The best thing about my dad getting married again was that his wife is Chinese and I have a thing about Oriental, or part-Oriental women. Dad's new wife was fucking gorgeous - she'd been a cabin attendant, or whatever the fuck they call them, for Cathay Pacific. She was 50, a year younger than dad and best of all she had a daughter!
Gina was 20-years-old, a year younger than me, and she'd inherited her mum's looks, her stunningly black hair and her tiny little figure. Gina's mum was originally married to an Italian football player who she'd got pissed on champagne during a flight from Hong Kong to Rome, or somewhere equally fucked. So my new stepsister was part Chinese, part Italian. And she was so totally good-looking I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about her.
Anyway, dad - he's a professional golfer on the old men's circuit - married again a year ago. I was glad for him. My mum had fucked him around and taken so much in the messy divorce that the poor old fucker was forced back to the old men's tour to make ends meet. Luckily, he won two tournaments last year so we're back on track, money-wise.
Which suits me just fine, because I'm a professional slacker. I'm going to work as a motor mechanic some day, but right now I just like to lay around the house, drink beer, comb the net for Oriental porn and work out at the local gym to keep fit. Dad doesn't approve, but since he and my stepmother spend so much time on the old fuckers' tour, it means I get to do what I like.
Anyway, a couple of months ago, Gina came home from the fucking useless university where she's studying art history. Shit I was glad to see her! Denver is fucking boring at the best of times, but Denver in midsummer is the pits. Give me the football season any day.
Let me try to describe the little tart for you. When I say little, she's about an inch over five feet and I guess she weighs 85 or 90 pounds dripping wet.
Her hair is glorious. It's jet black, it shines with a sheen that you can almost see your face in. She's got beautiful brown eyes, lovely black eyelashes. She's also got a body. I guess her tits are around 34 inches, her waist - well, I can almost get the fingers on one hand to reach the tips of the others when I grab her around the waist. Her tush is quite prominent, which means it's one of the loveliest I've ever seen. Shapely legs.
But it's her face which is so Grade A fucking fantastic. I don't know about you, but the first thing I look for in a woman, before her tits and ass, before her legs, is her face. I guess you could say I'm a sucker for a pretty face. She's got one of those baby doll Asiatic type of faces, but she's not too Asiatic 'cos of her father, I guess.
Well, dad was off playing in some heated hell hole like Tennessee, or Arkansas, or god-knows-where, and stepmum was with him. Which meant that I was with Gina!
The day she arrived, I had been out with some of my motor car nut mates, drinking too much piss, so I checked to see she'd arrived OK, then told her we'd catch up the next day.
The next morning, despite the fact I'd had too much fucking beer the night before, I got up at a reasonable hour because I was really keen to set eyes on Gina again. I was disappointed. I'd made breakfast - flapjacks washed down with lashings of hot coffee - and she didn't show.
After breakfast I walked into the lounge, sprawled in a chair and read a magazine, one of those so-called "men's magazines", which show lots of tits and ass but no nipples or minges. Fuck knows why I waste my money on 'em.
Anyway, there I am, dressed only in shorts and a T-shirt trying to wonder what some Limey model bird named Nell McAndrew would be like in the sack, when Gina walked in. And fuck, did she grab my attention!
She was wearing a bikini in what they call metallic lycra, which meant it shone and gleamed like the chrome on a 1950s Caddy. The bikini was a sort of blue colour, and the bra was barely there around her breasts - the sides of her globes were there to be seen between the thin strips covering her nipples. The bikini bottom wasn't really a bikini. It was a strip covering her mons and her pussy and the back was just a string, revealing her glorious little ass. She was also wearing high heels, which just drives me wild. A woman in a bikini and in high heels sends signals to my cock! Fuck she looked great.
Anyway, this fucking vision walked over, bent down and kissed me on the mouth - on the fucking mouth!
"Hi Brad," she said in her perfect American accent. "Looking at one of your men's magazines, I see," she said. "Gimme a look."
And she held out a lovely little hand, but I pushed her away. "It's a men's thing, you wouldn't understand, sis," I told her, but in a jokey, friendly sort of way. "And anyway, shouldn't you put some clothes on?"
She laughed and did a pirouette, displaying her smashing figure. "I got it last week and I thought I'd model if for you since it's so fucking hot today. Like it?"
"What there is of it is fucking sensational," I said. And then she jumped me! The little vixen plunked herself right down on my lap and grabbed the mag from me. I didn't protest too much, I fancied her like mad.
Making herself comfortable on me, Gina flicked through the pages. "I see what you mean about 'a man's thing'," she said. "Fast cars, fast motor bikes, sexy watches - ooh, and look at the tits on that!"
She had the page open at the Nell McAndrew spread.
"Fuck, I wish I had tits like that," said Gina.
"You've got great tits," I protested, "better than hers. And probably just as big, it's the way she's been photographed."
"Do you reckon they're real?" she asked, inspecting more pages of the little Limey blonde.
"Hard to say, probably not," I said.
"It wouldn't be hard to say if you sucked 'em," said Gina. "Would you like to suck them?"
"Er, yes, I guess I would," I replied.
Then Gina slammed the mag shut, threw it casually on the floor and looked me straight in the eye. "OK, Brad," she said, with a smile, "where's your porn collection, I want to look at it."
I stammered: "My porn collection?"
Gina laughed. "Yes, your porn collection, brother dear. You know - filthy pictures. You're 21-years-old and every man aged from about 16 on has a porn collection. And I want to see it. Come on, it's got to be up in your bedroom, let's go."
And with that the scantily-clad madam held out a hand, took mine and dragged me upstairs. Not that I was protesting too much, she looked sensational and I was seriously excited.
In my bedroom, I pulled my large envelope containing some 200 pictures I'd downloaded from the internet and stood beside my bed.
Gina looked around the room and sniffed: "Fuck, this room looks like a tornado's hit it. Let's go to my room."
And she led the way, her bare, pert little buttocks jouncing in a horn-inducing way as she preceded me.
In her room she removed two big books from her sheets - one about the influence of some chap called J M W Turner, the other about the legacy of Vince Van Gogh, or something like that. No, I'd never heard of 'em either.
Gina climbed onto the middle of the large bed, grabbed the envelope from my hands and put it by her side. "Now Brad," she said, eyeing me sternly, "you're way over-dressed. Get that T-shirt and shorts off."
I protested, but she snapped: "Don't be such a spoilsport. I'm almost naked and I want to see your body - I know you work out a lot. Come on, don't be a party pooper."
I pulled off my T-shirt revealing my tanned and tone upper torso.
"Very nice, very nice indeed," said my stepsister, in an evil little tone. "Come on, and the shorts."
"I can't," I cried, "I'm sorry, not the shorts."
"Why the fuck not," said Gina, placing the envelope on her lap and preparing to inspect its contents.
"Because I'm only wearing a thong, that's why the fuck not," I almost shouted.
