The afternoon had melted into evening, and Haruto, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilarating fulfillment, finally thought about heading home. But then a sudden, jarring realization hit him: his older sister, Onee-chan, would definitely notice the lingering scent on him. He probably reeked of sex, of Akiko, and there was no way he'd get away with it. "Hey, Akiko," he mumbled, a little self-consciously, "I think I need to shower for a bit."
Akiko just smiled, a lazy, contented curve of her lips. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. "We'll shower together," she purred, her voice a soft hum against his ear. And just like that, without another word, she led him toward the bathroom.
