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The final bell rang with a low, tired groan - less a sound of liberation and more a long exhale of relief. The corridors of the high school slowly filled with the shuffling sound of uwabaki slippers, pencil cases being zipped, and the rising chatter of students pouring out into the warm Friday afternoon. Ami Saitou stood quietly beside her desk, smoothing down the hem of her long navy skirt, her delicate fingers tracing the pleats like it was something she needed to do before she could move. She could feel it again - eyes. Stares. From the boys seated behind her, across from her, even one from the door pretending to check his phone. Her pale mint cardigan was buttoned all the way to the top despite the heat, sleeves pulled down past her wrists, hiding the tremble in her fingers. The white blouse beneath was fitted without meaning to be. Even as she slouched, her chest pushed forward unintentionally, the tight buttons straining gently over her full, sensitive E-cups. Her navy ribbon was a little loose at the collar, and she knew - knew - if she leaned over her bag too far, the boys behind her would see everything. They already talked. She heard them at lunch. “Have you seen her tits? Bet they’re fake.” “Too shy to even talk, but her body’s begging for it.” “I’d give anything to see her run in PE again.” She never said a word. Just turned her head and pretended to look out the window. “Ami-chan!” The voice made her flinch. Not from fear - but surprise. Warmth. A girl with short black hair and lively eyes approached with a too-big smile, sliding her bookbag over one shoulder. “Did you hear what Satou-sensei said? We’re free until Monday! I might actually sleep in for once.” Ami smiled back, soft and small. “Mm... that sounds nice.” “Are you doing anything this weekend?” Ami shook her head, hugging her books close to her chest. “No… just chores. Maybe some baking.” “You’re so housewifey,” the girl teased with a wink. “You should come out sometime, Ami-chan. Let people see how cute you really are.”[/i] That made Ami’s face flush a soft, embarrassed pink. “I’m... I don’t really like crowded places...” Her friend laughed and gave her a gentle nudge. “Okay, okay. Just saying. You’re wasted on that kitchen.” She leaned in, smirking. “You know half the boys are too scared to talk to you, right? Like... you’re scary because you’re hot.” Ami didn’t answer. Just tugged her cardigan tighter around her chest and offered a little wave goodbye as they parted at the gates. Outside, the air was thick with heat. Early summer in Saitama always felt a bit heavier than it should’ve - like the humidity carried its own weight. Ami stepped out slowly into the sun, shoes tapping softly on the pavement as she crossed beneath the archway of the school’s entrance, her thighs already starting to stick together beneath her skirt. She wore her standard uniform, but everything on her looked just a little too full. Her hips swayed slightly as she walked—not because she tried, but because she was built to do so. Her thick thighs rubbed beneath her skirt with every step, and the small cotton bloomers she wore under her uniform clung to the heat gathering between her legs. A soft breeze teased the hem of her skirt just high enough to worry her, and she quickly tugged it back down with a quiet, nervous breath. Her skin glistened faintly with perspiration - tiny beads collecting at the nape of her neck where her soft orange hair clung in damp strands. She’d tied it back in a loose green ribbon that now drooped slightly from the humidity, like everything else about her. Every few blocks, a car would pass. She hated that. The way men sometimes slowed down. Looked once. Then again. She crossed in front of a konbini and caught sight of herself in the reflection—blouse damp with sweat just beneath her breasts, the fabric clinging slightly and exposing the outline of her bra. Her stomach fluttered. She looked away immediately, cheeks burning. Was he home yet? The thought slipped in uninvited. Her sandals scuffed softly as she turned toward the hill that led up to their apartment complex. Her pulse quickened. She hated that it did. Hated the feeling building between her legs. The sticky, humming guilt. The genkan was cool and quiet when Ami slipped off her shoes. The soft clack of her loafers against the tile was the only sound that followed her into the narrow front corridor of the apartment. She stepped carefully onto the polished wood floor, her white ankle socks slightly damp from sweat, her schoolbag slipping from her shoulder with a little thud as she knelt to place it by the wall. “...Tadaima,” she murmured. No reply. Her eyes flicked toward the living room. Empty. The shoji screen was partially drawn, letting in a muted shaft of afternoon sunlight that fell across the tatami mats. The television was off. The air smelled faintly of fabric softener and the citrus cleaner they used for the floors. Still… it felt too quiet. Ami lingered there for a moment, the heat from outside still clinging to her skin. Her thighs rubbed as she shifted, the damp bloomers beneath her skirt making her shift awkwardly. Her cardigan had started to stick to her back; she reached behind to tug it free, exposing just a hint of the curve of her waist. That’s when she saw it. A small envelope on the kitchen counter. Her name written neatly on the front in Mayu’s elegant, slightly slanted handwriting. Ami walked over and picked it up, cheeks still flushed from the walk, and gently peeled it open. Inside: 25,000 yen and a tiny square of folded paper. “Won’t be home until next week. Remember to stock up on groceries. – Mayu.” Ami stood there for a moment, staring at the note like it might change. Like maybe she’d overlooked something warmer. But no—just the money. Just the absence. She placed it back down carefully and turned away. This was normal. Expected. She didn’t mind. Really. Still wearing her full uniform, she began to tidy. First the counter - she wiped it slowly with a damp cloth, rinsing the sponge more often than necessary. Her chest shifted softly beneath her blouse as she leaned forward, her skirt pulling tight across her ass. She hadn’t unbuttoned anything yet - hadn’t thought to. It wasn’t like anyone was home. The fan in the corner hummed, spinning lazily. It did little to help. She swept next - long, careful strokes across the living room floor, her posture bent in a way that made her skirt ride just a little too high in the back. Her thighs peeked out with each crouch. The pale curve of her inner leg gleamed faintly with sweat. She didn’t notice. Or maybe she did. Maybe a part of her wanted to be seen. In the hallway mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself. Face flushed. Hair clinging to her cheeks. Ribbon slipping. A girl trying so hard to be good. She turned away quickly. Laundry next. She gathered the basket from the bedroom and carried it to the little alcove beside the kitchen, where the washing machine sat humming softly. Mayu’s work blouse. Her boyfriend’s white T-shirts. Socks—plain, masculine. Underwear she didn’t mean to notice. Didn’t mean to hold. Ami swallowed hard and dropped them into the drum. Her own clothes followed. She paused when she reached for the hem of her skirt - fingers lingering just a second too long. The fabric clung to her skin. She peeled it down slowly, revealing her thick thighs, the outline of her bloomers soaked faintly from the heat. She stood there, in nothing but her blouse, socks, and clinging cotton panties. The curve of her breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples pressing into the fabric just enough to show if someone happened to walk by. She placed the last items in the machine. Pressed the button. The water began to fill. Another silence. Ami turned and leaned back against the counter - exhausted from the heat, her legs parted slightly, the air finally brushing between her thighs. She bit her lip without thinking. No one was home. ...Right? ​

