The next six months virtually flew by for me.  Almost every weekend, I would drive down from Georgia and spend the day inspecting the progress of the renovations.

During each of these trips I would take videos of the work and email them to Ann so she felt a part of the process.  Our “date” nights were nonexistent with the thirteen-hour time difference during the week and by my trips on the weekends.  By the time I walked off of Fort Stewart for the last time, with retirement papers in hand, a majority of the renovations were complete.  I packed up my meager possessions in my truck and hit the road home.

Upon reaching home, I contacted the project manager and made, hopefully, the last modification for the master bedroom.  This was a major modification that was going to have structural changes made to one end of the house.  I wanted to extend the garage by ten feet to provide for the master bedroom and on suite bathroom over the garage.  As an added bonus, it would provide enough space in the garage for a moderately large workshop for me.

Once the plans were complete and a date set for this phase of the construction to start, I was advised to find temporary lodging.  So, I called Ann and told her I was coming to Japan.  I gave her the dates and asked for her to take three to four weeks off.  She said she thought that this was possible.

Just prior to my departure, I received a text from Ann, instructing me not to come to Yokota Air Base, but rather to the New Sanno hotel in Tokyo.  This was not a major change for me, as the military shuttle bus went from Narita airport to the New Sanno before continuing to Yokota.  The New Sanno is a luxury hotel and recreation facility owned by the Air Force in downtown Tokyo.  Wow, first-class accommodations after a first-class flight, such a change from riding in tanks and living in the barracks for half my life.

Ann met me as I got off the bus at the hotel.  She was literally bouncing.  My bags were handled by a bell boy and we were ushered to our suite.  Ann was carrying on about how lucky we were that a cancellation had come in and we got the king suite.  Our suite provided us a private view of the oriental sculpted garden outside.  I was beat from the trip and we ordered room service of filet mignon along with two bottles of wine.  We did not see daylight until about noon the next day.

The next day we caught a subway to the renowned shopping area of Ginza.  We only made a few purchases and I begged to return to the hotel.  Jet lag was hitting me hard.  We were on our way to our suite, past some shops off the lobby, when this Japanese woman came running up to Ann, hugged her and the two women started chattering.  I took a seat on a bench while they carried on.

After a few minutes Ann brought the woman over and introduced her as Keiko, explaining that they were friends from Yokota.  It was arranged for all to meet back at the hotel restaurant, Wellington’s. We had delicious steaks, several bottles of wine and wonderful conversations.  I tried Japanese Sake and did not care for it.  It was very late in the evening before we got to our suite.

The following day we stayed in the hotel and enjoyed the amenities.  I bought Ann a triple strand of pearls and she suggested that I give her a real pearl necklace later.  That evening, after dinner, we went back to the suite and planned out the rest of our vacation.  We ended up doing a twelve-day whirlwind tour to Seoul, Korea; Thailand to Bangkok and Pattaya; over to Cambodia to see Angkor Wat; then to Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam; and then back to Tokyo.  We were exhausted, worn down by the heat and our legs were pretty much rubber.  Tired, but deliriously happy. 

We decided to stay with short ventures in Tokyo such as Tokyo Tower and the Sky Tree.  A bit of shopping and a night out in Roppongi entertainment district. 

On a succeeding evening, we were laying on the bed, when Ann rolled over facing me and started talking.

“I’m so glad that we decided to stay in this evening.  There is something that I want to discuss with you.  Do you remember the reasons that I gave you when I made my decision to get pregnant?”

I nodded, “Yes, I do remember them, almost as if you said them yesterday.  Why are you bringing this up?”

“Well, I still have those feelings.”

Raising up on my elbow, “I thought that this was a moot point, especially after you had the tubal ligation?”

“My getting pregnant, yes, but not raising a child.”

“Are you talking about adopting?” I asked.

“No.”

“Then what?” I asked, again, being totally puzzled.

“I’m talking about having a surrogate mother.  I have been to one of the leading gynecologists in Japan.  She advised me that it is possible to harvest my eggs, have them fertilized with your sperm and implanted into a surrogate.  We can afford the whole procedure now.”

Sarcasm got the best of me, so I inquired, “So where do you find this surrogate?  Search the internet for ‘Rent a womb’?”

