Sex Stories

by Mary Jaine

"Jamie, did you...!" she began, and I nodded, as stunned as she.

  "How did he know, Jamie, how did he know?" she asked me, and I could only shake my head.

  "I don't know, princess, I really don't, but I'm glad he does!"

  I opened my message box and read off the contact Lieng had sent me.

  "Nia look at this, it's the man in Singapore, Kalbahadur Limbu, he's a Police Inspector."

  I called the number, and was rewarded with an immediate response.

  "Hello, I would like to speak To Inspector Limbu, please, I'm calling from England!" I said.

  "You're speaking to him," he replied, "How may I help you?"

  I switched the phone to loudspeaker and took a deep breath. "Inspector, My name is James Morrison, I was told to speak with you by Tang Tao Lieng in Hong Kong, I am trying to track a child that was stolen in Vietnam, from the Da Nang area and sold in December 1983 or January 1984; I have a description of her..."

  The inspector interrupted me.

  "I'm sorry, Mr. Morrison, but I have a great deal of information, about a great many individuals, children or otherwise. I know the case you are talking about, Lieng was quite thorough in the materials he sent me, but I will need some time to cross reference what you have with the material Lieutenant Lieng has sent me. Do you have anything other than the information from Lieng, something that can be used to identify the child?"

  Nia sat bolt upright.

  "Jamie, the stuff you brought from Da Nang, my spreadsheet! Tell him yes, get an email address, we can get this to him right away!"

  I passed this on, and the inspector gave me his email, and hung up after promising me we would speak again soon.

  Nia was in a state of high excitement now, pacing and muttering as soon as she'd emailed her spreadsheet to the Inspector.

  "Jamie, I can feel it, we're getting somewhere at last, oh please, let him have the stuff we need, I can't take this anymore!"

  I hugged her to me, trying to calm her down, she was almost babbling now, talking about booking flights to Singapore in the morning, wild stuff like that. I managed to convince her to wait, to let Limbu do his search through his files, then, if anything turned up, we'd start making travel plans.

  At last I persuaded her to go back to bed, it was almost 2 am now, and I was feeling the effects as well. As far as I was concerned, we'd done everything we could from this end, now it was time to wait, and hope that the people in Singapore could come up with a lead.

  I have to admit, though, I was enjoying the paper chase; we were slowly solving a 28 year-old puzzle, and we'd been bounced around the world with it, but the journey had been nothing if not fascinating! I was feeling like Holmes and Watson, when Holmes would start a case with 'Watson, the game's afoot'! It finally felt as if the game was definitely now; at last the people who could most likely help us were on-board; perhaps we were finally going somewhere. So far, the search through Asia, shadowy criminal conspiracies, hip-shooting coppers and western-marshal types in the wild places of the world, underground railways transporting drugs, slaves, stolen babies, it all sounded like a bad pastiche of a Bond novel, only we weren't writing the script here.

  As I climbed into bed, Nia pulled herself close to me, cuddling down tight against me, her eyes bright in the dim light from corridor light, and I could see the unshed tears.

  "Polar bear, how close do you think we are? Really?" she asked me, and I realised now was not the time to fob her off.

  "Baby Girl, I really can't guess; everything we've done so far has led us here, now someone else has to pick it up, and I'm not going to second guess him, not now. Leave it alone, princess, give it time for something to turn up; you heard the man, he has a lot of information, let his people sort through what they can, maybe we'll hear something soon."

  That seemed to satisfy her, and she relaxed against me, and within minutes, her deep breathing told me she'd dropped off at last.

  +++

  I woke in the early hours with Nia's tongue in my ear. When she pulled me off the ceiling and stopped laughing at my expression, she cuddled up close and slid her hands inside my shorts.

  "So Jamie, is junior ready for another workout? Well goodness me, I do believe he is!" she smirked, holding my rapidly erecting penis as I returned the favour and pinched her beauteous little bum gently, making her laugh and quiver delightfully.

  Nia kissed me happily as I pulled her closer by the simple expedient of grabbing her bum and yanking her up against me, where she immediately began rubbing herself against my almost painfully erect cock. I slipped my hands inside her panties, enjoying the silky warmth of her taut cheeks as she rubbed herself more seriously against me.

