Notes: You'd really better read this...
This story was in responce to a thread on the hentai St Tail list. This story is literally as is, there has been no proofing and no editing done to it. (This way you can experence the real Pattie without the benefit of outside help....are you scared yet?) This is not a serious work, it's a goof, and since it is supposed to be a PWP be kind to it and me. :-) This is a LOT longer than I expected, and frankly I could write more, but I figured it was already too long and how much could I expect you poor people to actually read... ;-)
The following is an original work by me, freely using the creative genius of Tachiwaka Megumi, to whom I am indebted. The characters of Saint Tail, Asuka Jr., et al are owned by Kodansha and TMS.
Feel like complaining... Stirling Twilight
Family Traditions
Meimi clutched the edges of the sink, willing the world to stop spinning. She had already made the mistake of glancing at her face, the pallor of which forced her back into this hunched position. She seriously hoped she didn’t throw up, as it would only compound her embarrassment.
Though deep in her heart, on some level, she was proud of herself. She had managed to actually ask him. Out loud. To his face. Sure the words had come out as one big long sentence without a breath in it, but his reaction (which was only marginally stronger than she expected) had shown her, clearly, that he had heard and understood every word.
Knowing she couldn’t not think about what had just happened, she replayed the whole series of events, hoping she had done things exactly as she had practiced them. She cast her mind back, reminding herself, yet again, that they were a couple and she had every right to ask him for a favor, no matter how far fetched.
Asuka Jr. met her in front of the school, just as he had done everyday since they started dating. Meimi asked if he didn’t mind her coming over for a while, saying her parents were home and she didn’t feel like dealing with them at present. Asuka Jr. had been only to happy to comply, but warned her that his father was out and not expected back until very late.
"We’ll be alone," he said flatly.
Meimi smiled up at him. "I’d like that."
The young detective looked mildly surprised but smiled back, and together they strolled to his house.
As they neared their distention, Meimi unconsciously slowed her pace. Her companion, however, noticed, said nothing, and matched her. Clearly there was something on her mind, yet he felt no need to hurry it from her.
Inside the cool of his home, Asuka Jr. breathed a mental sigh, feeling that by arriving they had somehow reached a goal. Relieved, he offered his guest tea and cake. Meimi, distracted, didn’t replied, so he let it go and steered her toward his bedroom. The petite redhead said nothing as she trailed in his wake.
"I need to wash my hands," she suddenly announced, rather loudly, and he conducted her to the bathroom.
Meimi closed the door behind her and hastily turned on the tap. Her breath was becoming louder with each passing second and she wasn’t sure she could keep it together long enough to get the question out.
Turning off the water, she glanced at the door. "Asuka Jr.?" she asked, in a soft experimental voice. She didn’t expect him to be there, but in the stillness of the house his affirmative reply came clearly from the bedroom.
"Can I ask you a favor?"
She could hear him then, padding down the hall toward the closed door that was acting as her shield.
"I’m here," he said softly.
"I have to ask you something, and it’s going to be the strangest question of your life, but I want you to take me totally seriously and not get angry."
"I can’t promise to not get angry," he murmured after a moment’s consideration, "but I will promise to take you seriously."
"I don’t want you to think I’m a freak or anything like that, but you see…you see…it’s my mother. She’s promised to show me how to do something and I need someone to practice on and she never offers to teach me anything, not like my father who’s always teaching me tricks." She paused, gasping for air. The words were tumbling from her lips and she could see no way of stopping them. "I hope you can appreciate this is very hard for me and it’s something I want very much and I don’t want to turn her down since she so rarely, well, actually this is the first time--"
"Can I come in?" he asked, interrupting her.
Meimi swallowed hard, and slid the door open.
He didn’t try to enter, he just stood still, waiting. Meimi felt herself coloring, and then the blood drained away and she raised her eyes to meet his.
"I promise," he whispered.
Meimi nodded, dropping her gaze again. "You promised," she insisted and then asked.
The silence of the house was profound. His quiet was the "calm before the storm" variety. Meimi quickly enumerated her reasons for picking him as her person to practice on but he didn’t seem to be listening. She turned then, closing the bathroom door and stumbled to the sink, waiting for her world to stop spinning.