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[Osteo]

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The flash of the monitor was bright in the dimly lit room, casting illumination on the chiseled jaw of Ken who was looking at his screen. Several different programs opened as a stream of data flashed across the screen, dragging and dropping into a homemade program he had developed to help streamline the process of his job and do a majority of it for him when it came to compiling data and sheets that were forwarded to him. In his other hand was his cellphone pressed to his ear, a phone call with his loving girlfriend Mayu, who was going to be out of town for a couple of days because of her job and a needed business trip. "I will call you back later tonight, after you check into your hotel. I know you will kill it at your meeting. I love you, talk to you soon." The call was ended with Mayu. The calls were always direct, straightforward, and like they were some sort of schedule or plan she had made. She was deliberate with each word she spoke and the direction she carried the conversation. He didn't mind Mayu's focus on her career or how she was a neat and tidy woman. They had been dating for some time now and finally they had moved in together with her little sister who was in her final year of school. The Saitou sisters were beautiful and he was living with both now. Many men were jealous simply because he was dating Mayu. A stunning, rising businesswoman in the private sector, but even more would be furious to find he lived with Ami as well, a young, shy beauty who gave the perfect housewife vibes -- the complete opposite package of her sister. Pushing away from his work setup, the program would continue to do his job for him without even needing to be at his desk, and with his emails answered, he rose from the seat. Setting his phone down on the desk, the screen lit up with a photo of Mayu as his wallpaper. Dressed in simple, loose black sweats and a button-up black shirt on top with the top few buttons undone, he would look a mix of relaxed and business-ready. The camera for any meeting he would have to attend would only show his torso and face; what he wore down underneath wasn't needed most days, and he chose comfort. He had heard the door open and the soft and gentle voice of Ami call out as low as it was. A sweet, reserved girl, shy to speak and be noticed, but he had noticed her. The first time he met her, he had kept his eyes on her with a calm, warm confidence that left her turning her eyes away from him. He took note that she would steer clear of him any chance she had but those became fewer and farther between when he had moved in. Now, he had heard her one night when he had gotten up to get a glass of water. It was quiet and controlled, but it was there, and that was Ami touching herself at night and saying his name. It made him smile before he had crawled back into bed with Mayu, who was none the wiser about her little sister's crush on Ken. Today was the first day they were going to be alone for more than just a few hours. Mayu was gone on a business trip, and they had the apartment all to themselves now, in which Ami could only hide from him for so long before he would let her feel his presence and remind her that they were alone. He moved with a confident grace to him out of the makeshift office and into the hallway. The sound of a metal door closing, the washer, as Ami must be starting a load of laundry and that is where he would find her. Standing in the room with her skirt off in just her cotton panties and blouse. "Oh, sorry I must have been too focused on my work. I didn't hear you come home. How was school?" He asked and was casual about the fact he had caught her without her skirt on. Something that would terrify her, but he stepped into the room and approached her. "Looks like you just started a load, sorry, do you mind? I got a stain at lunch today." He lied, his black shirt was spotless without a speck on it but he moved his fingers to the buttons. With practiced ease he undid them in quick succession as each button would reveal more of his torso. The chiseled muscles that hid underneath and were exposed with every button that slipped out of its hole, and the fabric parted like the red Sea to reveal him. Until they were all done, and he removed his shirt and stopped right in front of her. Without asking her to move, he was careful to reach around her and press stop on the machine while opening up the door to drop the shirt into the drum with the other clothes. His figure was so close to her, just barely apart. The silence was deafening. The air was thick with a foggy tension before the drum door slammed closed and the machine began to rumble once more as he resumed the cycle. "Are you feeling okay, Ami? Your face is red and you are sweating." He pretended like she might be sick, and that was leaving her with that color. His hand raised, the back of his palm pressed to her forehead to feel the heat that burned from her, but it wasn't from an illness. He had placed himself so close to her. He was tempting her, gauging her reaction and how he could twist her around his finger. To command her and make her belong to him. Two Saitou sisters were better than just one and Ami acted like the kind of girl with deep desires, ones he could enjoy himself with. She had already given him the hint she wanted him. She just didn't know it yet, that he knew. That he heard her. He wanted her to melt under his touch and to hear that shy little voice of hers beg for him and say his name. ​

