For young lovers the high school Valentines Dance is a great way to show off your relationship to your fellow classmates. This is my entry for the Valentine's Day 2023 Contest so please vote. For readers of We're a Wonderful Wife this story occurs about a half of the way into Chapter 4. For those of you who have not read We're a Wonderful Wife, welcome to our universe, please enjoy the ride...

Valentine's Dance

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Don Campbell was the class nerd of Grant Valley High School, he lived alone with his dad on their dairy farm in rural Minnesota. His mom died on Christmas Day when he was eight and his life went to pieces. As his grades faltered, he withdrew from school society and became the butt of an unending series of pranks and nasty tricks. He was headed for a short life of misery and drug addiction but then he met Lanh Nguyen when a class prank paired them up at the school Christmas dance in their sophomore year.

Lanh Nguyen was the class nerdette. Lanh was a tiny, skinny Asian with thick glasses, braces, and a straight A average on fast track to be the class valedictorian. She's the youngest of six kids and grew up being lost in the shuffle. The only Asian in a school full of buxom blond girls in back-woods Minnesota she was taunted and teased mercilessly by her classmates because of her size and her Vietnamese heritage. Lanh was hours away from suicide when a nasty class prank paired her up with Don Campbell. Before either one of them realized it, they were deeply in love and their lives would never be the same.

Now they're eighteen, they're in the last semester of their senior year, engaged to be married, and more in love every day. Since their introduction at the Christmas dance in their second year of high school, Don Campbell and Lanh Nguyen have been inseparable, now they are engaged to be married. As their senior year drew to a close the young couple is overwhelmed with things that must be done, Don has the state swimming competition coming up, but at the same time calving season starting, also on their list is final exams even though they're months away, and number one being their wedding, of course.

Just a couple of weeks ago, on Christmas eve, Don proposed to Lanh in front of her family and his. While proposing in front of a large family gathering may sound odd to an American, the event was an Americanized version of the traditional Vietnamese engagement ceremony which made Lanh's parents and grandparents proud. Now the young couple is working non-stop to make their dreams come true.

"Phew! You smell like cows!" complained Lanh's mother Mai as they walked into the Nguyen family's dining room the next afternoon. The Nguyens lived in a house that is attached to the back of their Pho restaurant where Don and Lanh work, but the two also work at Don's family farm. This afternoon was a total scrub down of the milking parlor, and the birthing of an early calf. It's a tough job but Don's dad pays them well to do it, and that money goes straight into their wedding fund.

"Love you too mom," said Don as he bent to kiss his future mother-in-law on the cheek before laying his schoolbooks on the table. "Is that any way to greet a man who just delivered your next freezer full?" Don and Lanh's first calf of the season was a male, it will be neutered, and grass fed and eventually become the starring part of the pho sold at the Nguyen's restaurant. Lanh soon entered with her own stack of books and she and Don shrugged off their coats, knit hats, and their frosted over glasses. Going from outside to inside or inside to outside for people wearing glasses is difficult in Minnesota; glasses fog over the moment you step into the warm or frigid air.

"Is it snowing out?" called Lanh's brother Bao from the kitchen.

"Uff da!" replied Lanh loudly, "It be snowin' hard, yoo betcha!" Now this wasn't an unusual response to that question in rural Minnesota, but to hear it from a girl with a slight Vietnamese accent was... interesting to say the least. And "Uff da!" is as Minnesota as you can get, it's a Norwegian expression of shock, dismay, anger, surprise, it's the Nordic equivalent of "Oh shit!" Lanh looked at the shocked and amused looks she was getting from her mother and brother and responded "What! Half of my future in-laws are Norwegian farmers; I want to speak their language."

Mai looked at Don with a questioning look. He just shrugged, "Everyone in the Odegaard side of my family talks like that, ja sure, yoo betcha. Kim-ly told me uff da is the same as chết mẹ."

Mai just shook her head, "You did this to my daughter Donovan Aloysius Campbell!" she stuck an accusing finger into Don's face. "Once upon a time she wouldn't say a word, this house was quiet and restful! Now all I get is "uff da" and "fer cute" and "ja sure yoo betcha," I might as well have the lot of them move back in!" She was referring to Lanh's five older siblings.

Don brushed her finger away and gave his future mother-in-law a kiss on the cheek. "Duong is right, you're beautiful when you're angry."

Mai returned the hug then broke free. She threw her dishtowel over her shoulder and wandered off into the kitchen muttering to herself in Vietnamese, her native language, it was obvious that she was going to have a talk with her husband Duong, her faux anger caused Don and Lanh to break out laughing. But they soon stopped because tonight they had homework in AP calculus.

They made quite a sight studying at the kitchen table, both high school social outcasts who found solace in each other. Don has become a fairly good swimmer, and has some medals to show for his efforts, but that isn't enough to lift him into the high school societal upper echelon, he's still a dirt-poor dirt farmer who shops at thrift stores for his clothing. And Lanh, even though she's the captain of the state champion debate team she's a shy, tiny, skinny, Asian girl in a high school full of curvaceous blonds. There's no clique whose bond she can break through.

Lanh's older brother Bao Nguyen watched them study and occasionally helped when they got stuck on a problem, although only two years older than Lanh, Bao and his twin sister Kim-ly were currently working toward their CPA License and are math wizards. Bao waited until Don and Lanh finished scoring each other's practice quiz then asked, "What are you dweebs going to wear to the Valentine's Dance?" They looked up at him through their thick glasses like a pair of nearsighted deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming freight train. They've been outcasts their entire lives so Bao is speaking to them in a language they can't understand. "I'm talking to you! You guys clean up well, you looked great at Tien and Quan's wedding last summer."

Don and Lanh looked at each other then back at Bao uncomprehending. Valentine's Dance? Us? Their expressions were complete disbelief. "Come on! It'll be fun! Kim-ly and I have been asked to chaperone," said Bao.

Again, Don and Lanh looked at each other through their thick glasses. Bao and Kim-ly acting as chaperones? That could be entertaining. "I'll have my braces off by then," said Lanh.

"You're beautiful now," said Don softly, their foreheads touching, "Will I be able to handle your beauty without the tinsel?"

"I hope you do," she said with a nervous smile praying that her brother didn't hear her.

"Hey, you two," Bao snapped his fingers to get their attention back. "Eyes up front, now, is that yes?"

"I got nothing to wear."

"Me too."

"We can fix that," called Lanh's mother from the kitchen.

The next morning, Lanh's oldest brother Huy (pronounced hwe) accompanied Don to the local thrift store. Although he's six years older than Don, Huy is as close to Don as any real brother could be. They bonded two winters ago when Huy went out to "brief" Don on how he expected Don to treat his little sister and was pleased to find that Don was amiable to Huy's demands. In return Don showed Huy how to operate a chain saw and a log splitter and the stressed young lawyer discovered something that millions of men know all about - sawdust therapy. They have been tight friends since that cold January morning. "I'm just looking for jeans," Don insisted, "these things that I'm wearing have patches holding the patches together."

"Do you have a suit?" asked Huy.

"We're wearing black tuxes; I think you already got fitted for yours."

"Not for the wedding," sighed Huy, "for your Valentine's Dance."

"We're going to pass," said Don, "we have so much to do and not enough money..."

"Look, bro, this really isn't for you or Lanh," Huy looked around to see if they were being overheard. "This is for mom and dad," he said in hushed tones. When Don looked confused, Huy clarified. "Look, we all graduated early, Trung graduated at sixteen, Bao and Kim-ly graduated at fifteen, Tam and I graduated at fourteen. None of us went to any dances, none of us had a senior prom, we were too busy working our asses off for scholarship money. Lanh is the only one of us to spend all four years in high school, this is Mom and Dad's only chance to get all weepy and send their little girl off to a fancy school dance."

"I don't know, we don't really like anyone in our class and..."

"Fuck them," said Huy a little too loudly. "You're not there for that bunch of idiots, you're there for Lanh. Go show off my sister. I know you guys have been practicing dancing for your wedding up in the hayloft, go kick it up on a real dance floor. Think of it as a practice for your wedding reception. Besides, Lanh says that her buddies will be there, you know the ones I'm talking about, that nutcase..."

"Rosa."

"Yeah, and the one with the boobs..."

"Sydney."

"Yeah, her. Just sit with them, have a good time and do a little dancing, make a sophomore fetch you everything on the snack table. Oh look, here's a black suit for you to wear." Huy magically produced a black suit jacket from the rack they were standing nearby. It wasn't in bad shape, and it had a matching vest and pants. "See? Here you go, twenty-five bucks and you got a tux."

"It's not a tux..."

Huy gave him a look that said, 'give me a break.' "Look, bro, what's the difference between a suit and a tux? The tux is black, other than that the only difference is the lapels and the shirt. No one knows the bit about the lapels, and the shirt we can work with. Throw on a nice shirt and a black bow tie and you're in like Flynn."

"But..."

"Go look at any James Bond movie... except the Roger Moore films, Moore dresses like he raided an upholstery shop. Look at those films, especially when he's playing baccarat in a casino, then tell me about his tux." He held up the suit again for Don to inspect. Don still looked undecided. "Look, if you can swing the suit, I'll buy those jeans for you... did I mention I have an aunt who can tailor the suit?"

Don pulled a crumpled wad of bills out of his pocket, he had sold some hay that morning, if he splits the money with his dad, after farm expenses he should have enough... still, a tailored suit... a tailored suit is 'way out of his price range, here's one for twenty-five dollars. "Let's do it."

