The following is a work of fiction. Any relationship to actual persons and their circumstances is purely coincidental.

My name is Hyori Malone and I'm a 20 year old college student now, but how I got to where I currently am in my life is an interesting story and I thought that some of the people on this site would be interested to read it. Plus it gives me a chance to talk about something publicly that I have to keep secret in real life for reasons which I'm sure you'll come to understand.

I was born in Taegu, South Korea and I'm half black and half-Korean. Unfortunately,  Koreans have an obsession with blood purity and so I, the product of a relationship between an African-American GI and a Korean mother, didn't have much of a future in my  native country other than maybe the sex industry or something like that. I barely remember what my life back home was like, but I do recall being picked on by some of the kids in my neighborhood for not being full blooded Korean. My birth mother, I'm assuming, realized the very limited future I had and decided to put me up for adoption and, when I was six, I was taken by a very nice American family, the Malones. They thought that my real name was cute and so didn't change it, but they did give me a middle name, Jeanette, after my adoptive grandmother on my mom's side.

The Malones already had a boy, David, who was two years older than me and always big for his age, which would be a good thing, as you'll see. My mom's pregnancy with him was hard for her and so my new parents chose to adopt their next kid. They're pretty liberal and perhaps the combination of ethnicities in my background plus the heart tugging aspects of my probable future made them want to select me as their new addition, I don't know. The good thing, though, was that Dave was very welcoming to me and we never had the kind of sibling rivalry that most children do.

My adoptive parents put me into first grade straightaway and it was rough because I couldn't speak english for a lot of that first year. My parents and Dave helped me a lot, though and by the time I entered second grade, I was just about fully up to speed. However, because I was different in a school that was mostly white with a fair smattering of Asians and hispanics, this one kid tried to bully me. My older brother got wind of it and punched the kid to the ground and broke his nose and nobody picked on me during elementary school again. After that, when I would get scared of something like a big thunderstorm, I would go into my brother's room at night and ask to sleep with him. I couldn't sleep with my parents for obvious reasons. Therefore my brother was the only option. We began to form a deep bond and I hung out with his friends rather than other girls in the school. Eventually, just when I wanted to be held and wasn't really scared, I would go into my brother's room and he cuddled me. My parents were fine with that for the first few years and actually thought it was a nice thing for Dave to do for me.

Unfortunately, when my brother began to go through puberty, my parents sat us down, explained the birds and the bees, and said we couldn't sleep together anymore. We ignored their order, though. Instead, rather than spending the whole night with him, we would set his alarm clock for before my parents got up so that I could run off back to my room when my mom came to wake us up for breakfast. However, I did notice, though, that I could feel something hard against my butt now when I was curled up with Dave. I was nine, so I wasn't all that cognizant of what sex was even with the lecture from my parents, so I didn't care.

When I turned 12, my parents thought that to keep me in touch with the culture of my birth that I take Taekwondo lessons. Martial arts helped keep me fit as my body was changing. For example, I only had A cups in seventh grade, but then my boobs and my butt came in with a vengeance over the next year and by the time I was 14 I was sporting D cups and a prominent ass. My looks have turned out to be the best of my black and Korean genes. I have long,  straight black hair and a Korean face, but dark chocolate skin, a lean physique (other than my breasts and butt, of course) and I'm now 5'9" and about 125 pounds. I still speak english with a touch of a Korean accent, which my brother thinks is super cute. Anyway , the Taekwondo training paid off in eight grade when I was confronted by the class bitch, who called me a "yellow nigger" during gym class. What was funny was that she was two inches shorter than me and was taking a big chance, I thought. I kicked her in the head and broke her jaw and then jumped on her and was punching her in the head when I was finally pulled off by my fellow students before the teachers came out. The rules of the schoolyard being what they were, nobody told on me as the bitch was loaded on to a gurney and taken to the hospital. Dave got a big kick out of that and asked me to teach him some moves. So he became my sparring partner and he would sometimes call me "Hyori sonsaengnim," the second word being Korean for "teacher," or what in Japanese is known as "sensei." He eventually shortened that to "Sunny" and that became his nickname for me.