  I wanted to see more of her, so I began pulling her t-shirt off over her head, while she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts, pushing them down and allowing my cock to spring free into her warm hands, where she cupped and squeezed my balls gently and slowly pumped my cock.

  My gorgeous sister is too beautiful to resist for more than a few seconds, as if I ever would, and I slipped my hand between her thighs, feeling her wetness as I slid a finger between her swelling labia, and slowly rubbed her slick little pussy, making her gasp and wriggle delightfully. As I slid my finger into her, her nectar flowed and covered my hand, lubricating my fingers as I slid a second finger into her, slowly pumping her pussy, opening her lips further and making her gasp and sigh as I frigged her pussy. All the while, Nia kept up the pumping, squeezing motion on my cock, masturbating me as I masturbated her. I watched the flush bloom on her cheeks and spread down her neck as her arousal climbed, her grin slowly transmuting into a soft smile as we pleasured each other, my cock aching for release, the need to fuck my beautiful Eurasian sister becoming almost unbearable.

  At last, she let go of me, pushing me onto my back as she straddled me, rising up as she pulled my cock into position before slowly sliding herself down onto me with a hiss of satisfaction, her warm pussy clasping me tightly as she began to rise and fall. My hands slid around her waist and up to her delicate little breasts, seeking out her sexy nipples to gently tug , squeeze and roll them between thumb and forefinger, making her gasp and grind herself harder against me.

  As I played with and teased her nipples, her hands covered mine, pressing my hands against her breasts, forcing my hands to maul her nipples as she gasped and pumped above me, working herself up, until, with a loud gasping groan, she came, her juices flooding out of her as she orgasmed, the ripples as she clamped and released me almost too much to bear as her pussy squeezed and sucked at me.

  Finally, she slumped down, her heart hammering against mine as her exertions caught up with her, her breathing fast and shallow. When her breathing had slowed, and the pulse in her neck had stopped fluttering quite so visibly, she leaned up and grinned at me.

  "Thank you, Polar Bear, and now for something completely different! You ready, big boy?"

  For answer I flexed my cock, and her eyes danced as she grinned wickedly. She slid off me, gasping as my cock 'popped' out of her, and reached into the bedside night stand, to take out a tube of some sort.

  "What's that, Princess?" I asked, and she grinned again.

  "KY jelly, we're going to need it for what I've got in mind!"

  With that, she squeezed a large glob onto her finger and immediately spread it over the head of my cock, the cold gel making my cock jump. She pumped me a few times, making sure I wasn't losing interest, then lay back and pulled her legs up until her little anus was peeping at me.

  "Lubricate me, Jamie, and be generous, this is going to take some doing!" she smiled, and I did the same she'd done for me, squeezing a large blob of gel onto my fingertip, and then I looked at her.

  "Do it Jamie, I want this too!" she grinned, and so I spread the gel all round and into her little hole, feeling the tightness compared to when I fingered her pussy. I squeezed more in there, I figured more was better than too little, and tossed the tube of gel onto the bed. By now my cock was steel-har
d in anticipation, I had seen this in porn videos and heard about it, of course, but this was a new thing for us, so I wanted to go slow and get it right, not hurt her.

  I knelt between her wide-spread thighs, and pushed her legs up again, lifting her pelvis until her sexy little bumhole was pointed straight at me, and I pushed myself up to the entrance to rest the tip of my cock up against her hole.

  Nia looked me into the eyes, a wicked little smile on her face.

  "Do it Jamie, stick it in me, shove your cock in my arse, you know you want to!" she breathed at me, and she was right, I really wanted this, so I leaned up and began slowly pushing. Nia began breathing in short, huffing gasps as I pushed forward, trying not to think of the tightness surrounding my cockhead as I tried to slide it in past her anal ring.

  Suddenly my head popped in, her ring snapping tight around the shaft of my cock, and Nia gave a loud groan as her eyes squeezed shut. The tightness and constriction on my cock was delightful, the feeling as I slowly slid forward utterly indescribable as her anal tube pulsed and squeezed around me as I sank deeper into her.