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She didn’t hear him approach. Not until his voice cut through the fog of the softly humming machine and the frantic pulse in her ears. “Oh, sorry I must have been too focused on my work. I didn't hear you come home. How was school?” Ami spun. Or - tried to. Her legs tangled, her back hit the counter, and the basket she was holding tilted just enough to spill a pair of her panties onto the tile floor. She stared. Not at his eyes. No - she couldn’t look him in the eye. She stared at his chest—his broad, toned, bare chest, revealed as each button slipped free with casual, terrifying ease. She should’ve turned around. Should’ve run back to her room. Should’ve screamed. But she didn’t. “...I-I… um…” Her voice cracked. “S-School was… f-fine…” Her fingers clutched the edge of the washing machine like it might anchor her to something real. Her blouse clung to her skin, damp from the walk home, from the heat, from him. Her heavy breasts rose and fell beneath it - nipples embarrassingly hard, pressing visibly through the fabric. Her cotton panties, stretched tight across her thick thighs and soft mound, felt soaked. She shifted, thighs rubbing together with the softest of sounds. Then he stepped closer. He didn’t touch her - not really. Just leaned in. Just reached around her. But the heat from his body sank into hers like steam, curling beneath her blouse, making her shoulders tense and her core clench. The shirt landed in the machine with a whisper. She hadn’t breathed in thirty seconds. “Are you feeling okay, Ami? Your face is red and you are sweating.” Then came his hand. The back of it pressed gently to her forehead. Soft. Warm. Possessive. Ami’s entire body went still. Her lips parted. Her legs gave a subtle, barely-there tremble. Her thighs brushed again, her socks curling slightly against the floor. “I-I’m okay…” she whispered, barely audible. “Just… the weather.” She couldn’t move. Not when he was this close. Not when she was standing in nothing but her panties and a blouse that barely hid what she’d been thinking about all night. He was here. Real. Warm. Watching. She could smell his cologne. See the curve of his collarbone. The way his fingers lingered just a second too long against her skin. She didn’t know where to look. So she looked down. At his bare chest. His hips. The way his sweats hung low - casual, easy, dangerous. She could feel the heat in her cheeks bloom into something lower. Between her legs. Against her thighs. “...G-Gomen’nasai,” she whispered. “I… I didn’t know you were home…” Her voice trembled, and with it - so did she. She could hardly think. Her panties were soaked, clinging tight to her folds. Her blouse was damp and translucent with sweat, her nipples stiff beneath the thin fabric. His scent was in her lungs. His body had been so close—too close—and he was still there. Still watching her. “I—I should… I need to—” she fumbled for the words, breath shallow, heart hammering against her ribs. “I need to make dinner. O-Onee-san left some money and I thought I’d... bake something too.” Her eyes darted down to the floor - her skirt. She’d forgotten it. Still puddled by her feet, bunched like a discarded secret. Her face flushed scarlet. She bent down, fingers trembling as she reached for it, trying to step in without showing too much - but the hem caught awkwardly on her ankle, and she stumbled forward, catching herself on the washer with a little gasp. Her full breasts bounced softly beneath her blouse, and she could feel the fabric clinging to the curve of her ass, sticking to the warmth left behind by his stare. “I’m s-sorry,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I didn’t mean—” She yanked the skirt up, fumbling the zipper with shaking fingers, finally getting it secured around her waist. It hung slightly crooked, the waistband twisted, but she didn’t dare fix it. Not in front of him. “I—I’ll be in the kitchen,” she breathed, already turning. Her shoulder brushed his chest as she passed - a brief, electric touch - and she almost stumbled again. Her legs were shaking. Her thighs stuck. Her panties were still wet. She didn’t look back. She walked fast. And vanished down the hallway in a crooked skirt and a blouse too sheer, leaving behind the scent of vanilla shampoo and fear. The kitchen felt colder, quieter. Safe. She gripped the counter, steadying herself with both hands. Her chest rose and fell in soft, shallow waves. Flour. She needed to bake something. She needed to do something - anything to keep her mind off the shirtless man now alone with her sister’s underwear, and the way her body had nearly collapsed under a single, casual touch. ​

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[Osteo]