That afternoon Huy, Don, and Lanh drove down to Minneapolis and stopped at their Aunt Suong's house. Aunt Suong was Mai's older sister, unlike Mai she was born in the United States after the family escaped Vietnam. After introductions were made there was some kind of negotiation in rapid fire Vietnamese between Suong and Huy with Lanh occasionally adding to the chatter that had Don utterly befuddled. It appeared that they were haggling over price and Suong was holding firm, but Huy said something and all three went silent, then turned and stared at Don. Then with trembling hands Suong reached out and lifted Lanh's hand and inspected the tiny engagement ring on her petite ring finger. With a cry of joy Aunt Suong threw her arms around Don. "Your mother-in-law never told me!" she gushed.

Shocked that she was speaking English Don could only respond, "It's still not in the bag, I need a 3.5 GPA or the wedding's off, I promised her dad."

"Oh, that old fuddy-duddy," Suong waved a dismissive hand at Don. "You're over 18, I say elope! Then go finish school and I'll make a maternity graduation gown if you would like." She gave Lanh a big knowing wink that made Lanh blush as she took the suit from Huy. "Ok, put the trousers and jacket on and let's get you measured up."

"I didn't know you spoke English," said Don as he stepped into a dressing room.

Aunt Suong shrugged. "I didn't know you were family."

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Grant Valley High School had their Senior Valentine's Dance on the second Friday of February, which was February 13th that year and as school tradition dictates, the Valentine's Dance was held in the school gym. Grant Valley is in rural Minnesota, many of the students are low-income farm kids, so having the Valentine's Dance in a big fancy hotel in Bemidji isn't affordable for many students. The traditional Valentine's Dance is for Seniors and Juniors and the Freshmen and Sophomores wait on the Juniors and Seniors. Dinner is a traditional potluck, plenty of hotdish and salads with desserts making up the majority of the meal.

It took Ralph Campbell three tries before he could get Don's bow tie tied. Ralph's friend Sandy tried several times before giving up in frustration. "I don't know what's wrong," she groaned. "All the women on TV and in the movies are able to tie these things."

"They're not really tying them," said Ralph, "they're actresses, they're just pretending to tie them." He snugged the tie up tight and patted it flat as Sandy took picture after picture of father preparing son for the Valentine's Dance. They had a clip-on tie just in case they couldn't get the bow tied, but the clip-on looked horrible compared to a properly tied bow tie.

Don looked incredible; the suit really did look like a tux. Suong had sown black satin on the lapels and strips of satin up the side seams of the trousers, both of which could be easily removed if wanted. She matched the shade of the satin so exactly to the suit that you noticed it, but it didn't stand out, it was a subtle bit of craftsmanship. There were several rips and worn spots that Aunt Suong fixed so well it was impossible to tell there was an imperfection on the suit. She also replaced the faux gold buttons on the blazer with a single black button, eliminated unused button holes, put the same black buttons on the vest and she removed the buttons on the jacket sleeve. It fit like a glove, and thanks to Don's hours of practice with the swim team he was lean, trim at the waist, and his shoulders were broad and powerful. Suong's little adjustments made a $25 suit look like a thousand-dollar Saville Row tuxedo, everything else was all Don.

Sandy nearly wept as she adjusted Don's red pocket square yet again. She had ushered four daughters off to their Valentine's dances and proms and then onto their altars; a boy was just as touching, but in a completely different way. And even though Don isn't her son, she's known him since birth. He was the only son of her best friend, and she watched him become the man she's grown to love. Girls don't really leave your life, in fact they come back with little people that they made, but when a boy sets sail, you never know where he will land. Sandy knew that this thought was causing Ralph a lot of turmoil because he was going to be sending his son off to war soon.

"What's wrong Sandy?" asked Don. All his life Sandy has been "Mrs. Robertson" she gave him piano lessons and she was close to his mother, but lately she had been begging him to call her Sandy. Deep down he had a problem with that; it caught in his throat, yet he knew in his heart that he would be calling her mom someday, she and his dad always looked so happy together.

"Oh," her voice shook with the tears of joy that she fought back. "Just wishing I had a boy of my own to send off to the Valentine's Dance."

"Well, if you ever get around to marrying my dad, you will have one."

"Hush you!" she swatted him in the arm, "let us worry about getting you to the Valentine's Dance first. Let me look at you... oh come on! You look like you're going to your own funeral."

"I'm nervous," muttered Don.

"Of what? You've known Lanh for a couple of years, you're engaged, she's not going to dump you..."

"No, it's not that it's..." he couldn't find the words.

"It's the other kids," said Ralph. "Both Don and Lanh had been the targets of some horrible pranks. That's how they met."

Sandy didn't exactly have the same problem with her daughters, her four girls would beat the hell out of anyone who tried to harass one of their sisters, but she did have a lot of experience with teenage insecurity and eighteen-year-old Don was a walking billboard for teenage insecurity. She stood him in front of a full-length mirror where he could see himself. She stood next to him and said, "What do you see?"

"Me standing next to my piano teacher."

"That's because you're slouching, your drill instructor is going to eat you alive!" said Ralph, a veteran himself.

"Ok," said Sandy, "Roll your shoulders forward, now lift them all the way up, good, now roll them back as far as you can." Don did his best to follow her instructions. "Now just let them drop and hang naturally." This little exercise put Don in the most perfect posture he's ever had. "Now look!"

Don looked and she was right! The slouching Don looked like a beaten wimp inviting another beating. Now he saw himself standing straight, tall, and proud. "Look at you! Suave, debonair, a gentleman spy sent to infiltrate this soiree." Don looked at the man looking back at him, dashing, man-of-the-world, man of action, Agent Double Oh Seven and five eighths. "Are you ready to take on the world Donovan Campbell?"

"Yes, Missus Ro... uh, ma'am... uh, Sandy."

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Over at the Nguyen home Lanh was being prepared for her first public date. She and Don have been inseparable for two years now, but dating is something they haven't really done. They've worked together at the restaurant, the farm, and at school, and in their spare time they've gone to movies, or the truck stop for dinner, ice skating at the hockey rink when it was too cold or too warm to skate on the pond. When they went out someone was always with them, normally it was the twins Kim-ly and Bao, or their friends Rosa Mendez and Sydney McCloskey. The four of them would go to the truck stop for French fries and coffee or to the Outdoor (drive-in movie) with folding chairs, a radio, and a cooler full of refreshments. Even though they were together in school, this was going to be completely different. In school they were invisible, only seen by the other students when the socially acceptable had a need to taunt or torment someone of a lower caste. A Valentine's Dance is where people go to be seen and that terrified Lanh.

Lanh's mother Mai and her sisters Tam and Kim-ly were desperately trying to get Lanh ready for her Valentine's Dance while Lanh seemed to be fighting back. Chattering and laughing in Vietnamese they at least got the dress on her, but Lanh's shyness caused her to fight against them every step of the way. They zipped up the dress and stood Lanh in front of the full-length mirror. "See?" said an exasperated Tam.

"What..." said Lanh, "it looks fine." The reflections showed her mother and sisters peering at her over her shoulders and they all shook their heads.

"It looks like you're wearing a backpack under there," sighed Mai.

"I have to wear a bra," insisted Lanh, "I don't want everyone in class to see my... my..."

"Nipples?" asked Kim-ly in a voice loud enough to embarrass the hell out of her little sister. "We all got 'em, what's the problem?"

Lanh covered her small, firm breasts with her forearms, "I'm not sharing! They're reserved!"

"It's a silk dress," said Tam softly, trying to mellow out Lanh. "The bra straps show through, you look like you're wearing a pack frame under that dress honey." Kim-ly lives to get their little sister agitated, it seems like all Tam does any more is calm down Lanh!

Kim-ly was not going to give Lanh a break. "And what's with the granny panties? It looks like you're smuggling towels." Lanh tensed up and began to shudder, her hands bunched to fists under her chin, her eyes were screwed closed, and she was getting ready to scream. Kim-ly whispered in Lanh's ear, "I got the fix, don't worry." She then looked at Tam and Mai and said "This is sister stuff, you two have to give us room.

"I'm her sister," insisted Tam.

"Shoo! You raised her, not a sister! Now go away!" And Kim-ly was correct, even though Tam is Lanh's oldest sister, when Lanh was born prematurely, she needed round the clock care. Kim-ly and her twin brother Bao were two years older than Lanh and a handful, so Tam began to care for her tiny baby sister while their mother Mai wrangled the twins. Tam had become Lanh's de facto mom for the first eight years of her life.

When they were alone, Kim-ly sat Lanh on the end of the bed and her little sister looked terrified. It finally struck Kim-ly that Lanh truly was her baby sister. In her youth Kim-ly treated Lanh as a doll, a toy to play with then ignore as something else captured her attention. The events of the past two years forced Kim-ly to see Lanh in a whole new light, Kim-ly now realized how far Lanh has advanced emotionally. The tiny girl as a fiancé that she loves dearly and is planning to travel around the world with him, to have marvelous adventures, and to have his children. Meanwhile Kim-ly is still a "party girl," a Friday night hell raiser whose only steady boyfriend is her twin brother.

Lanh was about to say something but Kim-ly held a finger up to her lips then crept silently to the bedroom door then banged on it with her fist with a strike that rattled the house and scared Lanh even worse. Kim-ly held a finger up to silence Lanh and shortly they could hear footsteps slinking away.

"How did you know they were out there?" Lanh asked.

"They gave up too easily," said Kim-ly and she sat down next to Lanh. After a moment she gently took her trembling little sister in her arms. "I am so jealous of you tôm..."

"If you were really that jealous you wouldn't call me shrimp all the time," Lanh pouted. She didn't mind being called shrimp or tôm by people like Don's father Ralph but coming from Kim-ly it felt like an insult. Kim-ly once said that tôm actually meant "Stinky sea-bug."

