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Chapter 123 — Incest-Planning as Prelude for a cheerful Orgy

I want you to raid

Me, not half but fully laid,

But yet I’m afraid…

Charlie had received this — admittedly clumsily translated — haiku from his gorgeous aunt Yen a few days back. I had known for a while that she dabbled in poetry, but now she finally seemed determined to let the incest with her nephew happen. Charlie had been obsessed with his aunt for several months, but now Yen seemed to have consented. And so he asked me to meet him at a café once more, before we would indulge in two sensual hours with our orgy circle at the empty hotel that was slated for renovation. Thanh was only in town for a few more days, as she had to go back to university in Saigon. Her lover Hoang as well as Nguyet, who Hoang was having an affair with, would be there as well, just like my young bisexual Filipina colleague Mira and her blind girlfriend Hanh, our young masseuse. For the latter, this would be the first visit ever to the orgy temple, which the vintage Art deco hotel had become over the last eight months.

Thanh and I had met at a cafe the previous week to, ostensibly, plan today’s debauchery, but then I discovered the possibly most rousing ruse ever: Thanh had prepared her black pantyhose in a way that the nylons were open in the crotch — of course, she was wearing no underwear. Over the first hour or so, she had ensconced her beaver between her thighs, under her red miniskirt, but then Thanh exposed her treasure peu a peu in the most tantalizing fashion. Overwhelmed by the beauty and salaciousness of the act and sight, I jerked off into her lap right there, beside and under the coffee house table, coming on her bush and pussy in the end, before we had driven over to her house for another hour of chipper fornication. Saying goodbye, Thanh had promised to wear said nylons today to the orgy, and I couldn’t wait to see the others’ faces once they found out.

As Mira didn’t know how to operate a motorcycle, Charlie and I would pick her and her blind girlfriend Hanh up at the latter’s house at noon. Nguyet, Thanh, and Hoang had promised to take care of the culinary aspects at the hotel in the meantime. I was delighted that Hanh was joining us today and, also, that we had managed to get a fairly large and balanced group together: We’d be three ladies and three guys, plus bisexual Mira, who would add some spice and yet make the symmetry almost perfect. Lately, the Vietnamese ladies had been busy with Tet, the Lunar New Year holiday, but Mira had bravely been taking all the cocks — relishing it like there was no tomorrow. Since Thanh had obfuscated my mind with her nylons last week, however, we didn’t have any charming lead-ins for our rumpus, but imagining the bunch who’d be there today, I was pretty sure that we wouldn’t need any lewd, salacious prompts.

But before we all would be able to completely forget our good upbringing, I had to see with Charlie how, when, where, and with whom we could make the incest with his glorious aunt Yen happen. The first thing I saw outside, at the café, was his 50cc and then he already hollered from the secluded balcony for me to come up. I was instantly reminded of Thanh’s temerity last week and then recalled all the titillating jerk-off mornings I had had up there, on the balcony, with Mira. Well, that wasn’t going to happen today, but we would roll around with the girls later.

What burdened Charlie was such a delicate matter that I was surprised that he had made it that far. I mean, he adored her, sure, but somehow he had maneuvered himself in a position to be able to bang his precious aunt soon, it seemed. We ordered two iced coffees with thick sweetened milk, before I lit the obligatory cigarette.

“Hey, how was it at Hanh’s last week?” I asked him, as I didn’t want to start with his aunt.

Once Charlie spoke about Yen, nothing in the world would make him change the topic. It had also been the very first time he was at Hanh’s massage parlor.

“Hanh massaged my penis really nicely…” he replied, kinda dreamily. “Made me come…”

Well, I could have guessed that. Interestingly, he didn’t bring up the fact that his aunt had once given him a penis honoring, too. And made him ‘come’.

“Together with Mira…” he added languidly.

Now, the sweet little waitress bunny brought our drinks. Even though I wanted Charlie to, eventually, hit on her, I didn’t say anything, as his hands were full with his aunt. Well, figuratively. Not yet, but soon. And, obviously, there was no shortage of sexual partners for him at this point.

“Some intercourse, perhaps, too?” I inquired, mocking his taciturnity.

I would have been a bit jealous if he had told me he had banged Hanh, but he only shook his head.

“No, they didn’t want to, I think… Mira had her period, I believe… and she wasn’t feeling too well… and Hanh? I don’t know…” he shrugged shoulders.

“Perhaps Mira didn’t want to watch you mount tandoğan escort her blind girlfriend,” I laughed flippantly.