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It was like he was back in school himself and talking with the shy girl that was trying to hand him a note, a confession letter of her crush on him but she was too nervous to even walk properly and speak when approaching him. Ami acted just like those girls and he recognized all the signs but with her, he had more than just their nerves to base his actions on but what he had heard one night coming from her room. So shameless, to call out her sister's boyfriends name while pleasuring herself. He could just be forward. Could just talk to her just like he talked to her sister, open and honest without any sort of beating around the bush or playing games but Ami was melting against him already with just a simple touch of his hand to her forehead, checking on her health. The touch was more than enough to leave her stammering, trembling underneath him and he pretended not to notice it too much, as if she was being normal and not making it so obvious to him. "You should probably wear lighter clothes then Ami, that looks like fall clothing." He made reference to how she was dressed. Without talking to her on why she was dressed in heavier fall clothing, he knew. She was shy about her body, nervous about the curves she had and too shy to be proud with them like her sister was. His hand pulled away, accepting her answer on why she was sweating and flush with a red color. Embarrassment had been creeping in but he wasn't going to address it immediately, enjoying this little game he was now playing with Ami though he didn't know how long he would keep it up himself before just taking control of Ami. Guiding her to what he wanted. She was ready to him, just needed the right guiding hand to push her in the right direction and build up some confidence when she was with him. She stumbled forward, almost falling to gather herself and her skirt. She was hasty in picking it up and putting it back on crooked while he stood there. Even backing up slightly to give her space as she continued to stammer and speak. "Your baking is wonderful Ami, can't wait to taste what you make this time." He continued to act so casual even when she was stumbling over herself and literally tripping in his presence before she had gathered herself and left. Too afraid to even turn around and face him as she disappeared around the corner and he was left alone in the laundry room. A smile tugging at the corner of his lips while he slowly thought of what he would do next to her. To push her to the edge. To hear those soft pink links part with a breathy whisper of his name, begging him. Shifting to lean against the machine while it worked the clothes inside, washing them in a mix as he would wait just another minute before stepping out of the laundry room and back into the hall. Shifting his focus he returned to his office and made sure that no email had come through and collected his phone from the desk and slid it into the pocket of his sweats. Bending over and clicking on the keys of his keyboard, shifting some information into an excel spreadsheet and bringing up a new program he set it to be automated once more and stood up. He couldn't get his mind off of Ami right now. Being alone with her was dangerous for him. Thinking of his girlfriend's sister like this when she was out on a business trip was quite unfaithful but he had desires that Mayu simply would not fulfill. She cared too much about her image and control. She couldn't let herself just let go of it all and while their sex life was quite practiced and the same he still cared for her. He didn't bother putting on a new shirt as he left the office, door cracked open slightly as he padded his way down the hallway and into the kitchen where Ami was. Leaning against the counter seeming to be catching her breath and gathering her thoughts but he wasn't going to let her. "Do you need any help Ami?" His voice broke through the silence once more. His presence immediately felt as his soft eyes flicked to the counter and saw the bag of flour was out but nothing else had been gathered yet. "Are you baking?" He asked while he stepped into the kitchen and brought his body close to her once more. She could feel him, the warmth of his body and the scent of his cologne overpowering her. He was right there, his crotch brushing against her plump rear as he was pinning her between his body and the counter. "Looks like you need a mixing bowl, right?" His left hand placed on her hip. It was firm and strong, like an iron vice that touched her but also it was tender and soft. Mixed with confidence and experience. He didn't stop there as he reached over her head with his right hand and opened up the cupboard to pull out a large mixing bowl so she had something to mix the flour and ingredients into. To reach the bowl, it required him to lean forward just a little bit, bringing his body to touch her with more surface contact and even his chest brushed against her upper back. The height disparity between the two of them was intense. Ken was 193cm tall, or 6'4" compared to the much shorter frame of Ami who was a full foot shorter than him. With bowl in hand he placed it down on the counter in front of her but he didn't move. He was still holding her hip with one hand, the other was acting almost like a blocker by holding onto the bowl and closing off the right side in which she was completely pinned by him now. Giving him complete control of the situation he would lean his head down to whisper. "You know Ami. You've never said my name to my face, but it was rather cute to hear you call it out two nights ago." He let the information free that he had heard her. He wanted to see how she reacted, how hard she would stumble for words and tremble to his touch. Would she admit everything to him or would she look to flea from him. It was a game and he was playing with her emotions. ​

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[Starblush]

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Ami had barely gathered herself. The kitchen was warm - not just from the heat of the day, but from the burn still lingering in her chest. Her knees were weak, thighs pressed together in instinctive tension. She’d set the flour on the counter without thinking, fingers trembling as they clutched the bag, white powder smudging her palms. Her blouse still clung to her back. Her skirt sat crooked on her hips. Her panties felt soaked - embarrassingly so. She told herself to breathe. Then his voice came. “Do you need any help, Ami?” Her heart skipped. She hadn’t heard him approach - hadn’t felt his presence until it was suddenly all around her again. The quiet pad of bare feet across wood floor, the smooth brush of cologne and skin and something heavier. “I—” she turned, but it was already too late. He stepped in behind her - into her. Not forcefully, not rudely. Just... there. Looming. Radiating heat. She felt the solid press of his chest against her upper back, the hard bulge of his crotch brushing against the curve of her plush rear. Her breath caught. “Are you baking?” She nodded before she realized she had, cheeks blooming red, legs squeezing together. “Y-Yes... I-I was going to—” “Looks like you need a mixing bowl, right?” His hand closed over her hip. Ami went completely still. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her eyes stared straight ahead at the white tiles on the wall. The fingers on her hip were firm, warm, present. They made her feel small. Grounded. Claimed. He reached over her with his other arm, lifting slightly to open the cupboard. His chest pressed against her back. His entire frame pressed against her. She could feel the height difference - feel how easy it would be for him to bend her over, to press her down, to— Her thighs clenched tighter. The bowl landed in front of her with a soft clink. But he didn’t move. He didn’t leave. One hand still on her hip. The other boxing her in. And then - his head lowered. His breath ghosted against her ear. “You know, Ami… you’ve never said my name to my face, but it was rather cute to hear you call it out two nights ago.” The words sank in like cold water over burning skin. She froze. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles went white. He’d heard. He knew. Her mouth opened, a small gasp escaping - but no words followed. Her entire body trembled. Her legs, her stomach, even her fingertips. Her nipples pressed hard against the inside of her blouse, and the slick heat between her thighs throbbed with shame and helpless need. “I— I didn’t—” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to…” Her eyes welled. Her breath came in soft, high-pitched little catches. She couldn’t move. Not with his body caging hers. Not with his hand still on her hip. Her skirt - still crooked. Her panties - soaked. “I… I thought you were asleep,” she breathed, cheeks burning as hot as her core. It was the truth. But even as she said it, she knew how it sounded. Like a confession. Like surrender. ​

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[Osteo]