"If I didn't, you would think that something is up." Kim-ly picked up a brush and started to brush out Lanh's long, perfectly straight black hair. "I never had a Valentine's Dance, neither of us did. Did you know that Bao and I volunteered to chaperone to make this our Valentine's Dance too?" She leaned in and whispered, "We both passed the exam, we got our CPAs! This is like our senior prom; school is finally over for us!" Their eyes met in the mirror and Lanh could see how excited her older sister was. "Bao and I are going into business together, Nguyen Accounting. We each have a client to start with too! I have Campbell's Dairy Farm and Bao has mom and dad's restaurant. We start going over the books on Monday."

How anyone could be excited about accounting was beyond Lanh, but the twins Bao and Kim-ly ate that stuff up and they worked very hard to meet this goal at their young age. Lanh hugged Kim-ly and said, "I'm happy for you." Then looking at her reflection in the mirror she sagged and frowned at what she saw. "I don't know how anyone could be jealous of me."

"I am," insisted Kim-ly, "I have been for a long time." Lanh looked at her like Kim-ly just ate a worm. "I really am, you found a good man who loves you so much... you two were made for each other, and I want you to know that Bao and I will be blind to whatever mischief you two get into. But if anyone picks on you tonight..." Her fist suddenly appeared in front of Lanh's face with lightning speed. "They get Jackie Channed."

Lanh stared wide eyed at Kim-ly's fist just an inch from her nose. She knew that Tam had been dragging Kim-ly and Bao to her martial arts classes and that Jackie Chan was Kim-ly's favorite martial arts champion, but she'd never seen any of them show off one iota of their skills until just now. Lanh very slowly said, "I don't think you're allowed to hit anyone."

Kim-ly lowered her fist and hugged Lanh closely. A vision filled Kim-ly's mind of the terrified, bruised Lanh sitting in the back of an ambulance after she was almost raped last year. Don saved her but he ended up getting beaten nearly to death in the process. "When Joshua Grimes attacked you, Don just jumped right in and stopped him. He didn't care that Grimes was twice his size, Don knew he'd get beaten to a pulp, but he did it without question because he loves you that much. The only one that would do that for me would be Bao, because he's my brother, it's his job."

"He'd get his ass kicked," muttered Lanh who still had nightmares over the beating Don got to protect her.

"What Don did for you... that's love." Kim-ly's beautiful eyes got misty and teary. "I'm never going to find a love like that..." She sniffed back the tears and said, "but Don loves you, and he will stand up to the world for you, that's why you want to look perfect for him." Kim-ly pulled a small package out of her purse and showed Lanh a set of flesh-colored patches. "These are nipple covers, think of them as a strapless bra."

Lanh looked at them suspiciously, they look like a larger version of those little circular band-aids that no one ever uses. "Trust me," said Kim-ly and she urged her skeptical sister to her feet. She unzipped and pulled down the top of the dress, and removed Lanh's little padded bra then applied the nipple covers with a lot more "touchy grabby" than Lanh thought was necessary, then zipped up the dress. "Perfect," smiled Kim-ly.

"I want to see," said Lanh, but Kim-ly kept her from turning to the mirror and handed Lanh a pair of ivory chopsticks that were on her dresser.

"Here, put your hair up while I work on your VPL."

"VPL?" With practiced hands Lanh rolled and wound her hair into a tight bun and pinned it in place with the chop sticks.

"Visible Panty Lines," said Kim-ly as she dropped to her knees, hoisted Lanh's skirt, and swiftly yanked down her panties. "Two pair? No wonder why it looks like you're wearing a diaper."

"I get excited when I dance with Don..." she whined as she stepped out of her panties.

"Ok, let's take a look," and Kim-ly turned Lanh to the mirror and Lanh was startled when she saw a beautiful Asian woman. Gone was the tiny body that could be somebody's kid brother, for the first time Lanh saw the curves that Don constantly assured her were there. The Cheongsam, the skintight high necked red and gold silk Chinese sheath dress, was elegant... SHE was elegant! It clung like a second skin, showing off her small round breasts, her tight waist, her rounded hips. The dress was slit up from the sides to mid-thigh showing off her perfect, deliciously sculpted legs. Panty lines were gone, bra straps eliminated, and rock-hard nipples were safely hidden. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her ass in the mirror and saw that Kim-ly was right about removing the panties. "What do you think?" asked Kim-ly as she wriggled into her own gown.

"It's... I..." Lanh was caught for words.

"Thank you will suffice," said Kim-ly as she turned her back to Lanh who was still trying to come to terms with the vision of the woman who stared at her from the mirror. "Zip me up please," asked Kim-ly and Lanh was awakened from her trance to see that Kim-ly had slipped off her bathrobe and pulled on her beautiful gold formal gown.

"Look!" Lanh gasped, "you're beautiful!"

They stood side by side looking at themselves in the mirror. "So, you like my taste in clothing now, do you?" said Kim-ly.

"You always dress cool," said Lanh starting to feel shame for the anger she tended to feel toward Kim-ly.

"What's that nickname your buddies on the debate team call you?" Kim-ly was thinking about something.

"Lanh Shark." Lanh was a fierce debater leaving the bodies of her opponents scattered in her wake. She knew nothing about the old Saturday Night Live "Land Shark" skit, she's far too young. That reference had to come from one of her debate team members' parents.

"That's not the one I'm thinking of. Some other nickname you have..."

Lanh just shrugged her shoulders and then the sound of Tam's voice came through the closed door, "The swim team calls her the Dragon Lady."

"That's the one," Kim-ly nodded. "Tonight, you are The Dragon Lady. Cool, arrogant, the mystery Vietnamese kingpin with the power of life or death over the peons and petty tyrants."

"I can't do that," whined Lanh.

"Pretend that Coach Mach told you that every one of those people at the Valentine's Dance was your next swimmer to train, and you want them to know that you're not going to be messed with," said Kim-ly. Lanh drew herself up into a pose of strident arrogance. "Perfect!" cried Kim-ly. "Now you have to be like that for the next five hours."

Lanh was the timekeeper for the swim team, and she also helped coach both Don and Rosa Mendez to medals and soon they would be competing at the state championships. She was so intense with her coaching, the swim team began calling her Dragon Lady, little knowing that the Dragon Lady was a pirate character in a comic strip enjoyed by their grandparents decades ago. You could probably claim that there was something racial in that nickname, and maybe it started as a racist slur, but for the members of the Grant Valley High School swim team it was a moniker of admiration and fellowship. Along with Don, the entire swim team would crush anyone who caused any distress to their assistant coach, timekeeper, and good luck mascot.

Kim-ly grabbed the fire engine red lipstick and started to touch up Lanh's lips. "That's mom's dress you're wearing."

"It is?" All Lanh knew was that Tam said it would be perfect for her and Aunt Suong made some adjustments for her.

"Yep, she told me that ba gave it to her for their first Christmas and she wore it to the New Year's Eve party on base where dad was stationed; nine months and ten minutes later Tam was born."

"She did not say that!"

"Tam's birthday is September, count on your fingers. You need to come to grips with the fact that our parents are sexual beings, hell, they're still rocking the foundations... Stop moving! I'll mess up the eyeliner." Kim-ly completed Lanh's war paint with a red eye shadow that matched the lipstick and the crimson Chinese sheath dress that Lanh was wearing. "There, if you don't get laid tonight, you can't get laid."

"We're not getting laid tonight; we have four months to go!" insisted Lanh with a stomp of her tiny foot. Even though both she and Don were eighteen and aching to have sex, they both agreed to save vaginal sex until their wedding in June. Until then they'll just have to put up with every other sexual practice that they can dream up... and as Don finds out, his sweet little fiancé has a vivid imagination.

"Well, just in case, Bao and I got a two-bedroom suite at the Deep Woods Inn where you and your little buddies can party the night away, and if you guys get carried away and break your vows," she bent down to whisper, "It'll be our little secret."

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"Come on you two, the boys are here!" called Tam from somewhere downstairs.

"Ok, you ready?" Kim-ly asked, and with that she and Lanh headed down the stairs slowly, building suspense. Make 'em suffer. Beauty like this must be administered slowly, cautiously. Kim-ly went down the stairs first in order to catch Lanh if she should fall. Kim-ly's full length gown was a spectacular, form fitting creation that left one shoulder bare and shocked her mother and sisters, they had never seen Kim-ly wear something so incredibly beautiful before. Kim-ly is either a tomboy or a party girl when it comes to her taste in clothing, this is the first time since her first communion when she was a child that she had a reason to dress up like this.

Kim-ly hammed it up as she descended the stairs, back straight, chin up, eyes forward, hips swaying with each step she descended and when she reached the ground floor, she was disappointed to find her mom, sister, and Sandy. "I wasted all that energy on my entrance. Where's Bao? Where's dad? Where's..."

"They got tired of waiting for you, so they went out front for coffee," said Mai. She was scowling but her scowl was hiding a smile, her two little girls were finally going to the Valentine's Dance!

Now it was Lanh's turn to come down the stairs. She'd never worn a sheath dress before and even though it was slit up the side to mid-thigh it felt like her legs were tied together when she was on the stairs. It was tempting to hoist the skirt up to her waist and jog down the stairs, but she promised Kim-ly that she would try to look like a fashion model. She thought she was going to fall several times, but when she got down the stairs her reaction was "Where is my fiancé?"

"He's waiting out front with your dad and his dad," said Sandy softly. She's watched the love between Lanh and Don blossom and mature over the past two years, it's so hard to believe that these children will be married in just a matter of a couple months, then they will be heading off somewhere in the world where Don's career in the USAF sends him.