“Yeah, maybe… I mean, they are a couple, it seems…” he reminded me.

Ok, I was relieved. Of course, Hanh could have sex with whomever she wanted. She was 20 and quite experienced. But still, Charlie had dipped his noodle often enough in Mira, Nguyet, and Thuy over the last three months.

“Do you think Hanh’s beautiful, though?”

Eventually, I needed to get over my jealousy, but I did care for Hanh greatly and wanted to protect her.

“Yeah, she’s pretty… cute… but she’s kinda short… and I find it strange that one knows that even when she’s ‘looking’ at you, she can’t see you.”

I liked that he had done the air quotes with the crooked tips of his index fingers.

“But she massages like her fingertips have eyes…” I laughed.

“Oh… well… my aunt… is at least… as good,” he replied, hemming and hawing, like he sometimes did.

True. But Yen was much older and more experienced. From his point of view, however, Charlie had charmingly brought his fine aunt back into the conversation. Just like that. Oh, well. Fair enough.

“So, yeah, Charlie… your precious aunt… did she send you something else, apart from that longing, yet wavering haiku?” I wanted to know.

“Well, yes, she said that we can’t have sex just the two of us… at least not for now… she wants you to be there, too. And possibly another girl… she suggested Hanh, as she’s blind…” Charlie divulged with an impish smile. “She also mentioned her daughter, though.”

Well, that would make the whole thing even more piquant, but I immediately liked the idea.

“But if Linh’s there, we probably best meet at their house, huh?”

“Yeah, but my uncle is at home in the mornings the next two weeks, she said. He has afternoon shift…”

“Where and with whom would you want to do it, if you could choose?” I asked him.

“Well, I don’t really know her daughter… but that could also be a plus… but then, Hanh would perhaps be ideal, as, yes, she can’t see…”

“Well, Charlie, this is tricky, obviously. Do you actually know why your aunt wants two more people there?”

“I’m not sure, but she may think that, then, it’s more like a sex party… like a small orgy, where everyone does it with everyone… it’s more like playing, perhaps… and not a meeting for sex between aunt and nephew…”

“Aah… she wants accomplices who would legitimize everything through their presence… anyway, would you rather be alone with her?”

“See, Mister Ben, ahem, Ben… I don’t even know… I think I would perhaps get overexcited and feel nauseous…”

I nodded, as I could imagine that, lit another ciggie, and hollered downstairs to order two more coffees for us. Perhaps I could convince him to hit on the little waitress. But we couldn’t take her to the incest with his aunt. No way.

“Now, let’s imagine we meet the four of us. I’d probably then bang your aunt in your presence. Would you have a problem with that?”

“Well, I think I ought to be grateful that you’re my wingman, Mi… B-Ben. Without you, my aunt Yen and I might not get anywhere…”

“So, my presence when you finally bang your beloved aunt is the price you have to pay that it happens at all?” I laughed to make light of the awkward situation.

I didn’t want the gravity of the act to bring us down.

“So to speak,” he conceded.

Sure, I felt flattered that Yen had chosen me to be there; perhaps, there would be a chance to go with Linh or Hanh to a different room to allow Yen and Charlie half-an-hour of privacy. I wasn’t really worried about that, to be honest. Yeah, perhaps that’s why Yen had tossed in the other girl. Yes, Yen was perhaps hoping that I would just bang the other damsel, while she would press Charlie’s head in her naked lap.

After he had taken another sip of his coffee, he kept brooding where and with whom in the room he could finally shove his eager cock up his aunt’s immaculate sheath.

“Well, Charlie, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. That whole afternoon will spiral into a dynamic anyway that is impossible to foresee. We can’t plan it all out… and we shouldn’t,” I warned and reassured him, at the same time.

“Yeah, perhaps… I mean, I’ve never done anything like that… we gotta hurry, though, since I gotta go back to Saigon around the middle of March…”

“Oh, Jesus, that’s in less than four weeks…”

When he only nodded, I continued: “Now, what’s actually the minimum you want to achieve with your aunt? She might not consent to doing it without a condom…” I cautioned him.