Of course, when Dave got a girlfriend, I would become very jealous. In fact, I would always try to sleep more with him when he was seeing someone. And to be honest, I never wanted any boyfriends other than Dave. We were so close that I didn't believe that I could form that same kind of bond with someone else since he was there for me right from the beginning and I always felt so protected by him.

But Dave would quit seeing other girls pretty soon, too. One night during a minor thunderstorm when I was 13, I came into his room with my favorite pillow wanting to sleep with him. I had actually gotten over weather as something that scared me a while back, but it was one of my default excuses for sleeping with him. My sleepwear back then was just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts plus panties. I've never liked wearing bras even though I have to most of the time. I still only had b cups then. When I got into bed and turned on my side so he could cuddle me, I noticed him brushing his thumb against my tits as he held me. "Hey Hyori," he began. "What is it Dave?' I replied. "I hope you won't get mad if I ask you this but can I see your breasts?" he requested. He was my protective brother, so I didn't see any harm. I tossed the covers off of me and sat upright and pulled my shirt up. "Awesome!" he quietly praised. "Can I touch them?" "Sure!" I smiled. I was kinda wondering how much of my black breasts he could actually see in the dark. He  raised himself on his knees and faced me and then put a hand on each breast. He started to feel me up and rub my nipples and I remember thinking how good that felt. Since I was in a playful mood, I asked him, "so since I've showed you my boobs can you show me your thing?" I giggled. "Sure babe," he enthused with an insolent grin on his face. He laid down and slipped his boxers off since that is all he slept in.

My eyes went from the well built chest I always thought was hot down to his groin. He was 6'3" and over 200 pounds at 15. I could feel myself getting wet as I stared at his eight hard, thick inches of sausage. "Have you seen a guys dick before Hyori?" he asked. "Not in real life, Dave," I confessed. I wanted permission to touch it and he was definitely up for it, so to speak. I took his fat prong in my long, thin fingers and felt the texture of it. "What's that stuff coming out of the head?" I wondered. "It's pre-cum. That happens when I get excited from looking at a pretty girl," he instructed. "Do you think I'm a pretty girl Dave?" I pondered. "To be honest Hyori, I think you're the hottest girl I've never known," he commented. "Really?" "Your looks are total win, Hyori. I  guess middle school guys are so intimidated by how beautiful you are that they aren't asking you out.," he posited. "Actually Dave, I've had my share of chances and I hope you won't think this is creepy or perverted or anything, but the only boy I've ever wanted to be with was you," I stated, my heart racing due to not knowing how he was going to react. "Oh my God Hyori! Really?" "Yeah. So how do you feel about that?" I very tentatively inquired. He grasped my right arm and pulled me back down on to my back and then I felt his weight on me as he propped himself against my hip on his side, droplets of precum descending on to my thigh. He gently prodded my head toward him and leaned down and, wrapping his right arm around my thin frame, he kissed me heatedly and we began to make out passionately.. His hand mauled my breasts and nipples and the latter were now achingly stiff.

He tilted his head down somewhat and I felt my left nipple being distended by his suction, causing me to let out a moan. "Shhhh, we need to be very quiet Hyori," he reminded me. "Sorry," I apologized. He resumed pulling on my nipples with his lips and tongue while manipulating my soft boobs and I was stifling moans and sighs. He continued this for a while, but let his hand drift downward to rub my vulva. God, it is so hard to portray in words how amazing I was feeling. The boy I loved all these years was giving me so much pleasure I wanted it to last forever. He inserted two fingers into me, which hurt initially because they were so big, but it felt so good once my opening got used to the penetration. I reciprocated by stroking his manhood and we became a heaving mass of sexual noises . I began to feel super hot as my now erect clit was being stimulated over and over by his hand. I went over the edge and had an intense orgasm. I felt so warm and peaceful inside once it subsided and it was neat that someone I loved as much as I did him did that for me.

