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Good Intentions, Bad Results
Chapter 1. Meeting the New Long Term Guest


Things got a little strange after the exchange student moved in with us. My older sister went off to Japan for a year, and a student from
Japan joined our family. I made two trips to the airport with my parents and younger sister. The first trip to the airport was to get my sixteen
year old sister onto the plane that will take her from Oklahoma City to Seattle, and then she flies on to Tokyo. My sister had four suitcases
and two carry on bags, and each of us had something to carry as we went from the parking lot to the terminal. It was an emotion filled goodbye,
as my sister had never been gone from home for longer than a week.

Several days later, we made another trip to the airport to pick up a girl named Kameko. When I saw her standing just outside the security
checkpoint I could hardly believe it. Kameko looked like a child. Now I was still nearly a child myself in my early teens, but Kameko
didn't look any older than my little sister. She only had one suitcase on the floor down by her feet. I was to find out she only had three
outfits to wear. One for school, one for while not in school, and one for bedtime. Kameko wore the school clothes on the airplane,
dark skirt, white blouse, dark tie.

I thought it was weird seeing a girl wear a tie, and using a tie when wearing a skirt. I'd never seen anything like that before. In Oklahoma
we typically wear jeans and t-shirts or jeans with long sleeve plaid shirts to school.

During the initial greetings, mom told the new girl a few things about us such as how old some of us are and what our hobbies happen to be.

Dad is Shannon Fitzpatrick, 42 years old. Farmer and tractor salesman.
Mom is Lydia, age not given. Substitute teacher and full time homemaker.
Finnegan Fitzpatrick (that's me), Fourteen. About to start freshman year of High School. Hobbies are tennis and fishing.
Olivia Fitzpatrick, Twelve. About to start 7th grade in middle school. Hobbies are being an annoying pain in the ass (my words, not mom's).

Kameko has fairly good English, after one gets used to the accent. The way she can't say the th sound on words is so funny. The way she nods
her head downward while saying "Sank you" made me laugh numerous times. Kameko is fourteen years old, but her face looks young, and
she is very slender. If she has tits, they are hidden away somewhere deep under that white school blouse. I don't know why my first thought
on her was wondering what she looked like naked...but there it was, my teenage hormones were making themselves known.

On the drive from Oklahoma City to our farm two hours away, Kameko has lots of questions and comments. Some of her comments are
"There is much grass" and "Wow... so big land". LIving here I don't think about it, but one can travel for hundreds of miles and all one
sees is farmhouses and ranches, mile after mile of grass covered prairies and hills with occasional patches of trees. It's cow country. It's the
place for growing wheat, corn, soybeans, and even cotton.

Kameko will sleep in the girl's room with Olivia. She said the house is very big, the rooms are large, the closets are gigantic, but in the
bathroom why is the tub so small? "How do you and all three children fit into bathtub?" Kameko asked my mom. She looked shocked
when told we take our baths separately. Now I do remember all three of us kids being in the bath together, but that was when I was eight
and the older sister was ten. As soon as my older sister got a little older she would take a bath with Olivia, but I was kept out of the bathroom.

The first dinner at home after bringing Kameko home was quite an experience. She looked suspiciously at the chicken-fried steak with mashed
potatoes and brown gravy. She rolled the corn on the cob back and forth on the plate using the prongs of the fork. Even Olivia stared at
the Japanese girl like she was an alien from another planet.

"We eat meat and potatoes here. That is why Americans are bigger than Japanese," I said as I began to cut into my steak.

"You Americans eat hamburger and fries. That is why you are all so fat," Kameko replies back.

"Sumo wrester's are fat. And they show their butt's when they fight. So gross." I verbally jabbed back. I thought I was making some good
points, but my dad thought I was being rude and sent me to my room without dinner. The culture differences between us were vast, and it
was going to take time to get used to a foreigner in the house.

Very interesting story so far.

Good Intentions, Bad Results
Chapter 2. Formalities and Traditional Values


Kameko was shy, and she didn't say much about herself. She mostly only spoke when spoken to. My younger sister, Olivia, turned out to be
the best source for getting information out of Kameko. I noticed our guest for a year acted slightly differently with each member of her
new "Family". Kameko can be chatty and bold when it's just her and Olivia in the girl's room. She is very respectful around Mom and pays
close attention to what mom says. When I speak to Kameko she nods her head and answers the question or responds to the comment.
The deferential attitude is most pronounced when it came to my father. When she responds to him she lowers her head even more, and when
she walks through a room while in his presence she moves slowly and sort of shuffles her feet.