“I wanna see her naked… and touch her everywhere… also her pussy… I guess, if she doesn’t want full sex, she could jerk me off naked then… while I can touch her wherever I want… and: I found it so hot when Mrs. Nguyet was sitting over your face, tunalı escort Mr. Ben… I mean, Ben… and gave you a blowjob…” he admitted quietly. “Perhaps we could persuade Yen to do that… yes, her sitting over my face and giving me a blowjob, while I can touch and see her pussy… that would be awesome…”

“Yeah, that would be beautiful, wouldn’t it? I think we could get her to do that…”

Surprisingly, I noticed that Charlie still only shrugged shoulders, like he was pouting and not completely happy with the program he had just sketched for himself.

“Do you know what I also want to see? Another of those long dangling threads of her pussy juice… that never really worked with Miss Mira…” he added.

“Perhaps as she is more into women… at least that’s what it seems like, sometimes…” I explained.

I wasn’t sure if Charlie was even aware of that. And he sure ignored it, but then expressed another longing:

“I’ll also finally take her beautiful, full breasts in my mouth…” he stated self-confidently, like he was at a store or restaurant.

Or a whorehouse.

“Sure, that’s another idea… and I don’t see why you couldn’t…” I nodded. “If you do it right, there should be one of those beloved dangling pussy juice strings at some point,” I laughed.

Still brooding, he nodded, though, like he agreed. Our conversation kept rippling on for another bit; he brought up Thuy, who had taken his cherry about eight weeks back, around Christmas. She had relatively large breasts, but it seemed that Charlie loved everything about her, too. Thuy and Charlie’s aunt actually knew each other, as they had taken part in one orgy together, at the old hotel. Should we take Thuy to Yen’s house for the incest?

“I mean, if your aunt doesn’t want you to come inside her, perhaps Thuy would…” I suggested.

His face lit up a bit, but then he surmised that Thuy probably wouldn’t wanna go to Yen’s house, while Yen might be reluctant to drive over to the show home where Nguyet and Thuy worked.

“You’re right… I can’t really imagine either option… and the old hotel doesn’t seem to be the place for this, either.”

He nodded, and I regretted that I couldn’t offer any Rosetta stone here, although Charlie would probably be able to lick both of their anuses. Jeez, this was tricky. Could we dissolve the tension between nature and culture and lift both up to the next level? At least, I had another amusing idea:

“Hey, how about a role-play?! Yen plays your mother, I’ll be your dad again… if you want, Thuy could be your older sister, as young as she looks…” I tried to cheer him up.

He actually seemed to like the idea, even though it was slightly absurd: “Well, maybe we could try that…”

“Hey, think about it or talk to her again and see what she wants…” I told him before I went downstairs to the bathroom.

Proud of my healthy, hearty jet, I had the grandest idea ever, though: Once, I had been at the thermal springs west of town with Nguyet and Thanh, where one could rent secluded Onsen-like private outdoor baths, which were ideal for sensual escapades. There, we could be naked for the whole time and, being outdoors, do anything lewd we pleased, even pee onto each other with impunity. I never fully liked doing that in bathrooms or showers, as I found tiles to be the least erotic environment. But, obviously, one couldn’t really let go and piss on an ordinary bed and soil the mattress. No, I loved the Onsen idea!

“Hey, Charlie, how about doing it outside, At the hot springs?” I suggested instantly when I was back up on the balcony.

He didn’t know what I meant, at first, and so I described the place in more detail. Those private pools even had a lovely little bungalow with a double bed in it. There were also thick floor mats to put anywhere in the compound, a fridge, an outdoor shower, food and drinks.

For some reason, Charlie blushed now: “Yeah, ok, if you say so… it’s just strange to be naked the whole time and then do it in the sun… I always thought it would happen after a massage in a dimly-lit, quiet room…”

“But that would make it a bit somber, don’t you think?! Kinda grave,” I replied, for the lack of a better word. “Charlie, we’re discussing possibly the most beautiful thing that may ever happen to you, and yet you’re brooding…” I pointed out to him. “Doing it outside might provide a bit of savoir vivre, a lightheartedness of which you both could need a good dose. Again: Suggest it to her!”

Thinking about the thermal springs and the outdoor peeing had made me curious if Charlie could imagine his aunt urinating on him. Perhaps that would be one taboo-break too many, but I would love to see our sophisticated, educated, mature, good-natured Buddhist friend pee on him. With Charlie on his back on the floor and Yen towering over him like the Colossus of Rhodes. Oh, yes, that would be the ticket.

