From louvre@dido.fa.indiana.eduFri Jun 23 01:34:12 1995
Date: Thu, 22 Jun 95 23:56:55 EST
From: The Louvre <louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu>
To: jstevens@tdg.res.uoguelph.ca
Subject: Re: request (auto response)



Cream Lemon  Be My Baby


 Cream Lemon Part 1: Be My Baby
 Version 1.0 by Mike House
 Date Unknown

 Version 2.0 by Jeff Okamoto
 03/26/88

 This script is a translation of a copyrighted work, and as such,
 it is subject to applicable international copyright laws.

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 Reproduction of this material is permitted
 for NON-PROFIT purposes only!
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 Ami looked across the breakfast table at her older brother, Hiroshi,
 trying desperately not to look - or at least not be noticed
 by Hiroshi or their mother, who was sitting between them at the table.
 She could scarcely believe how handsome he was -
 dark, wavy hair, blue eyes,
 and a build that justified his being on his high school track team:
 lean, yet just muscular enough, without being overly so.
 And when he smiled...
 After breakfast, Ami and Hiroshi saw their mother out to her Porsche,
 where she reminded Hiroshi to take care of his baby sister.
 Then she drove off to her work and what was probably,
 to her, her real life.
 All day long, during school,
 Ami daydreamed off and on about Hiroshi -
 until she overheard two of her closest friends talking about him.
 ``He's gorgeous!''
 ``Every girl in school wants him.''
 ``I wonder if I'll get a chance to find out what he's really like. . .''
 Ami didn't want to listen to it anymore,
 so she turned and walked away from them.
 Neither of them understood why.
 ``Ami!
 Where are you going?''
 ``Come back! What's wrong?''
 But Ami was completely beyond hearing them.
 She was daydreaming again.

 * * *
 Actually, she was remembering a time years ago,
 when she and Hiroshi were playing together.
 A much smaller version of herself,
 running through some grass.
 Hiroshi, also younger, trying to catch up to her.
 ``Come on, Big Brother!''
 ``Ami!
 Wait a second!''
 And on and on, laughing the whole way...

 * * *
 It was after school,
 and Ami went to watch her brother practice at the school track.
 It thrilled her to watch him - and it also hurt,
 because she knew that what she was starting to feel was wrong,
 and that somehow she must try not to think of it. . .
 ``Excuse me, but aren't you Ami?''
 Ami whirled in the direction of the voice, startled out of her reverie.
 She found herself face-to-face with a very pretty girl,
 who looked at her with some concern.
 ``Pardon me'' Ami replied, once she snapped back.
 ``You are Ami, aren't you?
 Hiroshi's little sister?'' the strange girl asked again.
 ``Uh. . .yes,'' Ami stammered out.
 ``Oh, that's good.
 Then would you give this to Hiroshi, please?''
 she said, holding out a folded piece of paper.
 Ami took it without saying a word.
 ``Thank you very much,''
 the girl said before she ran off toward the stands,
 leaving Ami all alone at the fence by the track.
 She stared at the delicate paper in her hands for several seconds,
 tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
 Then he eyes went from the note,
 to Hiroshi standing at the starting line,
 and back to the note again.
 Then, squeezing her eyes shut against the coming tears,
 she turned her head to one side and held the note away from her.
 With one forceful tear, the note ripped into smaller pieces,
 and Ami let them go to be carried away on the breeze.
 This made her feel much better, and she sighed, almost in relief.
 It was as if the damned thing never existed.

 * * *
 The two of them walked home from school together.
 Their mother's car wasn't in the driveway,
 but that didn't surprise either of them.
 Mother usually didn't get home until late, anyway.
 Ami felt ill at ease, being so close to Hiroshi while they walked,
 and to tell the truth, so did Hiroshi.
 But they both simply attempted to ignore the way
 they both had begun to feel, neither one
 knowing that the other felt the same way.
 Ami went straight to her room, changed into two towels -
 one around her torso, the other around her hair -
 and then went into the shower.
 From his own room,
 Hiroshi listened to her movements over the noise of his CD.
 He thought about her yet again.
 Her long, brown hair coming down just past her shoulders,
 her body just developing into that of a woman,
 her sweet face, her blue eyes. . .
 He lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, as the CD played on. . .
 Then, suddenly he got up from bed, and walked over toward the bathroom,
 and the sound of running water.

 *  *  *
 Ami closed the bathroom door behind her.
 She leaned against the door for a moment,
 then took off her towels,
 pausing for a moment to look at her naked self,
 both in and out of the mirror.
 Then she turned on the shower and waited for the temperature to become
 comfortable for her.
 Once it was, she got in, pulled the shower curtain,
 and started washing herself.
 But as she did so, she started to daydream again.
 The warm, steaming, enclosed cabinet,
 combined with warm water and soapsuds all over her skin,
 started her remembering again.
 It was the same memory she'd had earlier.
 One she'd been having more and more frequently now.
 And this time it played itself all the way out.