The Nguyen's house was attached to their restaurant and when someone said "out front" they always meant the restaurant. Mai led the way through the kitchen and asked the girls to wait a moment before they came out. Don and Bao waited nervously at the front of the restaurant, already being eyed up by curious customers. They chatted nervously wondering what Mai and Sandy had planned. "Now remember," Kim-ly whispered, "Small steps, don't hurry, and place one foot directly in front of the other foot, let your hips swing."

"I wish I had hips," muttered Lanh at the same time Mai called out from the front "Come out now girls."

"Wait for me to call you," said Kim-ly and she made her way through the kitchen. Kim-ly stepped out of the kitchen like she's done hundreds of times when she was working, but this time it wasn't just one table waiting for her to show up with their dinner, it was an entire restaurant waiting to see her. Not only did her brothers Huy and Trung come to watch, but it also looked to Kim-ly like her parents' entire families came up from Minneapolis to see this. Uncles, aunts, and cousins she hadn't seen in ages were all in the dining area waiting for her with cameras. They even started to applaud!

Kim-ly stopped, did a slow turn, then posed and beckoned to her brother Bao who stepped forward with a corsage, a light pink carnation, and pinned it on her dress, then he awkwardly posed with Kim-ly for pictures. When their moment in the spotlight was done, Kim-ly turned to the kitchen and called, "Come on Lanh!"

For her part, Lanh had been watching everything Kim-ly did and decided to emulate everything that she did. "They're waiting for you honey," said Margaret, their cook.

Lanh nodded and took a deep breath then like she did before every debate with the debate club, she became somebody else. She took slow, measured steps through the kitchen and into the dining area and like Kim-ly she was shocked at the crowd that was there to see her. She even heard their collective gasp as she stepped out of the kitchen, and she was the space of one breath away from dashing back into the kitchen when she saw Don. He was standing just next to Kim-ly in front of the crowd and... my God that suit looked good on him!

Keeping her eyes fixed on Don, she stepped forward. Slow, careful steps, hips shifting as she moved, her eyes locked on to his. He looked so happy to see her, it made Lanh want to giggle but she was somebody else, she was the Dragon Lady. The cameras started to flash as she walked toward Don, but they didn't matter. Don's expression started to become hungry, and a quick glance downward showed that she was causing an erection, which is what mattered.

Don stepped up to her and they stood scant inches apart in front of friends and relatives and all that Lanh could notice was the heat radiating from Don's body. She looked up into his blue eyes, as he looked down in her beautiful, almost black, almond shaped eyes, their lips growing closer, dare they kiss in front of everyone? For a brief, breath taking moment their lips touched, in that moment Don could have unzipped her dress and had his way with her in front of her entire family and all she could have said would have been, "more!" But Don was a gentleman and their lips just brushed and he eased back to the disappointment of the photographers in the room.

Clearing his throat, Don produced a pure white orchid wrist corsage in a clear box, Lanh sighed in relief that he didn't have to run a pin through this silk dress, and in a matter of moments the orchid was adorning Lanh's wrist. She responded in kind by pinning a smaller matching orchid to his lapel. "You look so beautiful," Don whispered.

Lanh now realized that Don was not going to look this hot for their wedding, this $25 suit was tailored for him and the tux they rented was not, which came as a bit of a relief to her, she would need to keep her mind on the ceremony and Don looking this hot at the altar would not help at all.

They turned to face the crowd of gawkers and their hands met, their fingers entwined, and they both wished they could convince their chaperones to skip the dance and head straight to the motel for a quiet evening with friends.

Don and Lanh suffered through pictures with each other, then pictures with Bao and Kim-ly, then when Sydney and Rosa showed up, pictures with various combinations. Getting anxious to get this over Lanh quietly huffed to Don, "We can get the swim team and debate team here to pose with us too!"

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Don, Lanh, Sydney, and Rosa arrived at the school and faced the "walk in" where couples entered through a ''gauntlet" of parents, relatives, and friends all armed with cameras. Bao and Kim-ly were already there at the school having left the restaurant early while photo sessions continued. It was a cold, blustery evening, so the girls wore their long coats over their gowns while the guys toughed it out in blazers and sometimes just vests. Don was lucky and borrowed an overcoat from his dad.

Don hung their coats on coat hooks in the hallway then they entered the multi-purpose room, a gymnasium with a stage at one end and a kitchen at the other end. It was once used as the main auditorium and the gymnasium, and cafeteria but with the additions to the building, it is now primarily used as a secondary gymnasium and the stage is used for drama club and band practice. What was once the balcony is now a weight room.

When they entered the multipurpose room, it was a symphony in red, pink, and white. Valentines' hearts, cupids, and flowers were everywhere, the walls were festooned with posters and cut-outs made from pink and red posterboard. Each table had a centerpiece made of tissue paper flowers and Valentine hearts sprouting from a glass vase filled with pink and red glass beads.

Being members of the swim team and state caliber in the 200 freestyle, Coach Mach wanted Don, Rosa, and Lanh front and center where they can be seen, he expected a lot out of them, and he wanted the Woodcutters of Grant Valley High to know their future heroes. But Don, Lanh and Sydney wanted to stay as far out of the spotlight as possible. They settled on a table near where the chaperones were sitting which was good, Lanh and Don could lean over and chat with Bao and Kim-ly, and they were fairly close to the potluck table, so their waiter and waitress didn't have far to go.

Kim-ly and Bao had a lot of fun being chaperones, they were only three years older than the students and some of the younger students thought they were Seniors. They danced together to some of the fast songs and all of the slow songs and occasionally one of the students would ask them if they were married. At first Bao would laugh at the question, but later as the evening progressed, the couple would simply smile.

"Did they just kiss?" Don whispered to Lanh.

"Who?"

"Bao and Kim-ly, I swear they just kissed." Don was quite shocked.

"Oh, them. They've always been kissy-kissy," explained Lanh. "Má said that they were practically born holding hands. Do you have twins in your family?"

Don thought for a moment. "No, I'll ask dad and Grumpy, but I don't think so."

Lanh laughed, "Grumpy? Who's Grumpy?"

Don chuckled, "Haven't I mentioned Grandpa Odie? We all call him Grumpy because he truly is grumpy. Grumpy Odie and Hilde are my mom's folks. My mom was a bit like you, the youngest of seven, so I have a ton of cousins that are a lot older than me. Sandy knows Grumpy and Hilde and you'll be meeting them pretty soon."

Lanh shrugged nervously, Don has met so many of her relatives, but Lanh hasn't met any of his, what are they going to think when they come to the wedding and see their Norwegian/Irish relative marrying an Asian girl? What are they going to say when they find out that many of her relatives barely speak any English.

The kids that were serving the Juniors and Seniors generally congregated around the snack table and went to the senior that raised their hand to request something, but Don and Lanh's table had a self-appointed dedicated pair of Sophomores who waited on them constantly and were invited to sit with them. Angela Stanbury was a member of the Lanh Sharks, which is what the debate team called themselves after four winning years in a row under the direction of Lanh, and Rob Kemner a member of the swim team, he's heard the Dragon Lady "sing" as the swimmers called Lanh's high-pitched shouting at Rosa and Don as they practiced. It was annoying but it produced results.

"Miss... Nguyen?" asked Rob quietly.

When Lanh didn't respond Don gave her a gentle nudge with his elbow, "He's talking to you honey."

"Huh? Oh, I didn't realize, I'm not... heh..." it was clear that Lanh was not ready to be called "Miss Nguyen" by anyone younger than her. Finally collecting herself she asked, "What can I do for you Rob?"

"I was just wondering if you could train me in the 200-meter freestyle next year. I know you're graduating and all but..."

Lanh considered his request, he is a good swimmer, he just needs some discipline and a lot of practice. However,... "Rob, I'd really love to help you, but I won't be here."

"Oh, you're going to college I suppose," said Rob.

"We're getting married in May, and then we're going somewhere," smiled Lanh. She turned to Don and said, "Where do we want to go?" In all of their talks about what they want to do with this broad happy future laid out before them, they never once spoke about where they wanted to go while they were in the USAF.

"I want to go someplace warm," said Don, "like Florida, or Texas. Where do you want to go?"

"Someplace exotic like Tahiti or Hawaii," then she whispered in Don's ear, "I'll learn to do the Hula for you."

"That would be so nice, on the beach, under a coconut palm..."

Lanh and Don were talking softly while Rob and Angie tried to politely get Lanh's attention. "Ya blew it kid," grinned Rosa. "You let them start dreaming."

Besides Don and Sydney, Rosa Mendez was one of Lanh's only friends in High School. At five foot six Rosa is a full head taller than Lanh and she looks like a swimmer. She has strong, powerful legs, broad shoulders, and powerful arms yet at the same time is slim. She keeps her jet-black hair trimmed short and is planning to let it grow out the minute that swimming is over.

Sydney McCloskey nodded in agreement, "You let them get away champ."

For a long time, Syd was Lanh's only friend in High School. Syd is five foot two inches tall, putting her six inches taller than Lanh. They befriended each other on the first day of their freshman year, the day that Don fell in love with Lanh but didn't have the courage to say anything to her. Syd was just on the edge of being chubby, she had large breasts and a round face which makes her appear to be fat (which she is not) and the guys avoided her throughout high school. Right now, she and last year's senior swimming champ, Craig Lewicki, are making eyes at each other, but Craig is currently seeing Cindy Reece the outgoing head cheerleader.

"What do you mean get away, they're right here," sputtered Rob.