Giving my ear a good tug, she said, “Don’t be an ass, I’m being serious.”

“OK, sorry.  I guess you’ve obviously put a lot of thought into this.”

“I have.  And this time, we will make a mutual decision.”  Pausing, she continued with, “We have no heirs.  No one to carry on our lineage, no one to inherit any of our fortunes.  And, we will have the opportunity to be parents.  This way it will really be our child.”

Another pause.

“After I retire, we’ll live together and be a family.  Our lives need to have a purpose and direction.  We can only do so much fucking and wandering around this earth.  We need an anchor.  I’m ready for this.” And then added, “Besides, we can still do all the fun stuff.”

Realizing this was really serious, I asked, “Have you figured out how all of this would work?”

“I have.  Did you do anything to my old room in the house?”

“No.”

“Good, just leave it until I get home.  Then we can fix it up for the surrogate mother to stay in.”

After another moment, I said, “Wait a minute, you expect her to live in our home?”

“Of course, I do.  That way we can take care of her and make sure she has a safe, healthy environment and have access to medical care when she needs it,” she fired back.

I was feeling like I had been set up and asked, “It’s beginning to sound like you already have a candidate in mind.  Do you?”

She hesitated and then, “Hmm, maybe, but I don’t want to get into that until I have your opinion and decision.”

After an extended period of silence, with me thinking about all of this, I answered.

“Right now, off the top of my head, I cannot come up with any logical reasons why it won’t work.  I want more details about what is involved with the procedure and all that.  To be perfectly honest, after you had the miscarriage, I was disappointed.  I was feeling your excitement and had warmed up to the idea of being a father.  And, that hasn’t changed.  I have hosted family days with my unit and have watched dads playing with their kids and felt a little envious of them.  You presented a very good argument to persuade me.  So, my initial feeling is… let’s go for it.”

Did anybody see that truck?  I got body slammed as she jumped on me, smothering me with kisses.  I had to resort to tickling her to get her off of me.  As we laid there getting our breath back, I looked and saw tears rolling down her cheeks.  This time I knew they were tears of joy.

Finally, I said, “Hold on, listen, I want to meet your candidate.”

“You already have.”

This brought me back up on my elbow, “What?  Wait a minute, you are way more devious than I give you credit for.  You mean that Japanese woman you know, that just happened to run into at this hotel the second night we were here and then we all had dinner together?”

“Yes, Keiko.  You told me you liked her.”

Flustered, I said, “Yeah, but that was before… This puts it all in a whole different perspective.”

Flatly she replied, “But you said you liked her and I saw you check out her curves.”

Even more rattled, I added, “I’ll admit that she was very attractive with a nice rack.  That doesn’t mean I want her living with us.”

“Yes, but just think about how much milk she can produce.  Maybe enough for all of us?” and out came that mischievous grin of hers.

I defended with, “No thanks, yours will do me just fine.”

However, a smirk did grow on my face and other areas of my body picked up on that sentiment. 

Ann was especially aggressive in our sexual proclivities that night.  Partly because she needed to release her pent-up tensions, but I think maybe a little bit of her continued claim that I was 100% hers.  All I could do was to hang on for dear life.

The next couple of mornings, I had to deposit fresh samples into specimen cups that magically came from her bag and taken to her clinic each day.   She said it was better than having me sit in a little room with a magazine.  I did enjoy her ‘hands on service’ better than self-service.

As with most things, our time together came to a close.  Ann needed to get back to her duties and I to our home in Florida.  After I boarded the bus back to the airport, Ann was waiting for it to pull out.  Just as the baggage doors closed, I saw Keiko go up and hug Ann.  They chatted briefly and I saw them bouncing up and down giving me a thumbs up sign.  Pulling out from the hotel, I had to smile, Ann’s plans were coming together.

 My trip back home was uneventful, but I zonked out for two days, getting adjusted to the time zone.  The renovation of the entire house was complete.  In fact, when I entered after arriving, it was hard to believe it was the same house that my parents had lived in.

I kept thinking about what Ann had said about having a direction to go forward with life.  Having been regimented for the last twenty years, I had to develop a new routine.  I went on-line and researched areas of interest.  I settled on two.

The first was to learn Japanese.  The second, learn cooking.  I didn’t plan on becoming a gourmet chef, but I definitely needed to upgrade from opening a can of beans.