 *  *  *
 Herself, much younger, running through a grassy field on a sunny day.
 Hiroshi, chasing her, calling to her to wait.
 Then the scene changed.
 She was standing still, crying.
 And Hiroshi was on his knees in front of her,
 holding up her skirt and pulling down her panties.
 Then he reached up and started fingering her vulva,
 all the while trying to reassure her:
 ``It's all right, Ami, it's. . .
 it's all right!''
 But despite his words, she just kept on crying. . .
 But she only cried then.
 Now, the thought of him doing that to her got her going.
 Her hands slipped between her thighs.
 She squeezed them together tightly between her thighs.
 Then her legs seemed to go completely limp, and she fell, sitting,
 with her legs spread in front of her.
 The feelings got more and more intense,
 building the more she thought of her Big Brother,
 until, all sweaty and steamy, she came in a tremendous gush,
 crying out all the while, her eyes squeezed shut. . .
 until she heard the door suddenly close with a slam.
 Ami's head whipped round, her eyes wide open,
 fear written all over her entire face.
 She knew that it could only have been one person.

 *  *  *
 Hiroshi had walked up to the bathroom and opened the door just a bit.
 He stayed for quite some while,
 because Ami had not drawn the shower curtain all the way shut.
 Then, as she finished coming, he panicked and bolted,
 slamming the door shut behind him.
 Ami dried herself, put on her towels, and walked into his room,
 where she found him lying on his bed,
 listening to his CD as if nothing had happened.
 He looked up as the door opened.
 She stood in the doorway.
 The two of them looked into each other's eyes,
 pained expressions on both their faces.
 ``Big Brother. . .''
 Ami said softly.
 Then she turned and walked into her own room, leaving the door open.
 Hiroshi watched after her.
 Then he got up and went over to her room as well.
 Ami had taken the towel off of her hair and was brushing it,
 standing before her mirror, which was directly opposite the door,
 when Hiroshi came in.
 Seeing him in the mirror, she turned around to face him. . .
 and the clean white towel she had on fell off, drifting slowly, softly,
 to rest on the floor.
 Ami now stood completely naked before her brother,
 who at first simply stood and stared, as surprised as she was.
 Then he found his resolve, and strode across
 the room to her.
 He wrapped his arms around her, taking hold of her bare buttocks,
 pressing himself against her breasts, and kissing her deeply.
 All of this took Ami completely by surprise.
 All she managed to get out before Hiroshi kissed her was,
 ``Big Brother!
 No!
 We musn't!
 M-mmmmmmmm!''
 Her eyes were wide open, but his were closed.
 She struggled to break free of his grip, but he would not let her go.
 Finally, her own struggles began to subside,
 and she returned her brother's embrace willingly,
 as she'd wanted to all along.

 *  *  *
 Ami lay back on her bed, as Hiroshi,
 in all his naked glory, climbed up with her.
 She reached up for him, and he returned her embrace,
 gently laying himself atop her.
 They kissed each other warmly yet urgently,
 knowing that at last, their need, their desire, for each other,
 would at last be released.
 But even as Ami held him, Hiroshi slowly slipped down her,
 like rain water, his tongue leaving a trail to mark his passage -
 over her breasts, down her stomach, until finally he reached her sweet,
 moist pussy, and began to lick her in earnest.
 Her eyes alternated between squeezing shut and flying wide open,
 so intense was her feeling.
 She could hardly believe that she was actually doing this,
 let alone with him.
 When she had recovered to the point that she could talk again,
 he got up on his knees, presenting his erect cock to her.
 ``Ami. . .'' he said expectantly, almost urgently.
 Ami looked at his throbbing cock in wonder, almost with a sense of awe.
 Then, with wide eyes, she nodded once,
 and proceeded to take him into her mouth.
 The feeling was incredible for both of them,
 as her lips and tongue moved up and down his warm hardness.
 But soon they had finished with the preliminaries, as they saw it,
 and now it was time to get down to what they were really there for.
 First, Hiroshi gently laid Ami onto her back, and then,
 kneeling astride her, slowly, painfully, at first, he entered her.
 He moaned and she cried out,
 as their tortured flesh at last knew relief.
 Then, after several minutes, Ami stopped,
 and then had Hiroshi lie on his back.
 Then she sat on top of him, and lowering herself onto him,
 she began to grind.
 They fucked for several minutes until both of them came explosively.
 Then they lay together, she atop him, and they started to cool off. . .
 until there suddenly came a knocking at the door.
 Ami sat bolt upright, still astride Hiroshi's cock,
 and stared at the door.
 Hiroshi got up one elbow and turned his head
 to look in the same direction.
 Initial shock quickly turned to horror,
 as an all-too familiar voice came through the door.
 ``Ami!
 This is your mother!
 What's going on in there?
 Ami!
 Open this door right now!
 Ami!''

jim@ferkel.ucsb.edu (Jim Lick)
Re: Cream Lemon "Be My Baby"

Since rtang didn't explain Cream Lemon, I will.  Cream Lemon is a series of
animated sex videos made in Japan. 'Be My Baby' was the first one in the
series.  There have also been Cream Lemon art books and comic books
published.  The major drawback is that in accordance with Japanese law, all
genitalia is either blacked out or fuzzed out.  Still, where else but Japan
can you find good-quality animated sex with a stereo hi-fi soundtrack?  Some
of these are available uncensored in the US, but are a bit hard to find.

                            Jim Lick