Kameko came from the far northern part of Japan, about as far from Tokyo as one can get and still be in Japan. Her town is a small one,
comprised of those who fish or cultivate trees and a pumpkin variety called Kabocha. Where Tokyo is super modern, the small fishing town
Kameko was raised in is very traditional in their values. Girls are not the equal of males. Of course I never thought girls were equal to guys
to begin with, but it was on the third day of her living with us that I found out just how such a cultural difference would be a cause for some
surprise.

For several days Kameko said san as part of my name. Everybody in the family shortens my name from Finnegan to Finn most of the time.
Kameko started saying "Finn san" when she responded to me. She also said Shannon san when responding to dad. Kameko started off saying
Mr. Fitzpatrick, I guess something her parents told her to do. But dad found Shannon san to be much better. I really liked the little title
added to my name. It made it obvious who was in charge. The family pecking order was Dad, Mom, me, and Kameko and younger sis were
basically at the same level.

The third day after picking up Kameko from the airport, my sister needed to go to a play rehearsal. Dad was involved in a company meeting
at the John Deere dealership, so mom had to take Olivia to the rehearsal. I got to stay behind and there was no reason for Kameko to go
to the rehearsal, so she too stayed at the house with me.

As soon as mom and sis left, I went down the street to a friend's house. I took Kameko with me to introduce her to a few buddies of mine.
Greetings were made, and then Kameko sat down on a rock to watch us guys play frisbee footbal with tackling. It was three on three and
the game was a fun one. I could tell Kameko had no idea what we were up to, but she clapped and cheered whenever she saw I was
celebrating. We played the game in a field where cows had recently been grazing, so as we chased the frisbee and each other we had to
keep an eye out for cow shit landmines.

After nearly catching a long frisbee pass, I slipped and fell down. As my body rolled it went right over a semi-fresh cow patty that was as
wide as a pie plate. My shirt and jeans were a mess. At my buddy's house, a boy my age named Jackson, I got hosed off after the game to
get some of the stink off of me. I heard Kameko laughing as Jackson sprayed me down. I looked over at her, and for the first time she
was smiling and laughing when I was around. I had only heard her laugh when in the girl's room with Olivia. It was a sweet laugh, and
Kameko looked so cute. I took off my t-shirt to show off my muscles and Kameko laughed again. I had no idea if she was laughing at the
apparent lack of muscle, or she found the paleness of my chest and stomach in comparison to the arms to be hilarious. I was a true redneck
around the neck and up to the shoulders, but my main torso was completely on the white side.

I was a shy teenager, and rarely took my shirt off when around other people. On the other hand, my friend Jackson could get onto a horse
and ride it while starkers nekkid and hardly cared who saw him.

I was dripping wet and still stinking of cow manure when Kameko and I walked back to the house as the sun went down. After we went inside,
I told her to turn on the tv and watch something while I took a bath.

In the bathroom I dropped all my clothes on the floor, grimy socks and green stained jeans, along with the damp t-shirt. I had just finished
sudsing up my hair with shampoo when I heard the door open. I felt the rush of cooler air waft into the bathroom. I had my eyes closed, and
thought something must have gone wrong with the rehearsal and mom was back home early. I ducked my head under the water, and when I
came up and got the water out of my eyes I saw Kameko standing half-way between the bathroom door and the bathtub. She stood there,
unmoving like a statue.

"What are you doing in here, Kameko?"

"You are my onii-chan. You my big brother. Me your sister." Kameko takes a couple steps closer.

I sit up a little in the tub. I raise up my upper body, bring my lower body up closer. My hands slam down to shield my crotch.

"I don't understand, Kameko. What does being big brother have to do with anything?"

Kameko takes another couple steps closer. She is only a few feet away now. She nearly bows before me, hands in front of her, held together.

"Girls of village take care of brother. You have clothes need washing. I wash clothes for you."