In the meantime, his voice was rougher and raspier as my hand glided over his penis time and again and, with a choked grunt, he shot a huge wad all over my stomach, the underside of my tits and on to right arm. My fingers were coated with it, too. After he wiped the mess up with one of his t-shirts he had discarded on the floor, he took me into his arms and we laid there for a little while, exchanging kisses. "I love you Dave. Please be my boyfriend," I pleaded. "Hyori, I love you, too, and I always will," he promised and from that time forward we have been inseparable. I hoped that he would make love to me, but he didn't have any condoms.

However, he bought a box of them the next day. That Friday, my parents went to a Christmas party at the company my dad worked for. As soon as they departed, Dave and I were up in his room and getting naked. We made out and his redwood was flying loud and proud. I was as wet as the Colorado River. "Hyori, have you ever given a blowjob to anybody?" Dave interrogated. "No," I answered meekly. "Do you mind if I show you?" I replied in the affirmative and he had me get on my knees in front of him. "Okay, start by stroking it like you did the other night," he opened. "Now lick up and down the sides of it," he continued. I used the tip of my tongue to tease his shaft. Then he had me put it in my mouth and move my head back and forth. "Play with my balls, too, but do it gently," he called. I used my lefthand to tenderly roll them in my palm and tried to generate a tingling sensation for him by grazing them with my nails. He was moaning and the only thing I was interested in at that point was pleasing him. "I'll warn you when I'm about to cum," he advised while I swallowed more and more of his precum. I started to change things up, just holding the head between my lips and sucking on it. "Ooooh fuccckkkkkk," he shivered. As his breathing became shorter and more rapid, I sped up the pace of my headbobbing and then he blurted that he was about to spurt. I loved him so much, though, that I wanted to show him how accepting I was and he soon jetted his thick, hot load into my yapper. I let his cock drop out of my mouth and displayed my prize for him and then gulped it down. The taste wasn't something I would choose to eat if I had a choice, but it wasn't so offensive that I couldn't handle how salty it was or the texture.

"Fuck, that was excellent Hyori," he evaluated, kissing me deeply. I was so happy that he liked it and pledged to myself to do it for him a lot. He then directed me to lay on the edge of his bed and spread my legs. He kneeled on the floor and had me hand him a pillow, which he put under my hips to make it easier for him to reach everything on my vulva with his mouth. As soon as his tongue hit my clit, a jolt of electricity ran through me and, from there, his sucking and battering of my little man in the boat would pile on more sensations. He inserted his fingers into me as well and was lightly tantalizing my g spot. When he sucked on the clit, I felt a rush of blood to it, which added heat to the other sensations and I was moaning and emitting puffs of air with each pass of his licker on and around the hood of my clit. When I got to the tipping point, I told him to suck it hard and I had a screaming, seeing stars orgasm. As I huffed and puffed, I told him not to stop and he didn't, leading me to many more climaxes.

When he jerked his head out of my crotch, I was feeling very pacific, almost like I was on a nice pot high. He stood up and took the aforementioned box of condoms out of his dresser drawer and rolled one over his thick thunderstick. In my mind, I was bracing myself because this was going to hurt. Yet, I wanted him inside me so badly. I wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible. "Don't worry Hyori, I'll be gentle with you," he swore. I knew he would anyway. "I love you, Dave," I told him. "I love you, too, Hyori," he retorted, kissing me softly. He forced his big cockhead into my opening and I felt intense pressure against my vaginal walls as they were cleaved  by his massive dick. He moved it inside me another inch and I felt a sensation like having hit my elbow on the corner of something. I yelped and he just held his penis there for me to get used to it. He moved it further into me and halted again. I was writhing while my system attempted to cope with the pain. He popped his rhythm stick another inch and he was now against my hymen. I could feel it being stretched. "Do it quickly Dave, let's just get it over with," I hissed through the hurt. "Okay Hyori," he acknowledged and snapped his hips forward, stuffing me, but also causing me to feel like I was having a knitting needle being jabbed into me so sharp was the pain. I suppressed a scream and let out an "unnhhhhh" type of noise on the back end of it. I felt something dribbling down my taint and it may have been blood. He withdrew his cock and I did see a reddish hue on the sheath that encapsulated his flesh spear.