  "Slowly Polar Bear, give me time to ...aaahhh, yesss...slower, please baby...!" she muttered as I slowly slid in until I was all the way in, my entire length sheathed in her glove-tight anus. I stopped, to give her time to get used to my cock shoved all the way up inside her arse, the feeling of her anal tube pulsating gently around me new and very exciting.

  Eventually she opened her eyes and smiled naughtily at me.

  "Well, what are you waiting for, a written invitation? Fuck me, Jamie!" she giggled, and I took her at her word. As I slid back out of her, her breathing notched up until she was gasping as I slid nearly all the way out of her, and when I slid back in, she almost went crazy.

  "Ooooh Yesss!!...Oh My God, Yesss Jamie, yesss, fucking Christ, yesss, harder, Jamie, fucking HARDER!"

  With that, I pumped and pummelled, ramming my cock into her arse as hard as I could, Nia moaning and pushing back against me, her anus rippling and pulsing around me as she orgasmed almost continually. I was having difficulty in not coming myself; the sensations I was getting from fucking Nia's arse was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and it was the most exciting sexual act I had ever committed, all of these things playing in my mind as I humped and pumped, my orgasm building, promising to be like none I had ever experienced before.

  "Princess...I'm going to come, Oh, God! " I moaned, and with that Nia climaxed with a heartfelt scream of release, her juices squirting out of her and over my midsection in a spray of warmth as her anal tube rippled and clenched at me. I couldn't hold out any more, and came with a loud groan, my spunk roaring out of me, my cock swelling up to wedge in her tight anal tube as I fired blast after blast of spunk at high speed into her depths. I felt something deep inside me convulse with the force I came, jet after jet of high-pressure spunk bulleting out of me. As I bathed her insides with my seed, Nia came again, another giant orgasm sweeping over her and making her anus constrict me even further, the jets of spunk continuing as I literally emptied myself into her. I think I used up a week's worth in that one glorious shag, coming like I had never come before, but fuck, it was worth it!

  As our mutual orgasm subsided, I lay in her arms, Nia gently and lightly kissing my face and neck as the tails and curls of orgasm faded and died away inside her. The tightness of her anus was keeping me hard, and she suddenly giggled.

  "Polar Bear, I can feel your pulse, in my bum, that's so funny!" I started grinning as she giggled, and pretty soon I was giggling as well.

  "Just imagine, Jamie, if that was the only way to take someone's pulse, the doctor's surgeries would be standing room only!" and I cracked up again at the image she'd conjured up.

  Eventually the fit of giggles passed, and I was able to withdraw from her tight little hole, spunk gushing out as I unplugged her rectum.

  "Christ, Jamie, how much of this did you do?" she laughed, holding a cloth to herself to stem the flow of semen dribbling out of her rectum.

  "That was the dirtiest, most depraved, most fun thing I have ever done!" she grinned, "We are definitely doing this again, just not tonight, I feel like I've got a doorknob stuck up my bum!"

  ++++

  Nearly a week went by before we heard anything more on the subject of Hu'e. I was woken in the middle of the night by the house phone ringing, and when I answered, it was Limbu, calling from Singapore.

  "Mr. Morrison, thank you for the information you provided from your...friend in Vietnam, it has certainly illuminated several areas we were lacking in information. My team has been cross-checking the information from Lieng, and we believe we have identified the time and date of the sale of the child known as Hu'e Vienh Lo. A child matching the general description you gave us of the child you are seeking, with corresponding identifying marks, in particular the neck birthmark, was boarded on a British Airways flight to Vancouver, in the company of a woman claiming to be her adoptive mother on December 31, 1983. The papers shown appeared to be genuine, but the identity of the woman was later found to be spurious.

  "We have reason to believe the child was 'laundered' through one of several corrupt adoption agencies, and I have a contact in The Royal Canadian Mounted Police Organised Crime unit in Toronto who has made a particular study of these agencies, their owners, agents and middlemen, and has had a lot of success in tracking down these stolen children and bringing the criminals involved to book. I have sent him details of your search, plus most of the correspondence from Lieng, and I have emailed you his details, I would suggest you call him as soon as you can."

