The light of morning crept through the curtains, spilling across the living room. The television was off.
For a second, I thought I was in heaven until I remembered where I was.
Warmth pressed in from both sides. Kotoha was curled in my lap, her pajama top loose, her breath brushing against my chest. Hikari lay against my side, her arm resting over me as if she had fallen asleep holding me there.
I stayed still, breathing slowly. Kotoha shifted faintly, her body twitching as she nestled closer, lips grazing my shirt.
"…Souta-kun, Kotoha… it's morning."
My eyes opened. Hikari was already upright, brushing her hair back with her fingers. She smiled softly down at us.
"Kotoha, you'll catch a cold sleeping like this."
A faint groan escaped Kotoha as she rubbed her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed, one strap of her pajama top sliding down her shoulder. She yawned, then leaned into me again, still half-asleep.
Hikari's gaze lingered.
"Honestly, you two look like a married couple when you sleep like that."
Kotoha's face turned bright pink. "M-mom!"
"What? It's true." Hikari chuckled, gathering the empty cups on the table.
"It's nice to see you so close. You look so adorable together. You used to be like this all the time when you were kids."
Kotoha clutched the blanket tighter around herself, stammering without words. I smiled faintly and watched them, committing the moment to memory.
"Come on, both of you. Wash up. I'll make breakfast."
"You don't have to, Hikari-san. I already ate with you last night. I don't want to intrude on your morning."
"Intrude? Souta-kun, don't be silly. You're family, right? I'll be happier if you eat with us."
"But—"
"No buts. Sit down and wait. I'll call you when it's ready."
Kotoha tugged my sleeve with a quiet giggle.
"You can't win against Mom when she decides something."
I pretended to admit defeat. In reality, I was loving it here. Why would I deny the chance to spend time with Hikari and Kotoha?
The sound of Hikari in the kitchen followed, the faint clatter of dishes, the smell of miso and grilled fish already drifting into the room.
Kotoha stretched her arms above her head. The strap of her pajama top slipped down her shoulder, and she caught it quickly before standing.
The sight made my morning wood throb harder. I want to lick her armpits.
"I'll go wash up first." She hugged the blanket close to her body.
At the edge of the room she stopped, glancing back at me. Her cheeks reddened, her voice soft enough that only I could hear.
"…I'll use the enema like you told me to, Souta-kun. I'll be ready."
Her eyes darted away, and a small smile flickered on her lips before she hurried toward the bathroom.
From the kitchen came the sound of Hikari humming as she worked, the smell of breakfast spreading.
I stood and stretched. "I'll head home to wash up too, Hikari-san. I'll be back in a little while."
"Alright. Don't take too long. Breakfast will be ready soon."
At home, I quickly jerked off to pictures of Hikari, my secret stash.
By the time I returned, the Minase house was already filled with the smell of grilled fish and miso. I had washed up and changed into my uniform. The crisp collar and jacket felt sharp against my skin, a contrast to the warmth waiting inside.
Hikari greeted me with a smile from the kitchen. The table was set neatly, bowls of steaming rice, grilled salmon, miso soup, and slices of tamagoyaki.
Kotoha came down from the stairs in her own uniform. Her hair was down today, straight and silky, each strand shining faintly as though she had taken extra time to iron it. She rarely wore it like that. The simple change gave her a calm elegance, different from her usual playful ponytails.
Hikari glanced up and let out a soft chuckle.
"My, my… you put a lot of effort into your hair this morning. Did you do that for Souta-kun?"
Kotoha froze halfway to her seat, her cheeks burning as she fumbled with her chopsticks.
"I-It's not like that… I just… felt like trying something new."
Hikari's smile deepened as she set a bowl on the table. "I see. It suits you. Very pretty."
Kotoha bit her lip, avoiding my eyes, though her fingers twitched with nervous energy.
I held her hand under the table and whispered.
"You look very pretty today."
She smiled shyly before looking away. She was so cute I had to commit the sight to memory.
Breakfast passed with the quiet clatter of dishes and the soft voices of morning. Hikari kept refilling our bowls, scolding Kotoha gently when she tried to eat too fast. Kotoha pouted, then sneaked a glance at me, as if to confirm if I noticed her effort.
When the dishes were cleared away, Hikari checked the clock. "You'll be late if you don't leave soon."
Kotoha grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder, her freshly straightened hair sliding smoothly down her back as she moved. She followed me out the door. The morning sun was brighter now, the street busy with neighbors heading off for work. My car was parked in its usual spot.
I opened the passenger door for Kotoha, slipping her bag into the back seat. She sat down with a small smile, smoothing her hair instinctively before settling in. I circled around to the driver's side, the click of the locks echoing as the doors shut.
Hikari leaned out from the doorway, waving at us. "Drive safe, Souta-kun. And take good care of her. She worked so hard on her hair this morning."
Kotoha puffed her cheeks. "Mom!"
"You look very cute like this." Hikari added with a laugh.
"I'll get her home safe, Hikari-san."
Kotoha's face was scarlet as she pulled her hair forward to hide it.
I started the engine. The hum of it filled the car, mingling with the quiet of the morning. Kotoha leaned closer, lowering her voice as Hikari disappeared from view.
"…I did it, just like you told me."
Her thighs pressed together as she whispered, her eyes bright with embarrassment and pride.