I felt his cock being very gradually pushed and pulled in and out of me and it hurt like a bitch for about ten minutes, but after that it became much more pleasant. "How are you doing Hyori?" he asked. "Oh God Dave, a lot better now," I signaled and his  thrusts sped up and the faster they were the more it was feeling amazing and I dug my nails into his back as he began to piledrive his hammer deep into my sex. "Oh fuck Dave!" I squealed. "Keep that up, oh damn!" I spluttered. God, the friction was just so vivid and the heat and moisture inside me created a gumbo of sensations that was indescribable. My pussy was now a furnace of passion, a pit of roiling pleasure and I was moaning and grunting. "Fuck me harder you bastard, fuck me!" I growled. "Okay bitch, you want it, you got it," and he impaled me furiously over and over and I felt like I couldn't breathe as the heat and the prickly sensations were mounting inside me. As he pumped his big cock into me with his huge body, I could hear the impacts of his pubic bone against my ass while he drilled me and my breathing hung up for a second, which boosted the intensity of the sensations, and then when I was able to inhale again I had this tsunami of pleasure barrel through me  and oh my God, it was so heavenly. "Oh fuck Dave! Oh fuck!" I yelled in a high pitched squeal as the orgasm tore through me. "Fuck Hyori, you're so tight!" he remarked, indicating that he was going to cum soon. "Come on honey, flood me with your sperm!" I begged and he grunted and then shouted, "Oh fuck!" before he tried to flush his balls into my pink cavern, his flow dammed by the condom. He pulled out and went to flush the rubber and then wrapped me up in his arms when he leapt back  into bed.

"Oh my God Hyori, you're so gorgeous!" he flattered as he smothered me with his kisses. "You know babe I was always disappointed when you weren't in bed with me. There isn't another girl like you and I want to keep you for myself," he burbled. Of course, I was super happy to hear him say that and also tell me that he enjoyed cuddling with me as much as I did with him. I was also really grateful to my birth mom for making what must have been a heart wrenching decision so that I could end up in the arms of this wonderful guy and have the life I now had.

I let him have me whenever he wanted after that and I also learned to deep throat for him. When I was a ninth grader and could walk to high school with him every morning holding him I was so happy. Yeah, a lot of people around us thought it was weird how affectionate we were with each other, though we limited our kissing to only when nobody we knew could see us. At home, I was always laying my head in his lap when we watched a movie or tv. I wondered if my parents knew just how intimate my and Dave's relationship was. And yes, at night i was still heading to his bedroom, only a lot more often. Neither of us went to prom because it would have looked weird for a brother and sister, though we weren't blood relatives, to accompany each other. Instead, we drove to the beach and spent a few hours making out in front of a fire pit. We had sex often times at motels once he had turned 18 and could rent rooms so we could definitely be alone with each other. We even commuted to college locally in order to keep seeing each other every day. The good thing about that was fewer people who knew us, so we could spend time just laying on the grass in between classes and be affectionate with each other.

He just graduated this past June and asked me to marry him. I accepted and wear his engagement ring on my finger even though legally we can't actually get hitched. He moved out of my parents' place and rented his own apartment, after which I moved in with him. We are like husband and wife these days and, as far as my neighbors know, I am Mrs. Malone.  He comes home from work and I make him dinner and then we fuck. We sleep naked, too, and many times I have awakened him with a bj. What keeps me grounded and from getting bored is thinking what could have happened had I not been adopted. As long as he loves me I'm happy.