"Really?...you don't have to - -"

Kameko bent down to pick up my wet and crumpled up shirt. She picked up the jeans and the grimy socks, and she then picked up my
dingy-gray tighty whitey briefs!

"I wash clothes for you, okay?"

I was stunned and amazed. The exhange student, a girl the same age as me, just waltzed right into the bathroom while I'm in the tub. She
has my clothes in her hands bundled up.

"Um...okie dokie. I won't stop you from washing them. You really don't have to you know."

I thought Kameko would take the clothes and leave the room, but that isn't what she did. Stepping right up to the edge of the tub, Kameko
tosses all my dirty clothes into the bathtub.

"You wash your body. Me wash clothes." Kameko then knelt down and she plunges her hands into the still mostly clear water of my
bath.

Kameko is not as shy as we first thought!

She's likely been wanting to see Finnegan naked ever since she arrived. With everyone else out of the house and knowing he's taking a bath, she took the opportunity.

Depending on how vigorously she washes the clothes Kameko may end up touching something else in that bathtub...

Be funny if Olivia was able to see this situation in progress.

Good Intentions, Bad Results
Chapter 3. Clean Body, Dirty Thoughts


It was one unexpected thing after another. I had no clue that Kameko, the exchange student, who normally seemed so shy and unassuming,
meek and modest, would come into the bathroom while I was in the tub. It wasn't like her. However, I had only known her for three days.

Mostly she didn't speak unless spoken to. Kameko waited until somebody else indicated a course of action. She didn't assert herself into any
situation where she wasn't invited. So you can imagine my surprise to find her gathering up my dirty clothes, then tossing them into the
bathtub. I was already covering myself when she came close to the tub. And when she got down on her knees, putting her hands into the
water I had to cover myself up even more, drawing my knees up to my chest.

For a while I sat like that, almost curled up into a ball. Kameko barely glanced at me as she worked on scrubbing my dirty clothes I wore
during the tackle frisbee football game over at Jackson's house. I watched as she used her hands to rub the bar of soap on my socks and jeans.
She carefully scrunched up and pulled wide my t-shirt. Fortunately the water of the tub went from clear to cloudy. I was no longer so
concerned she could see my balls between my lower legs pulled close to my body.

Kameko stopped washing and she looked at me.

"Why you no wash yourself?"

It was a good question. I'm here in the tub to do just that. But I didn't expect to become part of a washing machine. I didn't expect to have
somebody in the bathroom with me.

"Water all murky now. Me can't see penis. Go on. Wash yourself is okay with me. Kameko don't matter. Me only girl."

She was right. With the water having gotten murky she would have a hard time seeing anything clearly. I stretched my legs out, but I made
sure nothing could be seen. I added some shampoo to the water and stirred it around to create some bubbles. Kameko laughed when she saw
me do that.

"You shy boy. Cute boy," Kameko said, and she picked up my white briefs underwear. She held them up, spotted some small holes on the
backside. "Holy underwear. No good. Someday I make you fundoshi. That make you feel like real man."

I had no idea what she meant by fundoshi. At that moment I didn't want to know. I did want to know how she believed it was okay to go into
the bathroom while I was taking a bath, but I kept the question to myself. As Kameko washed each item, she then wrung it out by twisting
the item of clothing. Then reaching over my legs, Kameko hung the item on one of the two towel bars attached to the tiles above the tub.

I felt so self-conscious, having a girl so close when I'm naked was unnerving. I asked for the bar of soap, and I rubbed it on the wash cloth.
I rubbed my chest and arms. Kameko grabbed my foot, lifting my right foot up and out of the water.

"I wash feet." was all she said, and I sat there unable to say anything as she squeezed her dainty fingers between my toes, then massaged the
middle of my foot. It felt amazing and good. Too good. I could feel my dick get hard and now I had to worry about it popping up out of the
water. The water level is just above my bellybutton. My dick doesn't come near reaching my bellybutton. I'm not that lucky. But if my
erection is allowed to press up against my tummy then the head would be only inches below the surface. Kameko might see it.

I used my left hand to hold my dick down between my thighs. It throbbed and wanted desperately to pop up and be free. I had certain
thoughts in my head telling me to let it do just that. Just let go of it and let it show just below the surface of the water like a fish or turtle
coming up for air.