"Their bodies are here," said Kim-ly, "but their brains are on a beach somewhere." She snapped her fingers loudly next to Don's ear breaking him out of the trance he was in, discussing topless hula dancing with Lanh.

"What?" asked the startled Don.

"You have guests!" said Kim-ly as she leaned over between Lanh and Don giving Rob a nice eyeful down her neckline. Unlike her mother and her little sister, Kim-ly has marvelous breasts for her slim frame, so does her sister Tam. Kim-ly often teased Lanh saying that the boob fairy passed her and their mom by.

"I'm sorry," said Lanh, "what did you say?"

Blushing, Rob asked, "I was asking what I could do to improve my times in the two hundred."

Lanh thought about it for a while, then she brightly said, "swim faster." She waited and looked around the table for a reaction, and when she didn't get a laughing response she said, "What's wrong with you guys, that was a good joke!"

"No," said Rosa, "I know jokes, that one wasn't a very good effort."

"Nope," said Syd shaking her head, "I expected more from you, I really did." For his part Don was having a tough time keeping a straight face.

"Aww, I thought it was pretty good," moaned Lanh, then suddenly the whole table started laughing. "You guys!" she pouted. She had been had. "Ok, you need a personal coach, someone like Angela." Lanh knew Angela from the Debate team, she was cute, smart, and she was crazy about Rob. "Angie, you need to come to swim team practice on Tuesday."

"I what?" asked the surprised blond.

"You're in training to be the team timekeeper for next year."

"What about debate?" asked Angie.

"Do both," said Lanh, as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do. She didn't realize that there were people on earth that considered maintaining an A+ average, planning a wedding, captaining the debate team, coaching two swimmers, working on a farm, and waiting tables in a restaurant an insurmountable challenge for a teenager. For Lanh it was fun, and she was blessed that she found a lover who was able to keep up with her.

It was a wonderful evening, their friends and teammates from the debate team and swim team stopped by their table to greet them. A few of their classmates came to taunt them, a couple came by to harass Lanh for the grief she got last semester in Miss Weberman's AP Literature class. Berniece Weberman, known to many of her students as "Beached Whale" is a teacher who for some reason chose to harass Lanh over her Vietnamese heritage. Most found themselves intercepted by Bao and Kim-ly who were looking out for their little sister.

"Who was that blob?" asked Bao interrupting a conversation Lanh was having with a couple of girls from the debate team. The girls were shocked and delighted to see that their team captain had shown up to a dance.

"That was beached whale," said one of the debate team members without looking to see who Bao was indicating.

"Weberman?" said Kim-ly shocked that they came to that conclusion. "You didn't even look; how can you tell?"

"You said blob," which caused laughter throughout the table, but Don glanced in the direction that Bao indicated.

"Yes, that is Miss Weberman," he said.

"You're kidding me, that's a teacher?" gasped Kim-ly. "She looked at me like I was some kind of leper. I'm going to talk to your principal about this!"

"Kim-ly, please," Don implored, "Not during the dance. We're having a nice time. Monday you can storm into her office and raise hell about the beached... uh... Miss Weberman."

Kim-ly finally gave in, but she spent the night intercepting Miss Weberman whenever Bernice got it in her mind to go speak to Lanh. Having minored in Literature Kim-ly was able to come up with an abundance of questions to ask Bernice should the beached whale come close. Most had to do with the abundance of patriotism in the works of civil war era writers like Ambrose Bearce and Walt Witman which were engineered to get under Miss Weberman's acres of socialist skin.

Another target of Kim-ly and Bao was Cindy Reece, a blond, cheerful cheerleader who absolutely hated Lanh. Sadly, she came with her boyfriend, Craig Lewicki, Don's mentor in the swim team. Craig graduated last year but he is still around, Don had asked him to be his best man. When he came by to speak with Don and Lanh, Cindy remained silent because she had promised Craig that she would behave and hold her tongue around Lanh. She just tapped her foot and rolled her eyes like a petulant child as Don and Craig spoke.

Finally, as they stepped away from Don and Lanh's table Cindy said, "Did you see that? She had chopsticks in her hair!" she rolled her eyes in disgust. "Third world animals! It's like if I used a fork and a spoon in my hair!"

"Those aren't chopsticks," said Kim-ly who was following Cindy. "You can't eat with them, if you noticed they were sharpened to a point." Which was true, they were sharpened to a very sharp point, the point made it easier to push through a tightly wound bun of hair. "In Vietnam they're called Gậy giết người, which means murder sticks." When Cindy gave her a shocked look, Kim-ly continued, "you know, many hair products are fatal if introduced into the blood stream."

When Cindy and Craig were out of ear shot, Cindy nervously trying to convince Craig that Lanh was going to kill her, Bao said to his twin sister, "Gậy giết người? Nghiêm trọng?" (Murder sticks? Seriously?)

Kim-ly responded, "Hoạt náo viên, họ sẽ tin bất cứ điều gì." (Cheerleaders, they'll believe anything.)

As the opening strains to "Right Here Waiting For You" started, Bao chuckled and led her out on the dance floor, "You're so bad."

"That's why you love me," Kim-ly smiled, as he led her in a dance through the sweet love song, but she noticed that his eyes were straying to Rosa Mendez all evening long. To break herself out of a mood she was swinging toward, Kim-ly said, "We need to get Don and Lanh out onto the dance floor."

"I take it you know a song they like?" asked Bao.

Kim-ly smiled and gave her brother a quick kiss, "It's their song." At the end of the song Bao made sure their dance ended at the DJ's table.

"Hey buddy, we have a request," said Bao.

"I got a ton of requests," said the DJ as he held a list up. "I don't know if I'll get to them all by the end of the evening." A twenty-dollar bill appeared, and the DJ brightened up. "I got the top of the stacks, the best in wax, a slot two songs down opened up, what would you like to hear?"

Lanh had been wearing a shawl all evening long claiming that it was chilly, but it was actually warm in the gym. Lanh was afraid to show off her dress. As she and her friends laughed at something silly Rosa just said, the DJ announced, "Here's a special song going out from The Twins to Don and the Dragon Lady, your love is a symbol to us all... here's Elton John..." then the words of their song started:

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside...

Suddenly Lanh's self-image and fear of the other students fled, this was their song. She left her shawl behind and as Don led her out onto the dance floor the crowds of students that tortured them for four years because of their appearance faded away.

This song is the song that brought her a gift from God, a man that loves her and protects her, a friend she can sit up with all night long and talk about books and movies, a soul mate that doesn't mind if she pours out her heart to a goldfish, a fiancé that will hold her hand and guide her for the rest of her life. The feel of her hand in his, his hand on the small of her back, leading her to the soft melody of pure love, the smiles, the whispered encouragement, this is what she wanted and dreamed of without actually realizing how wonderful it would be when it happened.

For their part, the students and faculty of Grant Valley school paused... this was Lanh? Don? The butt of the jokes? The target of slurs and innuendos? This couldn't be real! They were transformed from nerds to an elegant Asian seductress and a broad-shouldered young man that had a series of freshman girls swooning! They looked so beautiful together, gone was the acne of their pre-teen years, the glasses held together with electrical tape, his worn and faded clothes, her braces. Now he was wearing a tailored tuxedo and she was beautiful in a dress that makes her Asian heritage a thing of mystery and beauty. They still wore glasses, but Lanh wore wire rims that framed her beautiful eyes like a set of twin masterpieces. They moved together in perfect harmony alone on the dancefloor, the other students watching in slack jawed admiration forgetting that they were allowed out on the floor also.

They were soon joined by Bao and Kim-ly, the students didn't know them, but a few members of the faculty remembered Kim-ly, a troublemaker who had the "in-crowd" shrieking in terror with her antics and pranks at their expense. They were also remembered for being science and math wizzes that soared through everything that Grant Valley had to offer and were gone in two years headed to Minnesota U. at Bemidji. They looked elegant also, and maybe a bit close for brother and sister, but then they were always a team that prowled the halls of Grant Valley together.

Kim-ly wore a form hugging gold colored formal gown that looked far too formal for a school dance. The dress left her left shoulder bare and the fabric that swept over her right shoulder crossed over her right breast, was gathered in a belt at the left hip then swept straight downward in folded pleats that left her left leg bare as she danced. The gold color highlighted Kim-ly's lightly tanned skin that showed her visits to a tanning parlor perfectly. Bao wore a tan suit that matched her gown beautifully and it too was tailored wonderfully letting Don and Lanh know that he too made a trip to visit Aunt Suong.

Their dances complimented each other, because both couples had been practicing in Don and Ralph's hayloft getting ready for the big wedding, they didn't want to be shown up by the other couples. Mai and Duong have been dancing together for decades, Ralph and Sandy were often seen dancing at country bars, and it was rumored that Trung and Angela had been taking lessons! At least they could show up Tam, as far as they knew she didn't have a date for the wedding.

However, Lanh and Don weren't paying attention to Kim-ly and Bao, they were lost in their own world. Don held his tiny love close as the song changed from Elton John to Lionel Richie. Don ran his hand up and down Lanh's back and realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Commando?" was all he said. In response Lanh just pulled him closer and let the romantic song carry her away. As the song reached its romantic peak, Don grasped Lanh's hair bun and she looked up to his eyes with adoration in her eyes and they kissed long and sweet, there in the middle of the gymnasium where their love first took hold two years ago.

As they kissed, Miss Weberman saw what they were doing and headed toward them, like a broad beamed aircraft carrier turning into the wind, Miss Weberman advanced on the couple in the middle of the dance floor, leaving dazed couples choking on the exhaust fumes of her cheap perfume in her wake. Just as her bulk drew within striking distance of Don and Lanh, Kim-ly and Bao drew up. "Miss Weberman!" said Kim-ly far too cheerily. Anyone who knows Kim-ly knows that this particular tone of voice means that Kim-ly is up to something.

