time.

   Mum was just as teary, sitting me down so she could hug me round the
neck and cry about the step forward we had taken.

   "Look Mum," I started, to be instantly cried down again, so I had to let
her snuffle herself out before I could get a word in edgewise.

   "Mum, we're not getting married and moving to Timbuktu tomorrow!" I
grinned, "This is just the beginning.  Nia will need time to get used to
her job, she may spend long periods away, so us getting engaged is really a
placeholder, something we can come back to and finish when the time is
right!"

   Mum shook her head.  "You wrong, little boy, Nguye't want get married
soon as she can, she say she waited long enough to get you, she not waiting
much longer, I think you talk to her soon, start making plans for wedding,
she not in mood to start making plans for waiting!"

   I gaped at her, Nia had never intimated she was in any rush, although
maybe the ring had crystallised things for her.

   Mum continued, picking her words carefully.

   "Jamie, you my little boy, my sister give you to me to love you, and be
my son, you the only part I have left of sister Laura, and I not want to
see you or Nguye't be unhappy for anything.  I know sister want to see her
little boy happy too, if you unhappy, she very sad, and I will feel her
tears and know she crying; I will not let her be unhappy where she resting,
it will be a bad thing, she must wait for you in peace, not in sadness."

   "Your mummy not gone, she just not here anymore, and she still talk to
me inside, and I tell her about you, and I feel always that she proud that
you such good boy, so in love with my daughter.  Right now Nguye't want her
Jamie to marry her as soon he can, I agree, it best for you, it best for
her and it best for both of you, it will make you very happy!  If you wait,
it will make you unhappy, and soon all will be unhappy!  Nguye't tell me
her plan, it a good plan, it give you what you want, that is your next
thing to do.  Make my little girl happy, my lovely little boy!"

   Mum sat down next to me, took my hand between hers, and looked into my
eyes.

   "When you very small, daddy and I take you to Beckenham Park, want to
see you run around, play with squirrel, feed birds.  You did not want to
play, not want to do anything except come back when Nguye't old enough to
play with you, you say can only play with her, she only want to play with
you.  Even then you know what she want, so now, you know that what she want
is you, now.  I look at you now, I see little boy then, to me they are
still same boy.  Follow your heart, but listen to hers as well, my little
boy!"

   I hugged her to me, overwhelmed with love for this tiny little lady
who'd made me her son, loved me for all my life, and only wanted me to be
happy.  Her loyalty to my mother was humbling and instructive, she really
was an object lesson in commitment, I could be no less to her daughter, my
half-sister.

   "Jamie, put me down, cannot breathe!" she giggled and choked, and I
realised I was holding her off the floor, holding her in a bear-hug.

   I gently put her down, and she playfully smacked me on my upper arm.

   "You big boy, Jamie, but you make Nguye't cry, I find broom handle and
we see who bigger!" She'd been joke-threatening me with the broom handle
since forever, and we both started laughing.

   "Now go get your father and sister, lunch ready, you will be hungry
after long trip, yes?"

   Something about the look in her eye told me I'd better be hungry.  I
peered inside one of the pots on the cooker, reached in to try and sneak
something, and got a smack on the knuckle with a wooden spoon.

   "Not touch clean food with dirty hands!  You do that again, get ladle on
back of head!  Now go get family, and wash dirty hands!"



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