When she finally felt she could walk and talk again, Meimi opened the door, and was not at all surprised to see she was alone. Asuka Jr.’s bedroom door was closed and she paused before it, torn between reminding him he promised and leaving well enough alone. With a sigh she made her way back to the front door, put on her shoes, and let herself out.
No one questioned Meimi as she returned home and hastily made her way to her bedroom. In some part of her mind she was screaming at herself, but for the most part she was crying. Being alone right now was her primary concern.
Throwing herself across the bed, Meimi allowed her mental anguish to become actual. She punched her pillow, quietly screaming into it, for what seemed like hours. Time became irrelevant.
It was a soft knock on the door that finally brought Meimi back into the present. Looking around she saw that it was dark in her room and the clock beside her bed glowingly told her it was almost 10. Surprised, she leapt for the door to find her mother without, smiling at her.
"I think it’s time for your first lesson," Eimi declared with an unmistakable degree of pride in her voice. Meimi felt her eyes welling as she went to explain her failure, but her mother didn’t seem to be listening or interested. Taking her daughter’s hand, she began leading her downstairs. It flashed through Meimi’s mind that she would have to practice on her father, but didn’t find that idea as appealing somehow.
The only light in the living room came from several dozen candles Eimi had placed around the room, but Meimi hardly noticed. Her eyes found Asuka Jr.’s in the dim light and she gasped in pleasant surprise. He rose from the sofa he had been sharing with her father and moved to join the women. With a shy smile, he took Meimi’s hand as Eimi handed her to him.
"I’m very glad," Eimi admitted, "that you’ve agreed to help Meimi-chan. I know this means a lot to her, and that you do too. I hope you will take very good care of my daughter."
Asuka Jr., no less formal, bowed over the older woman’s hand and then turned to face his classmate.
"Thank you for asking me to be here. I know what it took for you to ask me and I want you to know that I’ll never forget it."
Eimi beamed at her daughter and turned away from them. "That was very Japanese of us, wasn’t it? Enough formality," she said with a silvery laugh, "Asuka Jr. if you would please remove your clothes and join my husband on the couch we can begin."
The young detective hesitated, blushing, and then felt Meimi’s hands slip into his jacket and under his suspenders.
"Will you allow me?" she asked, smiling up at him.
Still self-conscious, he acquiesced and watched with interest as she removed his several layers and unzippered his pants. Meimi sank to her knees before him as she pulled his pants down around his ankles and then off. Wearing only his shirt, Asuka Jr. allowed her to gently push him backward onto the sofa.
Genichirou, who was now also naked except for his shirt, glanced over at his guest, "The women of Eimi-san's family," he explained, "have a long tradition of teaching their daughters how to give a really spectacular blow job. It's time for Meimi-chan to learn. While the girls of the family usually practice on their father, Meimi-chan asked if she could invite you." The older man dropped his head back onto the cushions, pushed his hips forward and gave a deep, exhaling moan of pleasure. "I hope you realize what an honor this is, and that you appreciate the fact that I've given up the pleasure at Meimi-chan's request."
Asuka Jr. could do little more than nod.
"Trust me," the magician said after a moment, "just sit back, relax and let Meimi-chan work her magic."
It was at that moment that Asuka Jr. became aware of Eimi-san talking to her daughter. The smaller redhead was watching as her mother took her father's growing erection in one hand and his balls in the other. The older woman gave both handfuls a tongue bath and then turned to her daughter and urged her to do the same.
Meimi glanced up at her boyfriend and colored prettily. She didn't speak aloud, but mouthed a quick 'thank you.' Then, under the watchful eye of her mother, gingerly took Asuka Jr.'s flaccid penis in one hand and cupped his balls in the other. Eimi continued to talk as Meimi bent over her task.
Asuka Jr. looked down at his classmate as her slim fingers reached for him. He drew in a quick breath, waiting for the first touch of a lover. Meimi’s fingers were smooth, soft, and very gentle as she carefully took him into her hands. Eimi was directing her to enjoy ever aspect of what she was doing, pointing out the smoothness of his skin, its warmth. For a second Asuka Jr. felt like a science project, but then Meimi’s deft handling demanded his notice. She was stroking him, watching his body’s reaction, and receiving praise from her mother. Asuka Jr. made the mistake of looking at what she was doing and the resulting moan drew Eimi’s attention.