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He was smiling, even if she couldn't see his face she could have heard it in his voice. In his whisper, he spoke dangerously into her ear. The heat of his breath rolled over the lobe of her ear while she trembled in his grasp. Then came her response. She didn't mean to call out his name? That was hard to believe and there was no coincidence that it was his. She didn't even deny it, admitting that it was him. She could have tried to play it off that it was a classmate in school that had the same name. Brushing it away with denial but she didn't or perhaps she couldn't. She was melting to his touch and confessed to him with trembling words. "What do you mean? Don't feel bad for saying it. I took it as a compliment, truly." He continued to whisper into her ear. Keeping himself close to her. Pinning her. He didn't want her to move away from his grasp, not yet. Not until he had his fill and enjoyment. How far would he push this he didn't even know but he may just take his girlfriend's sister while she was gone, to help fulfill his desires that she was letting buildup. Things they had discussed, things she wouldn't make a compromise on because it was too messy, too different, it wouldn't leave Mayu in control but Ami was different, wasn't she? "I wasn't asleep, but it is okay, Ami." He comforted her. Accepting her confession to him without anger but instead he was happy to hear her admit to all of it. He shifted his hand off of the bowl and moved it now to her hip on the other side of her curvy figure. His fingers stretched over the blouse she wore, but his fingers shifted, twitched, and pushed the fabric of the blouse up to where she could feel his skin on hers. Touching her hip now, the crooked skirt slipping and the blouse raised enough for his hand to hide underneath as he was touching her more. "What hand was it Ami. That you were touching yourself with when you said my name?" He asked her a sudden and personal question. He was smiling still, and she could feel it on her ear. With every breathy whisper that left his lips, it was like he was already inside of her, the way his voice carried. The tension in the air was building with a sticky heat. "Show me the hand that you used, and say my name, Ami. It was so cute hearing it come from you." He asked her to show him the hand and then to say his name. It was a command without being too assertive with a strong, commanding tone. Instead it was warm and inviting. Like a suggestion. But it wasn't one and she would know that he wasn't suggesting she show the hand and say his name, but demanding it from her. Commanding her to obey him and do as he told her. ​

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His breath was warm against her ear. She could feel him smiling. Every word he whispered sank into her like syrup - sweet, slow, inescapable. His hand had moved now, fingers sliding around to the other side of her hips, and then— She gasped. His fingers slipped under her blouse, pushing the hem up in soft, deliberate movements until skin met skin. Her bare waist, trembling, now sat beneath his hand - his fingers splayed across the softness just above her hips. She felt everything. The heat. The ownership. The way her crooked skirt slipped down ever so slightly from where he held her. “What hand was it, Ami? That you were touching yourself with when you said my name?” Her breath hitched. Her knees shook. Her thighs squeezed together so tightly it ached. The pressure between her legs was unbearable - wetness seeping through the cotton of her panties, her clit throbbing with every heartbeat. She gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, knuckles pale, eyes wide and full of panic she didn’t understand. “Show me the hand you used… and say my name.” It wasn’t a question. It sounded gentle. But it wasn’t. It was a command. Her whole body knew it. Ami trembled beneath his grip, her shoulders curling inward, head lowered like she was ashamed—but not pulling away. Not resisting. She was thinking. Thinking of that night. Her face buried in her pillow. Her thighs spread beneath her blanket. The way her fingers circled between her legs - hesitant at first, then more urgently, more desperately until she said his name into the dark. The moment she broke. She lifted her right hand. Slowly. Shamefully. She brought it up beside her, hovering just between them - open, shaking. “…This one,” she whispered. Her voice was impossibly soft. Her lip trembled. Her fingers curled slightly. “I… I used this one…” A pause. Thick. Silent. Humid. Then she swallowed, eyes wide, lashes dewy, and whispered: “…Kenzo-san.” She said it like a secret. Like a confession. Like a prayer. And she didn’t move. ​

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He waited in silence with her as she trembled underneath his touch. Watching her as she would slowly lift up her right hand, between them as she confessed to which hand she was using to touch herself when calling out his name deep into the night. Her hand held up in confession as she trembled against him, perhaps nerves and fear, or maybe she was full of lust and hoping that he was going to say exactly what she wanted to hear and not turn her down or shame her for what she had done. She spoke his name. It was like velvet to his ears. Hearing his name on her lips was nothing short of sweet music. "Good girl." He whispered to her, letting her know that he was proud of her for obeying his command and in such he was giving her praise for obeying something so simple even if she was trembling with nerves. Even if she wanted to do nothing but run away from him, she was doing as she was told. It was just the start of course. Ken wasn't going to just stop right there, having her admit to something and showing the hand in which she used to touch herself at night when thinking of him. His mind went back to that night he heard her. Prior to going to bed, he was fucking Mayu that night if he recalled correctly and that meant that she either heard them through the walls or she watched them through a crack in the door. "Just call me Ken. I prefer that, it can be our little secret." He pushed up her blouse a little more. Exposing her soft stomach, her midriff was exposed to the thick heat of tension as his fingers sprawled over her taut stomach and felt her smooth skin underneath his touch as they would raise just a little higher now. Like a reward for answering him. "Tell me. Did you orgasm from touching yourself? Thinking about me. Did you want me between your legs that night and not your sister? Did you hear us through the walls, or were you even naughtier and watched through the cracked open door?" He was asking her more questions and his tone was left as a soft command once more. For her to answer him, to confess more to him about that night and what she was doing. If she got off. He wanted to know and his fingers were holding her in place even as she trembled against him. He could feel it, the twitches in her body. The shifts, the uneased nerves as she swallowed thickly and was left breathless just from these small touches alone. ​