Bernice turned to Kim-ly and said "Yes, Miss... I'm sorry, I missed your name at the introductions before the dance began." It was a lie, Bernice knew that Bao and Kim-ly were Lanh's siblings, which made them Vietnamese and detestable, they were beneath her. She held all Vietnamese people responsible for her father's injury during the war and therefore inferior beings. Probably not human at all.

Seeing that she had Weberman's attention, Kim-ly trained her guns on the portly killjoy. She ignored Bernice's response and said, "Miss Weberman! My kid sister tells me that you know more about American literature than any other teacher here!"

"Why yes, I'd have to agree with your sister's analysis." Miss Weberman's voice sounded like a Saturday Night Live parody of a chubby teacher.

Target acquired. Open fire. "In 'An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge' do you think Ambrose Bearce was trying to out Poe Edgar Allen Poe? Or was he commenting on the utter failure of the proto-Marxist leanings of the failed Confederacy that modern socialists should strive to learn from and ... Miss Weberman? Miss Weberman?"

"She left," said Bao.

"Damn!" chuckled Rosa who was dancing with a Junior, "I didn't understand a word of what Special K said, but I wanted to hear the answer."

"I was saying that it is time to head out," said Kim-ly as the lights came up and the freshmen and sophomores started cleaning up.

"We have to stay to ensure that the cleanup happens," said Bao. He handed a card to Don and said "Suite 103 at the Deep Woods Inn. Please don't tear the place up before we get there."

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It was an hour later after the dance was cleaned up, trash hauled off and leftovers shared with the workers, that Bao and Kim-ly could head over to the Deep Woods Inn. When they got to the motel, Kim-ly and Bao found Sydney McClosky and Rosa Mendez sitting on the couch watching TV, each had a wine cooler in their hand and a few empty bottles sitting on the table before them. Both girls were dressed in T-shirts and jeans. On the love seat was a blanket which probably covered Lanh and Don. There was a lot of motion and suppressed laughter under the blanket but so far, no faces emerged.

The suite was pretty awesome for a rural Minnesota motel, it had a large living room/dinette, kitchenette, and two bedrooms, each one with a bathroom that has a tub and shower. It was a better living space than a "luxury" studio apartment in the area. "We come bearing chow!" announced Bao as they placed several aluminum trays on the kitchen counter.

"What did you bring?" came a voice from under the blanket.

"Ambrosia, Norwegian meatballs, and 'tater tot hotdish," said Kim-ly as she popped a tiny meatball in her mouth. Ambrosia is canned fruit salad drained of syrup, mixed with whipped topping, mini marshmallows, and shredded coconut. Tater tot hotdish is a casserole containing tater tots, ground beef, cheese, and quite often the staple of northern plains cooking, cream of mushroom soup. As for the meatballs, any bland dish that contained ingredients she can't identify is labeled as "Norwegian" by Kim-ly.

"AMBROSIA!" Lanh sprung from under the blanket and dashed to the kitchenette wearing a tight cotton "wife beater," a pair of Don's boxer shorts, and her wrist corsage. Her small firm breasts and erect nipples were clearly displayed by the tank top and Kim-ly was impressed. "You better be careful; you could put somebodies eye out with those things."

"Now you see why I have to wear a padded bra to school?" Lanh said as she arched her back thrusting her nipples forward. She clearly had an entire wine cooler, which considering her small frame was enough to make her quite tipsy. Don came up behind Lanh and wrapped his arms around her, he was dressed similarly in a tank top and boxer shorts. Lanh grabbed his wrists and moved his hands up to cover her breasts. "There, you be my bra, so I'm not embarrassed."

"You're drunk," chuckled Don, "I may have to cut you off."

Lanh reached behind her and began to massage Don's cock and balls through his boxers and soon he started to become erect. "I may have to cut you off too," said Lanh with an evil grin. She somehow got his cock out of his boxers through the fly and began to tug at his cock. A small drop of precum began to form at the head of his cock and Lanh began to rub the slippery precum around on the head of his cock causing Don excruciating pleasure. His body jerked with the sensation of her finger sliding over the meatus, the opening in the head of his cock. He tried to pretend nothing was happening other than cupping her breasts.

Kim-ly knew better. She stood just a couple paces next to them and was able to see what Lanh's naughty hands were doing. She clearly saw Don's cock emerging from his shorts, she saw it swelling, growing, and she saw her little sisters delicate hands manipulate it with skill and familiarity. Then Lanh turned around pressing her hips against his to hide his swollen cock and she seductively licked the tip of her finger then kissed Don.

"What is with the boxers and tank tops?" demanded Bao.

"Don likes to dress like this when he relaxes so I'm joining him," said Lanh as her lips parted Don's lips.

"You guys are so weird," said Bao. Wearing a tank top and boxers was a pretty weird way to prank Don, but it made Lanh happy, so Bao decided to roll with it. However, he was having a difficult time getting over the fact that his little sister was so hot for this guy. Not long ago she would have died of shame if someone had implied that she had nipples, now she's showing them off... well, kind of.

Lanh got her bowl of ambrosia and another wine cooler and dashed back to the love seat with her arm covering her breasts and she ducked under the blanket before Rosa and Syd could see what happened. Don grabbed a beer and some "Norwegian Meatballs" and joined Lanh on the love seat while Bao and Kim-ly disappeared as promised. The friends stayed up for a while watching a comedy on TV, then Syd said, "We gotta go, dad wants me in by one."

"That's a shame," said Don, "Are you staying Rosa?"

"Nope," said Rosa getting up and getting her dress together. "Syd's dad said one AM."

"What's going on, a sleepover?"

"Kind of," said Rosa. "The day I hit eighteen the money for fostering me ended and my foster monster kicked me out. Syd's folks took me in until I finish school." Like Don and Lanh, Rosa had been held back a year. For Don it was emotional issues after his mom's death, for Lanh it was health issues connected with her premature birth, but for Rosa it was her wild rebellious ways a few years ago that caused her to repeat her freshman year. "I need to find work the minute you two say "I do" because Syd's folks let me know that this was a very, very temporary arrangement."

"You come talk to my mom and dad," said Lanh. "Do it tomorrow, we're always looking for people. The shop is getting busier every day."

"Same here," said Don. "We always need a strong back and a weak mind on the farm and there's plenty of empty rooms in that farmhouse."

"I'll do it," said Rosa as they headed for the door.

Lanh got up to follow the girls to the door taking the blanket with her. Don jumped up and went with her, keeping the blanket around them both to hide his aching erection and to hide the fact that her boxer shorts were laying on the love seat.

"Sydney, you make sure she talks to my mom tomorrow, ok?" demanded Lanh.

"I will."

"Are you sure you're good to drive?"

"Yes mom," sighed an exasperated Syd. She only had a couple of wine coolers, and if they get home on time her folks won't freak out, but it would have been nice to party a little longer.

After Syd and Rosa left, Lanh turned to Don, and they kissed deeply. Their kiss was long and passionate, and it left their heads spinning as their lips parted. "Mmmm, I love you so much," growled Don.

"I know what you need," said Lanh and she slipped off her little cotton tank top and she stood before him wearing only her wrist corsage. She drew her fingertips up and down the length of his hard cock that was straining the seams of his boxers. "I'm going to draw us a bath. Give me a couple of minutes then bring some wine." And with that she sashayed to their room, her cute little ass swaying with each step. Don watched transfixed as his sexy little kitten stopped, put her hand on her hip and looked back at him, then she entered their bedroom and Don stood shaking his head. He snapped out of his trance and grabbed a couple of wine coolers and hurried after her.

Neither Lanh nor Don noticed that the door to the other bedroom was slightly open, and they were being watched. "Did you see that?" Bao whispered.

"That's your little sister you perv!" hissed Kim-ly. She rubbed her naked breasts on Bao's back and whispered, "You're hard for her!" Kim-ly's hand stroked slowly up and down Bao's hard dick.

"I'm hard for her older sister," said Bao as he quietly closed the door. He tried to turn around, but his effort failed as Kim-ly began gnawing on his neck and the fingertips of her free hand sought out his nipple. "Ohhh yeah, right there," Bao groaned as her fingertip found his nipple and started circling the sensitive nub. "Oh god I love you," he moaned as she teased his nipple and amplified the pleasure of her sweet, sweet stroking.

"No," said Kim-ly, "you just love what I do to you."

That hurt, but she may be right. She was his perfect lover, it's like they were born knowing how to turn each other on, how to touch each other in just the right way. Kim-ly started kissing her way down his spine, each brush of her lips caused another thrill, and she kissed lower and lower. Her hand lost contact with his nipple but her right hand continued to stroke his cock and her kisses continued to travel downward. His breathing became ragged as he realized what her target was. "You don't have to..."

"You like this," said Kim-ly. "Let me do it."

Bao could practically hear her grin, so beautiful, so kinky, Bao wished for the millionth time that he were somebody else so he could capture and keep this woman all to his very own. He truly does love her, but she was right, he especially loves what she does to him... and how she does it. Her hands clasped his ass cheeks and spread them wide, her tongue delicately flickered over his exposed asshole. The overwhelming sensations took over and he leaned over, exposing himself and allowing her tongue to swirl around then finally slither into his anus.

"Ohhhh gawd!" he cried as waves of pleasure radiated out from his anus, her tongue glided in and out of his ass, thrusting a little bit deeper with each plunge. Soon he was pushing back as she thrust in, he couldn't believe how good that felt. Her hand was back at his cock, thumb and forefinger circling the shaft and stroking maniacally as her tongue continued to penetrate his asshole. "My gawd Kimmy!" he cried using the name he used for her since they first learned to speak words.

