Seiji woke up before the alarm.
He got used to waking up like that in Yumi's room.
It wasn't that he didn't like sleeping there with her. He was just a little more alert than in his own bed—just in case.
He sat up and looked at his sister, sleeping peacefully, curled up, one hand on the spot he had just left.
She looks so relaxed and happy when I'm here. What would she do without me…
Seiji pulled the duvet up, tucking it gently around Yumi's bare shoulders.
She stirred a little in her sleep, letting out a soft, contented sigh.
In the morning light, she looked especially cute. Especially vulnerable. Yesterday, she was scared to lose him. Now she was sleeping like a baby because he'd stayed.
She's so sweet.
He lingered for a few more moments, watching her breathing in her sleep. His first woman…
He walked out and closed the door quietly.
Seiji walked back to his room and sat on the edge of the bed. The house was still quiet. The door to the master bedroom was closed. Downstairs, the kitchen was silent.
He thought of going back to sleep, but he couldn't.
He felt a strange sense of clarity. He suddenly felt he was an adult. He felt stronger. He felt ready for what was to come.
A soft creak came from the hallway.
The door opened. It was Haruko.
She wasn't dressed for the day yet. She was wearing a thick, plush cream-colored robe. Her hair was down, hanging over her shoulders in dark waves. She looked soft, but her eyes were eager.
"You're awake already?" she asked, closing the door.
"Yeah."
"I see…"
Haruko walked over to him and dropped to her knees between his legs.
Seiji didn't move. He watched her. She reached for his shorts, her fingers trembling just a little bit.
She looked up at him.
Is this a question? You have my permission.
She understood his silence.
She took him in her mouth.
Haruko's sucking was once again awesome and deliberate. It wasn't like Yumi's—all emotion and slurping. Haruko knew exactly what she was doing. She took her time, her tongue tracing every inch of him. She did it like it was a worship.
A sexual worship.
Seiji leaned back on his hands, watching her head bob.
The perfect stepmother. The lady of the house. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, like a servant, giving me a blowjob.
What a perfect start to the morning.
"Haruko..." he groaned. "Slow down…"
She didn't stop.
What is she trying to do? Is she trying to prove herself?
After a bit, Haruko finally pulled away. She stood up, her robe falling open just a little. Her face was flushed deep red.
She pushed Seiji back onto the bed.
"Let's just keep quiet," she whispered. "We don't want to wake anyone."
Ah, so she's hungry for more.
She climbed on top of him. She didn't take the robe off. She just opened it up. She had nothing on underneath it.
Haruko held Seiji's cock and guided it inside her in one slow, heavy move.
"Ah..." she gasped, lowering herself all the way.
Her head jerked back. She squeezed her eyes closed like she was in pain.
She started to move, riding him slowly. Her breathing was loud and rough.
Seiji grabbed her waist, slamming her harder every time she came down on him. And every time he did that, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
"Ooh… aah… ooh…"
The plush fabric teased the outside of Seiji's hands.
The bed made a rhythmic, thumping sound under their weight.
"Seiji... oh god, Seiji..." Haruko whimpered.
She leaned down, burying her face in his neck. She was shaking. He felt her muscles squeezing around him frantically. She was losing it.
The amulet burned Seiji's chest.
"Ohhhh! Gaaaaaaad!" Haruko moaned into his shoulder, all shuddering.
Seiji grabbed her hips and slammed upward, meeting her halfway.
That did it—he finished deep inside her.
Fuuuuck….
They both groaned, and then slumped, Haruko in a heap on top of Seiji.
They stayed like that for a while.
Seiji closed his eyes, overpowered by the smell of Haruko's body.
Better than any fragrance… A woman that came hard…
He was beginning to really like her smell.
Haruko finally moved. She raised her head, looked down at Seiji's face and leaned to give him a long, slow French kiss. It was deep and wet. She didn't want to let go.
"Hug me," she whispered. "Just for a little while."
Seiji wrapped his arms around her. He held her very tight.
I've got both of them. And now they're both obsessed. One as much as the other.
Haruko finally pushed herself up. Reluctantly.
She straightened her robe and tied the belt tight again. She gave Seiji a devoted smile and fixed her hair.
"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked, back to the stepmother mode, except for her eyes.
Seiji ran his hand up and down her thigh, just to where her robe ended.
"An omelet would be nice," he said. "Thanks."
Haruko nodded, her eyes shining.
"I'll get it ready," she said, suppressing a wider smile.
She turned and walked out, her hips swaying a little more than usual.
Seiji lay there, listening to her footsteps fading away.
Yumi was in the next room, dreaming of him. Haruko was downstairs, cooking for him.
The new order of things in the house.