For the first goal, I hired a private tutor, Mrs. Kazumi, an elderly lady.  Not only did I want to learn how to speak Japanese, but also some history, culture and traditions.  Mrs. Kazumi came to my home twice a week for three-hour sessions.  She was, indeed, a hard taskmaster, and rightfully expectant that I complete the home work she left each time.

I think the hardest parts were the three writing styles of Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji. She used the same textbooks that she had taught her children and I feared she would use a ruler on my knuckles if I didn’t do well.  She assured me that I would be able to speak, read and write Japanese in the 18-month period I had laid out.   

For the second goal, I enrolled in on-line classes.  On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I had a one-hour class on basic food preparation, basic utensils and cookware, and a small segment of nutrition. I then had to learn the best stores and fresh markets to buy better quality products. 

Each day I had a routine of having morning coffee and then swimming laps in the pool.  By late morning, it was fixing a light meal and some preparation for dinner.  In, the afternoon, it was class time.  Evenings were spent doing homework or Netflix.  I detested most of public television and started collecting Anime.  Not only was it fun to watch, but also helped with learning Japanese. 

During this time, Ann and I continued to video chat with each other.  Sometimes there was sex play and other times it was with both Ann and Keiko.  It seemed that Ann and Keiko were getting pretty close to each other.  I assumed it would be natural since Keiko’s IVF was a success and she was now six weeks pregnant carrying my sister’s and my baby.

Other than the occasional peck on each other’s cheek, there was nothing overt.  Most of the conversations centered around the pregnancy.  Much to my surprise, Ann told me that she had confided in Keiko about our relationship and equally surprising, Keiko was super supportive.   We were now down to weeks before they would both be coming home. 

Back to the beginning of this tale, I had just gotten up and headed to the kitchen.  I knew my days of wandering the house completely naked were numbered, but I was determined to enjoy them.  I think that in a different life, I would have been a nudist.  Just as I hit the ‘On’ button of the coffee, my phone rang on the kitchen counter.  Scooping it up, I answered, “Good morning sunshine.”

“Mike, are you up?”, Ann asked.

“Yep”

She continues, “Well, unlock the front door, we’re here!”

I dropped the phone and ran to the front door and swung it wide.  As I did, my beautiful sister leapt into my arms.  After a minute of lusciously kissing, I leaned back to admire Ann.  She had let her blonde hair grow out and she was as fit as she when she and I first met in Germany. 

“My god, you’re gorgeous.” I said, admiring the woman.

“You’ve been working out, dear brother and I can’t wait to eat you up.”

Just then I heard a giggle from behind Ann and I leaned over Ann’s shoulder and saw Keiko standing there with her hand over her mouth giggling.  Ann had her hand on my cock and it suddenly dawned on me that I was butt naked.

“Shit!” I screamed and made a dash for the stairs.  Now both of them were full out laughing.

I grabbed a robe from the bedroom and came back downstairs just as they finished setting their suitcases in the foyer and closed the door.  I was still flushed red with embarrassment.  Ann came up to me and hugged me again.  Pulling me close, she whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry about it, Mike, Keiko has seen your cock plenty of times.”

“What!?” as I jumped back from Ann. “How?”

“Well, dear brother of mine, when we would have our sensuous, sexy video calls, Keiko would be sitting just out of cam range watching us.  And, sometimes, she would continue where you and I left off.”

I staggered back a couple of steps to lean against the wall, staring at Ann’s mischievous grin.  I knew all to well, what lay behind that grin.  As I processed what had been said, robe or no robe it would be impossible to deny that I wasn’t hard as a rock.   Ann stepped into me and snaked her hand inside my robe and was caressing my cock.  Looking over her shoulder to Keiko, she said, “See, I told you he would love the idea.  I know my horny brother very well.”

With that, Keiko dropped her hand from her mouth, still looking at the floor, walked over to me.  She grabbed my arm, stretched up and kissed my cheek.  “Thank you, Mike.”

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Author’s Note:  I will end this part of my story here.  Mike and Ann had many more enriched years together.  A family of their own, travels, adventures and a real wedding was in store.  Children growing and reaching their own adulthood.  If readers are interested, I will share some more of their lives.  Let me know in your comments.  Thank you for reading.