Kim-ly grabbed his hips and twisted him around and she plunged his cock into her mouth and began to swallow her twin brother, her first love. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft grunting her pleasure, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..." There was something about having a man that you love in your mouth, your tongue and lips sliding sensuously up and down his shaft, a shaft that you brought to life. To feel the warmth of his flesh, to feel the spongy head of his cock in your throat, to know that at any time he is going to spurt his sperm... the thought that she would be tasting his ejaculate soon was another thrill...

Now his hands held the sides of her head guiding her mouth up and down, she would not allow any other man to do this, maybe some day in the future, but right now this is their thing. Kim-ly continued to drive her brother to ecstasy, slobbering on his shaft, sucking and swallowing, her tongue sliding on the underside.

"Kimmy! I'm going to cum..." he groaned. With a grunt his orgasm struck. Wave after wave of explosive release washed over him as his twin sister nursed at his cock, swallowing every drop of sperm that burst from his cock. The pleasure of his sisters mouth was indescribable as he jerked and spasmed from the intensity of her ministrations. Soon it was too much, and he pulled his cock from Kim-ly's hungry mouth.

"That didn't take you long," she said with a grin and a waggle of her eyebrow. Kim-ly loves it when she can make a man come quickly with her hand and her mouth. The splash of semen in her mouth or on her tits is like applause, a sign that she did a good job and that he appreciated her efforts. She stood and leaned forward, it felt so good pressing her naked body against his, his cock wilting in her hand. She kissed her brother like few women ever kissed their brothers, his cum on her lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth.

"Oh my god," said Bao with a slight chuckle as their lips parted and they snuggled like lovers. "I am never going to find a woman as good as you."

"No, you're not." She led him away from the door, her hand cupping his balls, and she pulled him toward the bed. "Come on, you have work to do."

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A little transistor radio in the corner played top 40 ballads and candles flickered on the vanity next to the sink. Don and Lanh reclined in the bathtub kissing, welcoming the newly started Valentine's day. They expected their first bath together to be more fun than this, the tub was small, and the water cooled quickly. Don had to keep adding hot water, but they were close, wet, and naked and there was nothing more they could want. They don't often get the chance to relax and explore each other's naked bodies. It's too cold to hide in the hayloft and there's never a chance to be alone in the Campbell or Nguyen home, someone is always there.

They were reclining in the water, facing each other, and Don was massaging Lanh's tiny feet as she lay back enjoying the sensations. Occasionally he would suckle on her tiny toes making her squirm and giggle at the sensations. "What was the first thing you noticed about me when we first met?" she asked.

"It had to be those big old hooters of yours," said Don with a grin. "I saw those knockers and I said I gotta get my hands on those boobs... Ow!" Lanh was able to worm her foot loose from his grip and give him a kick. When they met, she was flat as a board just starting to develop into the shapely woman that she is now.

"No! I'm serious, I want to know, what attracted you to me."

Finally serious, Don started massaging Lanh's foot again and said, "Your eyes, when I saw you at freshman orientation in ninth grade, I saw your eyes and immediately fell in love with you..." Don suddenly realized how far he went - way too far. He was terrified that she would think he's a creepy stalker now. Instead, she looked confused.

"My eyes? My eyes are squinty and narrow, I'm planning on surgery before the wedding," said Lanh. With a thumb and forefinger above and below each eye she stretched the skin around her eyes to straighten the epicanthal folds and make her eyes rounder.

"WHAT?" Don looked horrified. "You're... you... NO! Don't do it, you're beautiful!"

"I look sneaky."

"No, you're stunning, I love your eyes just like that... please don't do it."

Don looked so terrified that Lanh felt sorry for him, she stopped stretching her eyes out and cuddled up to Don resting her cheek on his chest. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd like it."

"No, it's one of the things that makes you Lanh," said Don. "What would happen if you changed your eyes, dyed your hair, and changed your name to Linda? What would our kids say? They're going to be born with black hair and beautiful eyes looking as beautiful as you are right now and they're going to ask what happened to my eyes?"

"I'm sorry," said Lanh, "I didn't realize." She kissed his shoulder then paused... "Ninth grade?" She sat up and looked him in the eyes, "Ninth grade? You didn't say anything to me for a year and a half?"

"I'm sorry, I was terrified that I would say the wrong thing and you would leave..." his voice trailed off sadly. He regrouped and said, "I guess the best thing that ever happened to me was being tricked into dancing with you, now I get to look into your eyes all night long for the rest of my life." He pulled her up close for a kiss. "I have something for you," Don said as their lips parted from their gentle, passionate kiss.

"I know," she grinned, and she stroked his cock.

"What happened to that sweet little girl that I knew... so innocent and naïve?"

Lanh leaned forward and kissed his nipple. "I don't know, you licked her pussy one day, and she disappeared and here I am."

"See? You said pussy. The other Lanh would never have said that, not even talking about a cat. Well, whichever one you are, I have a little Valentines gift for you," said Don. He reached out of the tub to where his clothing lay and grabbed a little package that was hiding under his clothing. He handed her the small box and said, "This is yours now, but you have to wear it for our wedding."

Lanh sat up and dried her hands then took the box from him. She opened it up and took out a necklace that featured a heart-shaped pendant with two diamonds. "Oh my!" gasped Lanh. Her hands began trembling. Then she replaced the necklace and started pushing the box back into his hands. "No, it's beautiful, I love it, but take it back, we can't afford it."

"Don't worry about that, it's a family heirloom." He pushed it back into Lanh's hands and said, "Dad told me that he remembered his mom wearing it every Sunday for church, he gave it to my mom when they got married. This is dad's way of saying welcome to the Campbell family."

"How old is it?" she gasped as she looked at it again. She was surprised how the gold and diamonds were able to glitter in the candlelight.

"I don't know," said Don, "I know my Grandpa Bran Campbell gave it to my grandma before they got married, but he probably didn't buy it, it's been in the family for ages." Lanh looked at it for a long time turning the box one way or another looking at how the pendant glittered in the romantic candlelight. "Dad gave it to me right after I proposed to you. I had it cleaned and polished right away and just got it back yesterday," said Don. "Do you like it?"

To answer, Lanh straddled Don which brought his throbbing erection dangerously close to her pussy and kissed him sweetly and passionately. "I love it," she finally panted, her eyes spinning with emotion, "and I can't wait to give it to our daughter."

"I can't wait to get started on that," said Don.

It didn't take long to relocate from the bathroom to the bedroom, although Don did have to go out to the kitchen to get more ambrosia and wine coolers. He returned to the room and Lanh was putting the necklace back in the box. "I wanted to see that on you," said Don as he took his robe off and opened a drink for Lanh.

"You'll see it at the wedding," she said as she took a sip of her wine cooler.

"Come on, put it on," chided Don, but Lanh continued to refuse to wear it.

"It's too precious." She looked very serious about that. "I don't want to take it with us when we're in the Air Force. I don't want a chance that it could be left in another country."

"What are you going to do?" asked Don as he lay down next to her.

"When you go to basic training, I'm going to put it on the mantlepiece in the living room, and when we come home for good you can put it back on me."

"Deal," said Don and he leaned over and planted a kiss on her hip. "When I walked past Kim-ly and Bao's room it sounded like they were having sex."

"Oh, those two! Always clowning around..." then Lanh gave a gasp as Don flipped her over face down and stroked his fingernails on the underside of her knees then stroked his finger between her small ass cheeks. "What are you doing to me?" Lanh asked.

Don stretched out on Lanh's back, his cock in the crack of her ass, his legs holding her legs down, his arms wrapped around hers. He had her delightfully pinned to the mattress and he kissed and gnawed gently at the back of her neck and whispered, "How does this feel?"

Lanh shifted under Don then finally said, "a little scary."

"Scary bad? Scary sexy?"

"Scary sexy," she said, "real sexy." She trusted Don. He could have grabbed her, tossed her down and fucked her any one of a dozen ways, but he didn't, in fact when they get hot more often than not it's Don who cools their impulses. She felt him align the head of his cock with her tiny anus and she started to push back, but he retreated. "Please," she pleaded, "I want to feel you in me."

He desperately didn't want her to feel any pain, but he wanted to be inside of her as badly as she wanted to feel him inside of her. "I don't want you to hurt, not tonight. After June we can do anything that you want, and quite a few things I want."

"Please!" she begged, "I have some lube in my bag."

Don had never heard her so insistent, she was almost in tears, so he reached over and opened the bag she pointed to and found a bottle of Astro Glide. With a worried sigh he lubed up his cock and her tiny sphincter then pulled her up to her hands and knees and lined up his rock-hard cock with her ass. "Ok, it's all you."

Lanh looked back at Don over her shoulder and gave a nervous smile. Then she bit her lower lip as she began to push back. Don was sure that Lanh was going to stop, she was too tense, too tight. But she kept pushing back, her face screwed up and finally she smiled and relaxed and Don was shocked when his cock started sliding into her ass. The tight ring of her sphincter slowly slid down the length of his cock with strangling tightness. After what seemed like eternity the ring of her sphincter reached the root of his cock, the cheeks of her ass were pressed against his groin.

"Oh my god!" Don groaned. "How did you...?"

"I was practicing." It did hurt, but at the same time it was marvelous! Don was inside of her for the first time, he was a few gentle strokes away from fucking her and if ba (dad) asks if they had sex she can say "I'm still a virgin."