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“Good girl.” The words melted her. She physically felt it - that soft, whispered praise sinking into her skin like warm oil. Her body slackened just slightly, her breath hitching, the tremble in her raised hand worsening. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, her hips giving the faintest, helpless roll backward - pressing her soft ass deeper into the heat of him. His hands stayed on her. Not forceful. Just present. Holding her like she belonged there. “Just call me Ken. I prefer that… it can be our little secret.” That word - secret - made her chest ache. Ami didn’t respond. Her lips parted, but only a shallow breath escaped. She could barely think, barely breathe. She was too aware of the heat rising between her legs, the wet cotton clinging to her folds, the sticky ache that pulsed every time he touched her just a little more. Then - his hand moved again. Her blouse rose higher, gliding up over her soft belly, the fabric bunching beneath her chest. His fingers slid across her exposed skin - warm, deliberate, real. She gasped, barely audible, her body arching subtly as her thighs clamped tighter. Then came his voice again. “Tell me. Did you orgasm from touching yourself? Thinking about me? Did you want me between your legs that night and not your sister? Did you hear us through the walls… or were you even naughtier?” Her whole body shuddered. She could’ve denied it. Could’ve said she didn’t remember. Could’ve lied. But she didn’t. Because the shame had already bloomed. And his voice - his presence - was the only thing keeping her from collapsing under it. Her voice came out breathless, trembling: “I… I didn’t hear you…” Her eyes squeezed shut. “I d-didn’t know if you were awake. I just… I thought about you. I imagined…” She swallowed. “…Imagined what your voice would sound like. W-What your hands would feel like…” Her thighs twitched. “I touched myself thinking about you. I was under the blankets and I… I couldn’t stop. I tried, but it felt so… so good.” Her body shifted again, a soft motion of surrender. “I came,” she whispered. “Saying your name.” Her voice cracked around it - soft, breathy, and full of helpless guilt. ​

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He enjoyed Ami's softness. The timid nature in which she was confessing to him so unlike her big sister that he was with. Mayu was always forthright, professional, in control. Almost perfect in a way, a facade she put up or at the very least he believed Mayu to put up. Ken knew about the tragedy both sisters suffered years ago when their parents had passed, that it shaped them into the women they are today. Mayu was the eldest, so it was her duty to change into a mature woman that had to take on the world for her family where Ami retreated into herself. She was listening to him. Doing as he suggested in which she would admit to him once more what she had done that night. She didn't listen to them. There would be no reason for her to lie to him right now. She admitted instead to something even more depraved. She was touching herself just to the thought of him, unprompted. How devious it was to think of her sister's boyfriend in just the next room while he was with her sister. So shameless in what she wanted, something her sister had, and she was afraid that she could never have it. "Just imagined me, did you, Ami?" He whispered her name once more. His hands pushed up again, spreading the blouse up higher. Feeling the light sweat that stained her otherwise soft and smooth skin as he was approaching just underneath the swell of her heavy breasts. She had admitted to him. Confessed like a sin she had reached her climax with him in thought, touching herself while saying his name. Believing him to be in the room over in bed with her sister. It was honestly quite funny to him how shameless she was. What secrets she must be hiding under that soft voice of hers and the averted gaze she always held. "You came just from imagination? Of me? I'm flattered, Ami, but the real thing is much better than your imagination." He promised her with a dangerous sin, one that was now pushing to adultery and betrayal of Mayu's trust. Something that wasn't on Kenzo's mind. Only his desire for Ami and to control her. That was all that mattered right now. "What if I told you. You don't have to imagine me anymore; if you just want a taste, you just have to beg nicely. Like a good girl would, and you are a good girl aren't you Ami?" He asked her, but his hands pushed up even more now, and the blouse was pushed over her heavy chest. Exposing her stiff nipples to the air as strong digits stroked over the soft mounds in which he would place them firmly onto her chest. Groping her from behind, enjoying the feel of her fullness. Index and thumb finger moved in sync while traveling over the plush mound of her breasts, the two digits finding their mark. Her stiff nipple, which he would pinch between his fingers and tug on lightly for a reaction out of her. "This is what you wanted to feel, isn't it? My hands?" He asked her, plafyul warm tone cascading over her ear while she still couldn't even turn her head to face him. To look him in the eyes while he played with her and touched her chest. Waiting for her answer. "If you want more. You just have to beg nicely, and say my name." He wanted to hear her submission. To hear the soft, delicate nature of Ami break and wilt underneath him. Melt to his whims and desires, to do anything to please him like she believed her sister to do for him. ​

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Her name fell from his lips again, low and smooth, coiling around her like velvet rope. “Ami.” The sound made her throb. Her breath caught. Her eyes fluttered. Her soft body sagged back against his chest, helpless and needy as his hands played with her tits - those thick, weighty mounds bouncing faintly with every tug, every pinch. Her nipples, stiff as candy pearls, slipped between his fingers - twisted just enough to make her knees shake and her cunt clench. She was already wet. Soaked. The cotton of her panties plastered to her folds, riding up between her lips, clearly outlining the pout of her needy, untouched pussy. The shame of it lit her face bright pink, but her body was betraying her—melting in his hands, her hips twitching backward with every grope like she was begging without words. “The real thing is much better than your imagination.” Ami whimpered. She actually whimpered. Like some helpless little thing in heat. Her breath was all over the place now - panting in short, shallow gasps as his voice whispered filth into her ear and his big, warm hands handled her tits like they were made to be gripped. Then came his words again. “Just beg nicely. Say my name.” Her thighs squeezed tight. Her pussy throbbed so hard it made her gasp. She shouldn’t. Couldn’t. This was wrong. He was Mayu’s. She was the little sister. The useless, pretty housepet who baked and cleaned and touched herself under the covers with her fingers buried in her own dripping cunt. And yet - here she was. Topless. Sweaty. Trembling in front of the man who used to be her big sister’s boyfriend, with his cock hard against her backside and his fingers teasing her nipples like she was his to ruin. “I…” she whimpered, voice shaking. “I want it.” Her voice cracked. Her legs wobbled. Her nipples stiffened even more, betraying her with every shallow breath. “I want you, Ken.” His name broke free in a hot, breathy moan. “I… I wanna feel you…” Her voice trailed off into a whine, her words barely clinging to meaning. “I wanna feel your hands… more…” Then - so soft it was almost pathetic: “…Please.” She gripped the counter tighter, her fingers curling like claws against the laminate. She couldn’t turn around. Couldn’t look at him. She was too wet, too exposed. Her pussy ached behind the soaked cotton. Her breasts were burning under his touch. And she - Mayu’s precious little sister - was now trembling, topless, begging to be fucked in the kitchen. “Please, Ken…” She said it again. And this time, her hips rolled. ​

