The morning sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, casting soft gold onto the breakfast table. Aiko, her hair damp and clinging faintly to her neck, looked like a picture of affection as she fed Asahi forkfuls of omelet. Her smile was warm, syrupy sweet with a hidden smugness that only Shin could read.
But Shin wasn't focused on Aiko.
Not really.
His arm rested calmly around Ai's shoulders, who nestled close beside him, wrapped in the oversized hoodie she'd stolen from his wardrobe. To everyone else, she looked cozy, maybe even sleepy from the long night. But beneath the thick folds of soft cotton, her entire body was trembling.
Because Shin's other hand—the one hidden from view—had just started to wander.
It began with a casual stroke, the soft brush of his fingers grazing the bare skin of her thigh. Ai had worn only the hoodie, the hem barely covering her upper thighs. She hadn't thought he'd notice.
She had wanted him to.
Her breath caught. Her fingers tightened around his arm.
"O-Onii-Chan…" she whispered, barely audible, lips close to his ear, as her body jolted slightly from the pressure of his squeeze.
He didn't look at her. He didn't need to. His eyes stayed focused on the table, on Aiko laughing as she cooed over Asahi. But his fingers continued their slow exploration, gliding higher, teasing the inner line of her thigh with such aching patience that Ai could hardly sit still.
"You're such a bad girl, Ai…" Shin whispered, voice barely more than a breath, felt more than heard. His tone was low, warm, commanding.
Aiko's voice rose lightly, speaking to Asahi, who giggled while chewing. Shin's fingers found the hem of Ai's hoodie, and slowly slipped under.
Ai stifled a gasp.
Her skin burned where his hand passed, and when his fingers brushed over her mound—bare and already slick—she shivered so violently her knee bumped the underside of the table.
Shin's fingers paused. Her eyes widened.
"You're not wearing any panties," he whispered, his voice dark with amusement.
Her face turned a crimson so deep it nearly matched the strawberry slices on her plate.
Aiko tilted her head just then, asking sweetly, "Hey, A-chan… do I smell like him too?"
Ai bit her lip hard, barely hearing the teasing question. Shin's fingers had begun to move again, gliding gently over her folds. Teasing.
"Ahn… O-Onii-Chan…" she whispered again, her voice nearly breaking with the desperate flutter of heat pulsing in her lower belly.
Shin leaned his head a little closer, face calm, amused. "Don't make a sound. You can laugh, Ai… laugh when Asahi does something silly. Just pretend."
Right on cue, Asahi leaned in dramatically and sniffed at Aiko's collarbone.
"You smell like Onii-Chan everywhere! Like… a lot!" he declared.
Ai gasped—but twisted it into a laugh. Her laugh bubbled out too fast, too high-pitched. Her shoulders shook with the forced sound, but her nails dug into Shin's arm under the table, trying to ground herself.
"You're practically glowing with him!" Asahi beamed.
Shin's fingers dipped lower.
Ai's eyes fluttered shut. Her legs tensed beneath the table.
She couldn't stop the low exhale that slipped past her lips.
Shin leaned into her, whispering directly into her ear, "Still glowing, Ai? Or are you about to melt?"
Ai let out a choked giggle, pressing her forehead to his shoulder, trying to hide the way her breath came in ragged bursts.
"Haa-Onee-Chan…" she gasped through her teeth, cheeks burning as Aiko squealed at Shin.
"Did you hear that, Taa-Kun?! He said I'm practically radiating your smell!"
"Guess that makes us married now, huh?" Shin quipped aloud with a smirk—never once breaking rhythm with his fingers, which now slid between Ai's folds, dipping just enough to make her thighs tremble.
"Exactly!" Aiko pointed at him triumphantly, then clutched Asahi against her chest again with exaggerated delight. "Your little brother can smell the truth!"
"Then I want a proper wedding after breakfast," she whispered teasingly yet breathlessly.
"Wedding plans after pancakes," he added casually, to everyone.
To Ai, he murmured, "But maybe we should have our honeymoon now. Quietly."
Her body was already arching. She bit down on her bottom lip so hard she tasted a hint of blood.
Rika asked Asahi, "Do I smell like Onii-San too?"
Ai barely heard. All she could feel was the way Shin pressed one finger inside her, slow and steady, as if testing her resistance. There was none.
None at all.
She was too wet, too desperate.
Ai clenched her hand over her mouth as her legs shifted under the table.
Asahi sniffed dramatically near Rika, then turned toward Yuki. "And Yuki-Nii?"
Shin added a second finger.
Ai gasped—and masked it with a breathless laugh as Yuki flailed and protested.
"You smell like Onii-Chan too!" Asahi cried.
Ai doubled over, feigning giggles as her back curled with the pressure mounting in her core. Shin curled his fingers inside her, then whispered, "That's two… want a third?"
She whimpered into his shoulder, her body shaking. She nodded.
The third finger slid in.
Her whole body contracted around it.
"Onii-Chan…" she whispered so faintly it vanished in the air between them.
"You're taking me so well," he whispered back, his lips brushing her earlobe. "My good girl. Keep laughing."
Rika burst into laughter. Aiko collapsed over the table, laughing so hard she shook the plates.
Perfect timing.
Ai threw her head back, a laugh bursting from her mouth like a sob. It trembled, broke apart mid-sound. Her hands were fisted tightly in Shin's sleeve now.
"Why does everyone smell like Onii-Chan?" Asahi asked in wonder.
Shin, for his part, simply leaned his cheek into his hand and grinned. "No one's stealing. We're just… really close."
Shin's voice dropped lower, darker. "Because they all want to be close to me, Ai."
He pressed deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back.
She moaned—but caught it, buried it with a shaky exhale that became a fake giggle as Asahi sniffed Shin himself.
"He smells like everyone!" Asahi exclaimed.
Ai whimpered into Shin's arm. She couldn't move. Her whole body was trembling. Her climax built fast now—too fast.
"You're about to come, aren't you?" Shin whispered.
She nodded, desperate.
"Then do it. Right here. Quietly. Just pretend you're laughing."
He pumped harder, faster—but still controlled, still quiet. Ai clenched her thighs together, trying to suppress the tidal wave already crashing inside her. She bit her lip until it bled.
"Well, isn't that poetic…" Ai said aloud with a breathy laugh, just as her release hit.
She shattered.
Her body pulsed, legs twitching under the table, her hips shifting ever so slightly against his hand. Her laugh twisted into a high-pitched squeal, too giddy to be suspicious.
"Oh god," Aiko wheezed, not noticing a thing. "I'm gonna die."
Ai nearly did. Her body trembled in the aftershocks, her face buried in Shin's sleeve.
Asahi leaned in again. "Rika-Onee-Chan, you smell like Yuki-Nii… around here."
Shin slowly pulled his fingers out, wiped them with his napkin casually. He lifted the glass of juice with the same hand, drinking calmly.
Ai was still twitching. Still breathless. Her hoodie clung to her sticky, hot body. She had to swallow twice before she could even breathe normally.
Shin looked at her sidelong, finally giving her a sly, knowing smirk.
"Still want that wedding after breakfast?" he whispered.
She laughed—this time truly.
Her body was still glowing.
But this glow was only for him.
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END OF CHAPTER : 195 : UNDER THE HOODIE!
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