"Because this isn’t your father," the older woman pointed out, "and it’s his first time, Asuka-kun isn’t going to last long. He will, however, recover faster than your father and we’ll be able to have another lesson tonight, if he’s willing."
Asuka Jr. was in no state to answer.
Eimi urged her daughter to take him in her mouth, and soon. Meimi nodded, rose forward and, still listening to her mother, parted her lips and bent her head.
The instant her tongue touched his skin, Asuka Jr. moaned from his soul. She spent some time doing nothing more than exploring him with her tongue. He had never imagined anything as arresting as what she was doing. Seemingly every nerve in his body was focused on the point where her tongue met his skin. But then she parted her lips and took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Instantly Asuka Jr. pushed his hips forward, straining to be further, deeper inside her. He was harder than he had ever been and it was true, he wasn’t going to last long. But for his classmate, it was all the encouragement Meimi needed. Somewhere he could still hear her mother talking, but the words were meaningless. The sensation of Meimi’s tongue, lips, teeth, saliva, breath…the world went blinding white and he whispered a warning, reaching for Meimi.
Meimi did her best, trying to swallow and not cough. The running chatter of her mother faded as she concentrated on her classmate. Asuka Jr.’s hands were wound in her hair and it was clear he was fighting the desire to push her head further down on his spasming flesh. She took the hint though, and took as much of him in her mouth as her clenched muscles would allow. Her mother was right, this was harder than it looked and she was going to need practice. The thought made her mentally smile. She concentrated on swallowing then, working his penis into a more comfortable position along her tongue. His softening flesh in her mouth was a pleasure she was loath to give up. Glancing up at him their eyes met and he gave her a crooked smile. Meimi’s eyes smiled back and she began to gently suck on him. For a second he looked surprised but then his eyes closed and he leaned back.
Meimi giggled and pulled harder with her mouth, forcing him to harden. Asuka Jr. made a growling sort of sound and began to thrust his hips up to meet her mouth. The petite redhead stole a glance at her mother. The older woman was up on her knees, her head rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Meimi watch for a second, then began to mimic her mother. Asuka Jr. groaned, his hands once again gripping her hair, gently but insistently drawing her down and down. Meimi willed her throat to relax, to swallow him whole and for a long second it did. Smoothly, his satin-like skin slid along her tongue, filling her. Meimi moaned then, overwhelmed, even as Asuka Jr. came again.
This time she did much better, swallowing all of him with pleasure. Once more she held him in her mouth, resting her cheek against his thigh, while their breathing slowly returned to normal. He finally reached down and drew her away.
"If you stay there I’ll get hard again," he cautioned, bending to her ear. Meimi displayed her best pout, but then smiled.
Beside them the older couple’s conjoined moaning suggested they were close to a climax so the younger couple sat and watched.
Eimi was sucking hard on her husband’s erection, and when she needed a break she would firmly grip its base and run her tongue along the length of it. When she reached the swollen head she would smooth it along the inside of her lips. All this Meimi watched and filed away. Meimi was mildly surprised at how large her father looked and marveled at the ease with which her mother took most of him in her mouth. Something else she was eager to learn.
There must have been a hungry look in Meimi’s eyes, which made Asuka Jr. take her hand and place it on his still moist and hot penis. Meimi smiled at her boyfriend and began stroking him again as they watched. After a minute his hand wrapped around hers and he silently began giving her instructions of his own. Meimi smiled and snuggled against him, enjoying his skin and the feeling of him moving, and hardening.
Genichirou’s breath was becoming a hissing intake as he spread his legs further apart. Eimi paused long enough at his head to ask a quick question. His reaction was instant and surprised the two sitting beside him.
"Yes," he hissed angrily, "I wanted it to be Meimi. I wanted to feel her soft baby lips on me," his words were being forced out of clenched teeth and the degree of anger surprised Asuka Jr. "I wanted to fuck her mouth…" His words were becoming more forced with each breath, "…my cum down her throat."