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She didn't fight him off. She didn't scream or tell him to stop. She wanted this, she had already confessed to it all but actually acting on desires was different than having them. He was with Mayu after all. They were dating, moved in together and seemingly in a very serious relationship. What Ken was doing was dangerous and unfaithful, but did she really care? She wanted him after all so why should Mayu have him all to herself when she was so focused on her career and couldn't be home like Ami could be, something more like a housewife. Her breasts were so soft against his palms, and her skin was immaculate. She took great care of herself and hid it all under those thick clothes and heavy hoodies. His cock was stiffening in his sweats. Her plump and full rear pushed tightly against him now, rubbing his length with a twitch and jerk of her hips. Instincts seemingly taking over in her body despite the whimpering and trembling she did. How cute it was for her to submit to him in such an adorable way. She confessed. She wanted it. She begged him, allowing him full control of her and letting him know she was willing to do whatever he desired. Even if they weren't spoken, even if she didn't say she submitted to him. It was her actions. Her small, breathy moans and meager voice begging him. "Good girl." He whispered to her again, hearing his name on those pink lips once more. Like honey that dripped from between her lips. Satiny music that aroused him, and she would feel that arousal against her rear as she rolled her hips back into him. He wanted to see just how far she would go for him to start. This was all happening so fast, but he wanted to establish his control and learn the things that made her tick. What Ami liked to hear and what she would respond to. Already, he could tell. Every time he said she was a good girl she trembled more under his touch and shifted with unease. She liked hearing that praise, and who wouldn't? "If you want me so badly Ami. Then I want you to strip, and to crawl on your hands and knees into the living room where I will be waiting on the couch." The couch that they would all share. The couch in which Ami had seen Mayu cuddling up next to her boyfriend with endearment as they watched something on the screen together. A place that was shared between the sisters now going to be defiled with their sinful betrayal. He pulled one hand from her breast while the other continued to roll the mound between his digits. Feeling her up and kneading the breast like dough between his digits. The right hand that pulled from her now gently pressed to her chin. Fingers cupped underneath as he shifted and tilted her head to now look at him. His deep eyes looking into hers with a silent command for her to do as he requested. "You can do that for me, can't you?" He asked her, his face so close to hers now. Their lips brushed against one another. So close they could kiss and before they could or she had the idea that it was okay to touch his lips. He would let go of her chin and breast, peeling himself away from her figure and disappearing out of the kitchen. His presence was now gone. Into another room and he would see just how much she craved his touch again already. How she would obey and beg him for more. He would be waiting for her. Seated on the couch with his legs partially spread. Inviting her to crawl between as it was a clear indicator on what he wanted from her without even asking her. What he desired her mouth to be around and her hands, even those pillowy breasts of hers. ​

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The kitchen felt like it was spinning. Ami stood there, breath shallow and lips parted in stunned silence, the blouse on her upper body still hiked up around her chest, her aching nipples stiff from the air and the ghost of his touch. Her skirt had been crooked since she’d yanked it on in front of him - if it could even be called that now, the fabric twisted around her hips, barely hiding anything, her panties soaked through with a shameful wet patch at the front. Her legs wouldn’t stop trembling. She swallowed hard, a soft, dazed whimper escaping her throat as her thighs pressed together for relief she couldn’t find. Ken’s scent still lingered in the air: a mix of subtle cologne, masculine heat, and something darker that made her whole body react before she could think. Her lips still felt the ghost of his breath, her ear burned where he whispered—"Good girl..." She nearly came again from the praise alone. She couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t breathe. His voice was in her head, thick and hot: If you want me so badly, Ami... The words echoed inside her, curling low in her belly, making her whole body ache. Her panties clung to her folds like a second skin, sticky and humiliating. Her inner thighs were damp. Her heart pounded in her ears. "crawl on your hands and knees into the living room..." She could barely even stand. But crawl? Ami whimpered and brought her fingers to her chest, the fabric still rumpled. Her nipples were so stiff now, they ached under her bra. She was ruined. Ruined. She couldn't stop thinking about how his cock had pressed against her -obscene, enormous - the sheer weight of it grinding against her rear had made her legs buckle. She'd felt it even through his sweats. She was certain now that it was the kind of cock that could split her apart. And still, her knees trembled at the thought. She turned toward the living room. It was quiet now. He had left her alone. But the command he’d given her, soft and teasing, still lingered like a heatwave through her body. She stood there, trembling like a leaf, hands still clutching her blouse, before finally lowering it back down with shaking fingers. "I can’t do this," she whispered to no one. But her feet moved anyway. Her skirt slid down her thighs. One foot stepped out of it. Then the other. She peeled off her panties - soaked, clinging - her thighs trembling as the air touched her glistening folds. Then, with a shaky breath, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her heavy tits spilled free, her nipples stiff and needy. Her blouse fell next, pulled over her head and discarded to the kitchen floor. She was naked. Ami stood there, entirely bare, her skin flushed and glistening. Her tits heaved with each breath. Her thighs were sticky, the insides gleaming. Her expression was dazed and humiliated and soaked in lust. She dropped to her knees. The hardwood floor bit into her skin. Her hands touched the floor as well. She whimpered under her breath as she crawled forward slowly, pathetically - her fat, jiggling ass swaying from side to side, her glistening pussy lips parting slightly with each desperate movement. Each step forward on hands and knees brought her closer to him. To that cock. To Ken. She peeked up from her bangs, face flushed, lips parted in shallow breaths. Her whole body felt like it was dripping. She was crawling to him like some pathetic pet, and she didn’t even know if she’d be able to look him in the eyes. She reached the edge of the living room. There he was. Exactly as she imagined. Sitting there on the couch, shirtless, legs slightly spread - that bulge tenting the front of his sweats, thick and shameless, twitching with need. Her breath caught in her throat. Ami knelt properly just before him, legs folded under her, thighs trembling, arms limp at her sides. Her eyes didn’t dare meet his. She swallowed thickly. Her bare tits hung heavy and flushed, rising and falling with every panicked breath. "I’m here," she whispered, her voice like broken silk. She couldn’t say more. Not yet. She just hoped he would reward her for coming at all. For being such a good girl. For crawling like a little slut ​