Lanh started to slide forward, and Don groaned at the intense pleasure of the warm, wet, friction. He watched his cock emerge from her tiny, tight pore, and he had to stop her before he popped out completely. He was afraid that the teasing in the bath and this slow, delicious friction had him so hot that he was ready to pop at any moment. He could feel her heartbeat! "How did you practice?" he said as he tried not to gasp at the incredible pleasure of Lanh pushing back, swallowing his dick to the root with her anus.

"Kim-ly's toybox," said Lanh as she sighed, Kim-ly had promised her that when she's fucking the real thing there comes to a point where the pleasure overcomes the pain, and she's getting very close to that point right now. "She has a collection of dildos; I practiced for this moment and worked my way up from small to Don."

Lanh's choice of words struck him, from small to Don. Never had he ever thought that he would be balls deep in a girls ass and trying not to laugh. "From small to Don?" he said as he firmly gripped her hips.

"Yeah..." Lanh sighed, "but she doesn't have any your size, so I'm still getting used to you."

The heat of her bowels, the thrill of being inside of her, the scent of her excitement, and the caress of that tight ring of muscle were all taking their toll. "I can't... I can't..." He was trying to be gentle, but his hips started twitching and jerking, his whole body wanted to start fucking her madly and he could barely hold back.

"It's ok baby, do it... Mẹ kiếp tôi... fuck me..."

Don was overwhelmed by the feeling in his cock, it was more powerful than his first blowjob. He started to fuck harder but the whimpers coming from Lanh slowed him down. He was torn between the desire to fuck madly and his concern for Lanh and he slowed up, short easy strokes that were driving him out of his mind, especially when her sphincter was wrapped tightly around the area just behind the head of his cock... "Oh god, I'm going to cum em yêu!"

Lanh didn't know when her hand crept back, and her fingertips began caressing her swollen clit. The sensations were driving her out of her mind, the excitement of having Don inside of her was mind boggling and Kim-ly was right, the pleasure overcame the pain. When he took over and started fucking, she relaxed and let him take control, the sensation of him gripping her hips and driving his cock in and out was exhilarating, she was helpless while he was in charge and fucking! Even the pain involved was pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm... "Cực khoái trong tôi... cum in me... cực khoái trong tôi," she gasped. Her fingers were beating a tattoo on her clit, and when Don cried out his own orgasm, hers took over. She felt his cock jump and flex inside of her and the thought that he was shooting his sperm into her body set her off.

The young couple gasped and cried out as their minds and bodies surrendered to their mutual passion. Lanh's body went into convulsions as her orgasm overwhelmed her, her sphincter began squeezing Don's cock with each wave of release that washed over her. Her anal ring squeezing his stroking cock made the last strains of self-control evaporate and Don started fucking savagely, but that barely lasted one thrust into her bowels and he was cumming.

With a shriek of pain and ecstasy, Lanh collapsed to the mattress crying "cực khoái trong tôi!" as Don tried to fuck the prone little woman. As his orgasm waned a final wave of ecstasy washed over her and her sphincter squeezed his softening cock out of her ass as he collapsed on top of her.

"Did you hear that?" Bao looked up and grinned at his twin sister.

"Uh huh," smiled Kim-ly, but she wasn't far behind Lanh. "Back to work," and she placed a hand on the back of Bao's head and pushed his lips back to her pussy. Kim-ly wasn't sure what was bringing her the most pleasure, Bao's tongue dancing on her clit, or hearing Lanh through the paper thin walls begging Don to cum in her ass.

Once their shuddering started to ease, they took turns cleaning up. "Are you ok?" asked Don as Lanh came out of the bathroom from cleaning up.

"You came an ocean!" said Lanh. She slid under the blanket, and they looked at each other smiling, overwhelmed with what had just happened.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked.

"Good thing!" Lanh was eagerly looking toward their honeymoon when they can get started on making babies. She desperately wanted to be able to tell Don that he was going to be a daddy when he finished Basic Training.

After a happy kiss Don asked, "did you really cum?"

"Uh huh. Kim-ly said I probably wouldn't, but I did."

"I thought that it would hurt too much, I didn't want to do it because I don't like hurting you."

"I know," said Lanh, "but sometimes..." She struggled for words, "remember the time when we had our first bull, and I didn't want him snipped?"

Don chuckled, but it wasn't funny then. She didn't want to hurt the little male calf, so she hid him. Ralph finally found the little guy where Lanh had hidden him in an unused stall in the section of the barn that used to house horses. Ralph and Don were both angry because they had handled bulls and knew how much damage they could cause, and that little bastard tore up that stall; they weren't equipped for that kind of trouble. "You're equating snipping a bull to what we just did?"

"No, remember? You gave me a spanking, which hurt even more," said Lanh. Then she continued in a tiny voice, "and I came."

"Really?" That explained why Lanh was so passionate with her apologies after the spanking in the hayloft. "Next time we'll have to make it bare bottom spanking." Lanh grinned in approval and before long they were tickling each other.

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Kim-ly was going out of her mind, she has never seen Bao so passionate in his lovemaking. He's been going down on her non-stop since Lanh and Don started fucking or whatever they were doing. Bao has been hot and sexy, he's been sweet and loving, he's been aggressive and passionate. Most of the time when they made love it was to work off frustrations from being dumped or a date gone bad or simply to unwind after a marathon studying session and on occasion an evening of watching porn together. For Bao there was nothing better than unwinding after a final exam with one of Kim-ly's earth-shattering blowjobs.

For Kim-ly the best way to end a bad date was to turn to her brother and wrap her legs around Bao's waist while he fucked that date into a distant memory. And now he's working his way to making this whole night become a fond memory. It wasn't a bad date, but seeing how the other students looked down on Lanh and Don sickened her... until they got up to dance. That's when the entire school had a WTF moment. They weren't Fred and Ginger, but compared to those spastic losers that scorned them they were close. Lanh looked so mature and so mysterious in her mother's dress and Don looked like a gentleman spy from a '60s spy movie in his perfectly tailored tuxedo. You could not tell that it was a thrift store hand-me-down suit. Together they looked like lovers from a by-gone era and the students and faculty of Grant Valley high school were shocked to see them dance like that.

But now Bao was pulling her back to the here and now. He was gentle yet forceful at the same time, he wasn't going to let her miss a moment of his attention to her. With his thumbs he opened her folds and his tongue danced in and around her pussy. He was intentionally avoiding her clit, but she's already had two mind numbing orgasms and he's working her up to The Big One. As his tongue darted deeply into her pussy Kim-ly gasped and grabbed the sheets. Intense pleasure coursed through her as he tongue fucked her. She planted her feet and started lifting her ass trying to press her pussy against his mouth and force his tongue deeper into herself.

Bao cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and held her little butt up off the mattress and feasted on her cunt. She gasped and grunted in the most unladylike manner as he drove her out of her mind, "Don't stop!" she gasped. It was both encouragement and a warning. Her fingers now twined in his hair as his lips and tongue began driving her closer and closer to ecstasy. Her feet were planted on the mattress forcing her hips up, now two of his fingers began to slide in and out of her pussy while his pinkie began worming its way into her asshole.

"Tell me when you cum," he said and in response she pulled his mouth back to her pussy.

Tell him when she cums? He had turned Kim-ly's brain into mush so expertly that she couldn't tell him her name! There were now three fingers in her pussy that were petting her G spot so sweetly, a pinky in her asshole wiggling around in her bowels, his tongue flickering gently over her clit like a hummingbird lapping at a flower, and his left-hand pinching and pulling her nipple. "Oh god I love you," she growled...

"I love you too."

Did she just tell her twin brother "I love you?" She grabbed his hair and lifted his head and looked into his sky-blue eyes... NOT BLUE! No, they were dark brown and almond shaped just like hers. She pictured the only blue-eyed man in her life, the kid in bed with her sister right now and... Oh god it can't be true... Her head threw back and her spine arched as the pressure increased and with a sudden crash it released. "I'm cumming," she gasped.

Wave after wave of sweet sexual relief washed over Kim-ly, she gasped, she cried, and she prayed she didn't call out the wrong name. And as her orgasm neared the end, Bao stopped. Kim-ly gasped in shock but her brother crawled up until they were kissing, and he drove his iron hard cock into her hot, molten pussy and began pounding away at her clenching cunt starting the orgasm all over again. She wrapped her arms and legs around her brother and sank her teeth into his shoulder as she held on for dear life.

"Oh god, you're so hot!" gasped Bao as he hammered away at Kim-ly's pussy.

"Just fuck," gasped Kim-ly as her hands clutched his ass and encouraged her brother to fuck her harder, faster as her orgasm continued, "Fuck me, Bao!" still praying that she got his name right.

Bao's thrusts into his twin sister became frantic and he slammed into her harder and harder then suddenly he froze and cried, "I'm coming người yêu!" (lover)

"Cum in me," gasped Kim-ly through his brutal thrusts, "Cum in me em yêu." (sweetheart)

Their orgasms washed over them, and the twins lay together kissing and shuddering as their heartbeats raced each other. Slowly they came down from the clouds, their kisses becoming less urgent, then Bao noticed that Kim-ly was crying. "What's the matter?" he asked.

"I hate endings," she sniffed.

"I know," he said softly, and he kissed her tears away, "but we agreed, if we're going to go into business together, we had to stop this at some point. Monday, we have a ton of work, I have the restaurant, you have the farm, we don't know what kind of financial mess they're in..."

"I know, just hold me," said Kim-ly sadly. "Let me be sad for a little while." She sniffed and kissed his ear softly. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

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If you'd like to read more about Don, Lanh, Kim-ly, Bao, Rosa, and the rest, you can find them all in the We're a Wonderful Wife Series, or you can search for the waww tag.