ImaginaryMuse
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How? How did none of that sound the least bit fucked up? As grateful as Tsukiko was with her brother's acceptance, she was taken aback. No, they weren't an official item or anything, so it wasn't like he needed to be upset about that. But did it really not bother him that his own sister had enjoyed a session that just barely avoided being classified as a full-fledged rape? Was he really fine knowing she'd liked and even hoped to be treated in similar ways from here on out?
All of those questions and more flooded her head. Even though she didn't typically like hiding things from her mom, Tsukiko repeatedly insisted nothing was actually bothering her and that she was just allowing her head to relax now that she was back home. It was at least true enough that she'd wanted to do as much. But all throughout the bath and even afterwards, it was the last thing she ended up doing.
By the time she bid good night to her mother, Tsukiko's crotch was soaked. Not just because she'd washed up. No. Even after being thoroughly fucked, her body was tingling, wanting a second round sooner as opposed to later. She tossed and turned, groaning in frustration at her body.
"Leave me alone," she muttered, "I need to rest up."
But ... she had the same issue as her brother. The nap had ruined her sleep schedule. And now that she'd been left alone to her devices, her mind went right back to being 'bit to death' by Hibari. "Tch .... " The pajama bottoms she'd put on were swiftly removed and tossed on the floor. Her teeth latched back onto her lower lip as Tsukiko wasted little time in dipping a hand down, groaning softly as she began rubbing frantically at her swollen and used labia. When she found her clit, her back arched ... and she suddenly realized she was conflicted.
On one hand, some part of Tsukiko was relieved Hibari hadn't just found her button and forced her over that way. No, he'd actually earned climaxes in more satisfying ways. On the other hand though .... with how good he'd smacked her nipples, she couldn't help but wonder how it would have been if he had abused it a bit.
"God," she whimpered, writhing and quaking on the bed as 'what ifs' mingled in with the earlier memory. "More! Fuck me again!"
There were some easy solutions to her problem, namely in the form of going and looking for her brother or father. But surely they were asleep by now, right? Only one of them appeared to be, revealed as Tsukiko noticed her door open ajar and Tsuna's eyes peeking in.
"S-sorry ... "
The shame had seemed to return as Tsukiko pulled the covers so they were covering her from the waist down. Even still, her hand didn't stop moving. If anything, it kept slowly moving along her folds, rubbing at her slit as she started rocking against her fingers. "I ... how do you not hate me? Or think I'm too fucked up or anything like that? I-I'm relieved and all, don't get it wrong, but I'm also confused, both with you and my own self. I ... I know this is what I thought about and it was a lot better than anything I thought about, but ... "
Her head turned away, hand slowing down ... but not at all stopping as Tsukiko continued gently touching herself.