"Wash your back, onii-chan?" Kameko asked me.

I slid myself forward into the middle of the tub. This makes the water level go down on my mid-section. I have to hold my hands down
there to keep things covered as I spread my knees out wider as my legs can't be straight out anymore. Kameko uses the washcloth to do my back. It sends chills through my body. This is the most intense thing I've ever experienced. Would she insist on washing more of my body? What might
she expect?

I was now afraid she would start onto other parts without asking. She could easily reach down and take hold of something. Kameko had the
soap in her right hand, which was held in front of my chest. The soap suddenly slipped from her fingers, plunking down in between my knees.
Her hand reached down to follow.

"I'll find it," I blurted out, as my hand moved lighting fast to plunge down between my knees first. I fished my hand around and found the
bar of soap just under my left thigh. If Kameko was the one to search for it, finding the soap would have brought her fingers only inches
from my balls. She might have brushed her hand up against my erection!

"Thanks for washing my back," I said. "You did a great job with the clothes. I'll finish up here."

"You want me to leave?" Kameko asked, and she looked right at me with a face that didn't give away what answer she expected to receive.

It took me a moment to say it. "Yes...you can go now, Kameko."

The exchange student stands up, and she bows down before me. Though it looked like she was trying to get one more glance down at trying
to see something...but maybe I was just paranoid about her intentions.

"You nice big brother. I am honored to serve you," and Kameko turned around and left the bathroom.

For a while I just sat there in the tub. I never had a girl so close to me like that before. I was a flabbergasted and my body was tense. I
laughed when I realized what would get me relaxed was a massage, and I wondered if Kameko would give me one. My dick twitched at the
thought, sending ripples and waves along the water as the head broke the surface. I never felt so horny in my life. I was not able
to jerk off to thoughts of Kameko giving me a massage. I would probably have jerked off to the mental imaginings of the young and pretty
Japanese girl washing more than just my feet or back. I had second thoughts about searching for the soap first. The thought of her
"accidentally" grabbing hold of my hard dick as her hand roamed under the murky sudsy water...it sent a chill through me, and I got goose
bumps.

My mom and sister came home from the play rehearsal. I could hear the car doors slamming shut. I had to quickly finish up and get out to
dry off. My dick didn't want to go down. It was still throbbing when I walked out into the hallway with the towel around my waist. I bumped
into Olivia. My twelve year old sister looked down at the bulge pushing out and she gave me a funny look. She stood her ground as she
watched me walk to my room, staring at me the whole time with that look on her face.

Things were never the same again in the house. Every time I saw Kameko my mind immediately went to thoughts of bathtubs and massages.
I had to be careful not to walk around in only boxers as I was having more hardon issues than I'd ever had before.

Good Intentions, Bad Results
Chapter 4. Making Kameko Feel at Home


Did I mention I had to be sure not to leave my room while dressed in only boxers? I think I did. It was something I used to have no trouble
with. I could go from the bathroom to the bedroom after a bath wearing boxers. I sometimes went from the bedroom to the kitchen to
get a snack or a drink later in the evening. It didn't bother me much if my parents or little sister saw me. I didn't hang around and have
long chats with anybody while wearing almost nothing, but it isn't much different from wearing shorts and no shirt. That all changed after
Kameko came to stay with us.

I told you that she only had three sets of clothes when she showed up at the airport, everything she had placed into one suitcase.
She had the school uniform with blouse, skirt and tie. She had day clothes of shorts and a long sleeve shirt or a pullover sweater. And the final
thing she had was a simple nightgown type of thing. It wasn't brightly colored. It didn't even have very a short hemline. But when Kameko
walked around the house in it all I could do was stare, and try to stare right through it to see what she has on underneath that Japanese
robe. Even my dad cleared his throat several times the first time he saw our exchange student enter the living room after dressing for bedtime.

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I remember the sudden pressure down in the crotch of my jeans the first time I saw her sit down on a chair while in her lovely robe. The way
the bottom of it rode up her thighs as she crossed one leg over the other. I could barely concentrate on anything else. I got even more
excited each time I saw her in the kimono after hearing from Olivia that Kameko doesn't even have a bra. In Japanese tradition, younger
girls rarely had need for one, and the girls who did wear a western style bra did so because they were fatter and needed the lift.