Eimi had both hands around him now, and she was egging his anger on, pulling, squeezing, and sucking. She breathed out another taunt, smiling gleefully at him.
Genichirou grabbed the back of her head and forced her down for the last time. He cried out as he came, furiously gasping and panting. Eimi’s throat worked furiously to swallow for what seemed like a very long time.
With a lengthy sigh, the magician fell back against the sofa, panting hard and looking totally spent. Meimi smiled at her two parents as Eimi crawled into her husband’s lap. Leaning over him, they met in a deep kiss. For the first time in many years it didn’t embarrass Meimi and she turned shining eyes on her boyfriend.
"Are you okay with this? You don’t have to come back if you don’t want to."
Asuka Jr. looked down at his lap where both their hands still gripped his erection, then he looked at his classmate.
"Are you serious?"
Meimi’s face spilt into a smile. "No."
Eimi rose then and smiled down at her daughter. "Your next class is a week from tonight, which gives you a week to practice and experiment. If Asuka-kun is still willing to help you, you can practice here in the living room only. I don’t trust you alone in the bedroom. Where you practice outside of the house is your own business."
Asuka Jr. quickly agreed, and after a second so did Meimi.
"Then we’ll leave you alone now," Eimi announced, taking Genichirou’s hand and hurrying off toward their bedroom.
Meimi watched them go and let out an exasperated huff.
"What about me?" she demanded to no one in general.
Asuka Jr. squeezed her hand in his and kissed her cheek. "If you’ll allow me?" he asked, slipping his hand into her skirt. Surprised, but pleasantly so, Meimi acquiesced. He stripped off her panties, pushed her backward onto the sofa and placed himself on his knees between her legs.
"I have no one but you to teach me," he began with a shy smile, but then warmed to the idea, "but who better?"
Meimi smiled and closed her eyes. Waiting.
Rubbing his face along the insides of her thighs, Asuka Jr. moved toward his goal. She was smoother than silk and perfumed with heat and sex. He ran his tongue along her skin, savoring the taste. The erection he and Meimi had been toying with was now a painful distraction but he put it out of his mind as best he could. He owed her this much at least.
"It was about a year ago," Meimi whispered as he continued to stroke her, "that my parents began to be more obvious in their lovemaking…" she gasped as he gently nipped her thigh, still moving lower. "I think they were preparing me for tonight." She paused for breath, panting as his tongue drew closer to her center. "I would watch from the stop of the stairs, playing with myself the whole time...I think they knew I was there...." Her words trailed away as she returned her attention to him.
The velvety tuft of red hair that tickled his face made Asuka Jr. momentarily lightheaded. He drew in a deep breath, filling himself with her scent and then began to place kisses amid the soft tangle. Meimi squirmed with each gentle press of his lips, until finally his tongue slipped into her dripping depths and she cried aloud.
It was too much for Asuka Jr. as well. As he hungrily drank in his lover, his free hand moved to provide himself some much needed relief. Yet somehow Meimi sensed what he was doing and managed to demand his halt. She strained forward, her mouth open, but no words were audible. No words were necessary.
It took a little maneuvering, but soon the new lovers were able to get their fill of each other. Asuka Jr. happily buried his face between her legs as Meimi, all the while moaning around his throbbing erection, came again and again. When she finally cried out she had had enough he returned his attention to her mouth and the happy thought of filling it again. Like her mother, he praised her efforts, told her the things she was doing right, what would feel better, and when he finally came, declaring yet again his love for her.
Meimi lay on the couch, her eyes closed, wrapped in Asuka Jr.’s arms. She was dangerously close to drifting off to sleep when he finally whispered he needed to get home before his father or there would be hell to pay. Meimi nodded her agreement and reminded him of his promise.
"Would it be alright to practice tomorrow? You won’t mind? Is there somewhere you’d like to practice?" she asked, the light of hope bright in her eyes, as the words tumbled from her.
He smiled and hugged her hard, kissing her hair. "I think somewhere at school would be...interesting."
Meimi nodded against his chest. "Meet me after class by the door?"
He shook his head. "Not a chance of me waiting that long." He chuckled, giving her a quick kiss. "I'll be waiting for you here in the morning!"