  I was gratified that they had managed to make the connection to Canada that had only been hinted at. I thanked Limbu, and hung up, waking Nia to tell her the news.

  "Princess, wake up, I have some news, wake up!"

  She was her usual alert self when first woken.

  "Huh? Whassup, wha's goin' on Jamie?"

  I told her about the conversation I'd just had with the man in Singapore, that they had managed to track Hu'e to Vancouver, and that I had a contact name with the Mounties, and that come what may, we were going to Canada; we were too close now, and I could feel the end of the chase looming. So could Nia, and she was ready to go, to track her sister down at last, and make her mother's heart whole again.

  On Thursday evening, Jamie and I spoke to this bloke in Toronto that Limbu, his contact in Singapore, had given him, a Sergeant Louis D'Hérault, a man who's spent the last 15 years tracking down illegally adopted children funnelled into Canada from Asia, the former Russian hegemony, and South America. This man seemed to think we had a good chance of tracking Hu'e as there were indications that one of the crooked adoption agencies he'd made it his business to close down may have been the one that handled the sale of the child. My blood was boiling by the end of the conversation.

  The Asian policemen we'd talked to, like prod-noses everywhere, had been reluctant to use that word 'sale'; 'traffic' was the closest they'd allowed themselves. This man was under no illusions as to the transaction that took place, and employed no euphemisms; as far as he was concerned, it was a human being, a child, who'd been put up for sale, like a can of beans or a sack of onions. We talked for almost an hour, and afterwards, Jamie and I had decided; we needed to go to Toronto, there was a good chance we could pick up the trail there and follow it through to the end.

  This was always supposing we were actually following Hu'e's trail; I tried not to think of the other possible fates she might have endured; I could only manage to fit my head around the possibility that she'd been adopted and brought up by a good family. To think otherwise would lead me to something I can't even begin to consider; the possibility of her death years before, or life as a sex-slave or prostitute in some hell-hole. Either one of those possibilities can't be allowed into my head; to entertain them is to despair, and I still have hope, as does Jamie, darling, brave, caring Polar Bear that he is. As long as I believe that Hu'e had and is having a good life, I can keep on
searching for her; to even consider any other possibility is to lose heart and quit, and I won't do that, not while hope remains.

  ++++

  Jamie

  Yesterday evening, Nia and I had a long and interesting chat with this French-Canadian guy, a real, live Mountie, working with the Toronto Organised Crime Squad, together with the Special Victims Unit of the Sex Crimes Unit, of all things, digging into babies-for-cash adoption rackets, both recent and historical, and he mentioned that he may have possibly located Hu'e and the family who adopted her. He mentioned the information Limbu had sent him, and, in conjunction with the collated data from the stuff I'd brought back with me from Da Nang, hinted he was almost positive he had the right child, right age and gender, right timeframe, and was waiting for confirmation of some things from the US State Department.

  He also mentioned that had been receiving some encouraging feedback from various overseas and foreign adoption advisory bodies in the United States, as well as some unofficial but very helpful intelligence from the FBI. He finished by stating that we could do worse than look over the information and files he had, and invited us over to do just that. That was all I was waiting for, so this morning Nia trotted over to the Canadian High Commission in Grosvenor Square, a short walk from Bond Street tube station, to get our visa status confirmed. Luckily, UK citizens don't need visa's, so I was in the throes of sorting out flights for us to go to Toronto.

  Nia was excited at travelling to Canada, and keyed-up at the prospect of possibly tracking down her sister, our sister, in the next few days. I didn't want to burst her bubble by telling her how unlikely and unrealistic her expectations were; she needed this, she needed to feel as if she was making headway against 28 years of silence and conspiracy in the disappearance of her older sister.

  Last night the reality of what had happened to Hu'e finally seemed to have hit home, kicked-off in part by this Mountie bloke's refusal to use the term 'trafficking' in relation to the baby trade; he preferred to be blunt, and told Nia that her sister had been bought and sold, like so many hundreds of thousands of children spirited away from their families, a commodity with a cash value. She spent a good part of last night crying as that truth finally came home to her.