by Mary Jaine
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 maître 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 Maître 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 Maître 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 grinn
ed, 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.