* * * * *

There was only one weekend left before the beginning of the school year. I was wanting Kameko to feel at home in America, not to be so
worried about fitting in. I wanted her to lighten up and be at ease. She asked me "What do American boys do for fun?" I told her there
isn't much to do around my house, but I'll ask Jackson if we could come over. Jackson has a computer online game setup and I don't. Jackson
has a basketball hoop attached to the garage and I don't. Jackson has a swimming pool (a clean cattle tank) and I don't. Jackson isn't the nicest
guy in the world. In fact, at times he can be a real jerk. But Jackson has things to do that are fun and that is why I go over to his house.

Kameko and I walked over to Jackson's house on a Saturday afternoon. Olivia was again at a play rehearsal. I told Kameko to have a snack
and watch some tv while I had a short chat with Jackson. My friend is a little older than me, a little bigger than me, and he is a whole lot
more daring and creative when it comes to getting into trouble. I told Jackson that Kameko asked me the question "What do American boys
do for fun?". I didn't have much of an answer for Kameko, and I wondered what Jackson thought of that question. At first he thought about
a zombie killing game, then rejected it. He thought about going joy riding in his dad's car...but then thought better of it. Finally, he smiled
and laughed and he said he had a great idea. Jackson had me tell Kameko that we were preparing something, and we would soon be out
when it was ready.

Jackson went to his dresser, and in the top drawer he reached in and pulled something out, actually it was two somethings. When I saw them
I flipped out. "Oh Hell no! You are crazy."

When Jackson told me what he wanted to do I again told him "Hell No!...I'm not doing that."

* * * * *

Both Jackson and I went into the living room, both of us wearing robes. Jackson did the talking.

"Finn here says he wants us to show you what American boys do for fun. But first we need to move some furniture out of the way."

The couch was moved back, several chairs moved to the dining room, as a larger space was made in the middle of the living room. Then
Jackson and I stood on opposite sides of the rug that lay on the floor.

"On a count of three," Jackson said. "One...two...three..."

Both of us removed our robes to reveal that we had on nothing but a jock strap. I had vigorously opposed the idea, but Jackson won't take
"NO" for an answer. He said this would be a great way to entertain Kameko and make her feel welcome. My biggest complaint was a jock
strap has the asshole uncovered. Jackson's solution was to take cloth tape and wrap the two back straps of the jock together so it was a butt
crack cover, sort of. The two separate straps remained separated at the top section, leaving the top of our cracks showing.

Kameko's mouth dropped open (before covering it up with a hand), and her pretty eyes got very large. Then she giggled and nodded her head.

Jackson continued with his explanation, "American boys love to do Sumo Wrestling. It's our favorite type of wrestling...afer women's mud
wrestling at the rodeo of course. This is how we play this. The one who can push the other off of the rug three times is the winner."

Kameko looks very excited. "American boy Sumo most interesting. You look...very authentic. I give kiss to winner."

Haha another brilliant update.

I have a feeling Jackson is so daring, he's going to be causing a lot of trouble and embarrassment for Finnegan to try and impress Kameko. With the reward of a kiss for the winner I bet this sumo fight will be highly competitive!

Good Intentions, Bad Results
Chapter 5. Who's The Big Wiener?


Maybe I heard what Kameko said the same way Jackson did, but Jackson's mind was definitely deeper in the gutter of perverse thinking.

"I give kiss to winner", That is what Kameko said, but her Japanese accent made it sound like something else.

Jackson slapped me on the shoulder, and he pointed at the exchange student. "Did you hear that? What she'll do for the one who wins.
Kameko will kiss their wiener."

I shook my head. "You know that ain't right."

Jackson grinned like he'd just won the big fat bunny rabbit at the county fair for eating the most pies. "She did say that...didn't you. If
Finn here wins you are going to kiss his wiener. You do know what a wiener is, right?"

Kameko looks a little confused. "I not understand. What you mean by weeener?"

Jackson snort/laughed, and he leaned down. What he did made me jump when he pushed his finger right onto the bulge in the jockstrap
I had on.

Kameko's eyes got big, and then she lowered her face, covered the face with her hands. She giggled and shook her head. When she looked
at me again, her eyes went right to between my legs. I felt immediately self-conscious, as the sudden poke and the mental image of Kameko
bending down before me to plant a kiss on me down there had it jerking and twitching in the cotton mesh pouch.