He swallowed with his mouth closed türbanlı escort and blushed some more. But my question didn’t come completely out of left field. Charlie knew that Mira had sat on my face three weeks ago, up on that old wooden bench on the fourth floor at the old hotel, and peed on me in small installments for about fifteen minutes, while Charlie had been playing cards with Vu and Hoang one floor below, in the kitchen. And Yen had peed on me before, standing over me like that ancient Wonder of the World. I would never forget her pumping pelvis, perineum, the smell nor the noise.

“Hey, you don’t need to answer that question,” I laughed and requested the check, as the cute little waitress was pouring more complimentary tea into our glasses.

“I guess, my aunt can do with or to me whatever she wants,” Charlie finally concluded his epic ruminations, after the little bunny had disappeared.

Oh. Well, see?! Now, I could have asked him if that would even include shitting on his head but refrained. I mean, what if he said ‘yes’?

“Well, I like the idea with the hot springs, buddy,” I told him again and got up.

On the way down, I was still trying to imagine if Yen’s daughter Linh or Hanh would be better. Or both? Anyway, in the end, I couldn’t really imagine that Yen wanted her daughter to be there, even though the three of us had fond memories of the two times Linh, Yen, and I had sex together. Yen also knew that Linh and I had done it a few times in her absence. But having a blind girl at the hot springs and one young woman with a limp, Linh, Charlie may have thought he was on an outing with the handicapped school.

“And, look, Charlie, Hanh was confined to her home for so many months because of this whole Corona thing… you know that she can’t go out by herself like other people… still, yes, I think she’d be best… and at the thermal springs…”

I paid, while Charlie went to the restroom and then promised to suggest the various options to his aunt. We drove over to Hanh’s house, where he popped his head into the half-open entrance door and hollered that we were there. I smoked a quick ciggie, and when Hanh stepped out of the house, I was pleasantly surprised that she was wearing my favorite black, velvety mini-skirt, combined with a chocolate-brown, tight, soft top and her cute little combat boots. She was even sporting her fake sheep-skin waistcoat without buttons, under which I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had been to the hairdresser, too, as her hair was considerably shorter than the last time I had seen her. As tight and full as her splendid shiny hair was enveloping her head, she reminded me of a small lion.

Mira was wearing a tight, blue stretch-minidress, like one would wear on a badminton court, for instance. There were red and white stripes on the collar and cuffs; she looked as cute as a button. I could see her awesome tanned, muscular lower legs, and her feet stuck in one of my favorite pairs of shoes: her blue velvety sneakers. She looked a bit pale, though. Charlie helped Hanh up on the backseat of my Honda, while Mira rode with him. To be save, Hanh wrapped her short cute arms around my waist, and then we drove the two miles north to the park, across from which the old hotel was. The whole time, I could feel Hanh’s cheek and her warm breath on my back.

When Hanh was standing next to me, as I was still sitting on my motorcycle, waiting for Charlie to open the gate at the hotel, I looked at her and realized again how beautiful our cuddly blind friend was. And how short. Perhaps 4’10”. Sweet. I simply loved petite young women. The lower half of her face was relatively wide, which her hair compensated nicely, though. Like Thanh, Hanh had narrow shoulders, which — together with her wide head — gave her a curious, unusual appearance. And she had possibly the most beautiful mouth, to which Mira, apparently, had helped her to apply lipstick. Hanh’s upper lip looked like the silhouette of a flying seagull; a lot like Nguyet’s. She was slightly cross-eyed, too, but even that was cute as hell. And I absolutely loved that she had showed up braless under her sheep-skin vest and crop-top.

After we had brought our motorcycles inside, Charlie pushed the large door closed again. We grabbed Hanh’s hands and guided her upstairs. Did her mom and aunt know what kind of journey she was about to embark on? Probably not. Did Hanh, though? Well, she was 20 and sexually quite experienced but, still, I wanted to make sure.

“Yeah, yeah, we explained everything to her last week,” Charlie and Mira assured me.

He even added that he had ‘translated everything meticulously.’ Hanh seemed intrigued by the strange acoustics of the mostly empty six-story building. Unfortunately, she couldn’t admire the large chandelier here in the stairwell, but she kept turning her head to ‘see’ where the echoes were coming from. Once in a while, she had a question for Charlie, as Mira’s Vietnamese wasn’t good enough. I caught myself ogling her little titties — as well as Mira’s under her simple badminton dress. Knowing her, she probably was just wearing an undershirt, as she didn’t like bras. No woman did, it seemed. Getting closer to the kitchen on the third floor, we could hear Nguyet, Thanh, and Hoang’s voices, whose motorcycles we had already seen in the lobby.

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