"I do kiss on lips. Maybe three times. I no kiss boy down there. Boku no pico."

The last part I had no idea what Kameko said. Then Jackson shocked me by adding another prize for the winner of the sumo wrestling
match. As he slapped me on the rear end he said, "The loser has to grab the bottle of baby oil and give the winner a butt massage."

I told Jackson he was a sick puppy, but he said time to start the match, and we moved to the center of the square rug. The strategy was
a simple one, push the other guy off of the rug. Easy peasy nice n squeezy.

The problem was I hadn't really thought about how much bigger and stronger Jackson is. He's a year older, a couple inches taller, and he
can toss a bale of hay that I can barely budge. For a while he played with me, letting me push him toward the edge of the rug/mat. Kameko
got excited when it looked like I might push the larger Jackson over the edge. But quick as a cat, he flipped around and had me push him
the other direction.

Jackson kept grinning at me, and I was getting frustrated trying to push back. I have no idea what a Sumo wrestling match really looks like,
I just recall seeing how huge and fat those guys are. My mind is not focused enough on what I'm doing. Jackson sidesteps and I move to
far forward. He gives me a little nudge and I step off of the rug.

"I'm the weeener," Jackson says, proud as a peacock. "Maybe we do a kiss each round. Kameko kisses me now and if you win a round, then
you get a kiss."

It seemed like a good plan to me. I didn't think I would win the whole match, pushing Jackon off three times. But I might win a round and
earn me a kiss, so I immediately agreed.

What I didn't expect was how sensuous and arousing it was to see Kameko kiss Jackson. She didn't wrap her arms around his neck, but she
did press her lips onto his for several seconds. Jackson then pranced around the square space of the rug, preening like a big bird. I could
tell his dick was bigger. It was a lot more noticeable. Then I looked down to see I too was bulging out a lot more than before. Jackson and
I must have been quite the show for Kameko. The Japanese girl sat back down and round two got underway. Two teenage boys working up
a sweat while wearing nothing but jockstraps, a show worthy of throwing peanuts and popcorn at the contestants.

This time Jackson finished it real fast. He just grabbed me and pushed and pushed and bulldogged me all the way into a corner, my heels
mere inches from the out of bounds. Then he blew in my face and made it appear like he'd "Blown" me over. He was creative in how he
could dominate me when he wanted to. Again he marches over to the couch to get his second kiss. This time he put his hands on the girl's
cheeks and held the kiss for several seconds longer. I was getting real jealous. I needed to win a round. Going 0 for 3 would be humiliating
in itself.

To start the third round I rushed as hard as I could. Finally, I had Jackson backing up. I push some more and he goes off the rug. I jump up
and down, barely caring that I'm basically 90 percent naked and Kameko my "little sister' is watching me.

I walk over to the couch. Kameko stands up and smiles at me. I am so nervous. I lean my face down and she gets on her toes to push her
face to mine. I close my eyes as our lips touch. It's amazing, so soft and gentle and I can smell her sweet perfume.

My eyes are jolted open as I feel the back of the jockstrap pull outward. Jackson yanked on the back waistband and he pulled, then let go.
The whap was loud and made me jump. The front of my body bumped into Kameko. She giggled and lowered her head.

"So sorry" I said, and I turned around to get back onto the rug. I'm behind, but can I make up the difference. The fourth round began and
once again Jackson made if all too quick. He grabbed my arms, then pulled me across the space. Is there pulling in Sumo? I don't know, so
what the hell can I do. He gets close to the edge and he begins to spin us around. The he picks me up, which I had no idea he would do.
I get placed over a shoulder and Jackson walks back across the rug, strutting the whole time for Kameko's attention.

"Move over, Kameko," he says, then Jackson tosses me onto the couch. It was more like a pro rassling match where one wrestler tosses the
other over the top rope. It's definitely illegal for sumo, but we have no referee. Jackson declares himself the winner, raising his arms, then
lowering them to grasp hold of the large bulge in his jockstrap.

"This was great. Grab that bottle of baby oil. Get it warmed up. I'm gonna take my prize from Kameko...and then you can rub my ass."