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He wasn't concerned that Ami would disobey and make a run for it. She was too lost already, too willing to do anything to feel his touch on her body once more. She only had a taste of him touching her, grazing over those large plush breasts of hers. Squeezing the plump flesh and digging in with his digits to play with her hardened nipples with his fingers, pinching and teasing before it was just a ghost of a touch and he retreated to the kitchen with his order for her to follow. And she did, and he was left smiling. Watching as she was crawling along the floor towards him, her eyes slightly cast down. Too timid and shy to even look at him in the face but instead she looked at his body. The hard, chiseled muscles. Defined and impeccable for her sinful eyes to gaze at. The thickening bulge in his sweats, propping a tent left open, intentionally to entice her to come closer as she crawled for him. She whispered to him as she stopped between his legs. On her knees, tucked underneath in a proper seated position. Her gaze was turned down, away from his face as he sat there, hands resting on the cushions of the couch, in the middle. "I see that. You are being such a good girl, Ami." He lifted his hands up off the couch and leaned forward, hunching over now so he would draw himself closer to her. One hand reached out, cupping her chin and tilting her face to look up at his for just a moment. "Now look how hard you made me. It is getting tight in these sweats, why don't you help take them off for me Ami? You are the only one naked; it isn't right that I'm still dressed." He still held her chin, holding her gaze on his face before helping tilt her face down to look at his bulge instead, the tent that was pitched and strained tightly on his sweats. How uncomfortable it looked with his size, restricted tightly in his sweats. She could help him. She could relieve him of that burden he had. With that final lingering look. He would let go of her chin and lean back into the couch, sliding back into a more comfortable position in which he would lift an arm up to rest on the back of the couch where the other pulled out his cellphone from his seat and dropped it onto the cushion next to him. He would take a photo of Ami, and a video later, when she was more warmed up and doing whatever he wanted, saying what he wanted for the camera. "Show me what your imagination was filled with. You have the real thing in front of you now." He smiled, letting her have control of the situation now. Letting her use his cock with her hands, breasts or mouth however she saw fit. Whatever she imagined when touching herself, on how she would please him. She could now do on the real thing and he was letting her do it without commands on how she should. ​

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She couldn’t look up. Her vision blurred as she stared at the grain of the wooden floor beneath her, knees pressed tightly together, arms limp at her sides. Her breath trembled as it left her parted lips, skin flushed so hot it almost stung. Her breasts swayed softly with every shallow breath, nipples hard and pink in the open air, the weight of them humiliating and undeniable. She had stripped for him. She had crawled. Now she was naked. Exposed. Kneeling like an obedient little pet while her sister’s boyfriend sat before her with his legs spread, sweatpants tenting in a way that made her throat tighten. She should’ve felt sick. Guilty. But all she felt was wet. Her folds throbbed with every heartbeat. Slick dripped down her inner thighs in slow, shameful trails. Her hands twitched on her lap. She didn’t know what to do with them. Didn’t know how to move. Her whole body was on fire and he hadn’t even touched her again yet. "If you want me so badly, Ami…" His words echoed in her head, thick and impossible to ignore. Ami bit her lip. Then - softly, shakily - she shifted her hands to the floor again and leaned forward, crawling the last few inches closer. She kept her eyes down, too afraid to look up at him. Her full breasts hung and jiggled beneath her with every move, brushing softly against her own thighs. Her skin prickled with goosebumps. She could feel him watching her. Could feel his cock pulsing just behind that thin layer of cotton. The size of it had haunted her since the kitchen. It had felt like a pipe pressed against her ass - and now, up close, it looked even bigger. She whimpered under her breath. Her thighs shifted, trembling as she knelt between his feet. Her palms flattened to the carpet. She took one, nervous breath. Then another. And then she spoke. "Wh… where do you want me to start… K-Ken…?" Even saying his name made her thighs press together. She could barely get the words out. Her voice cracked on the last syllable, and her cheeks turned a deep, burning crimson. She risked a glance up at him - and it nearly made her faint. He was staring down at her with that look. That look that made her insides twist, like she was something he owned. Something his. His cock twitched again. A thick, obscene outline along his inner thigh. Ami swallowed. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she even realized. She reached up - slowly, delicately - with trembling fingers. One hand brushed against his knee, then traced upward over the soft cotton of his sweats. She could feel the heat through the fabric. Feel the sheer weight of it. His shaft was so hard and thick, she couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around it as she stroked over the outside. Her body trembled. "I… I want to be good for you…" she whispered, her voice so breathless and small it barely carried. "Please let me… p-please let me show you…" Her hands moved with practiced care now - shy, but eager. She reached for the waistband of his sweats, and her fingers paused, trembling just beneath the hem. She’d never seen a man’s cock in real life before. Not like this. Not something so… huge. She whimpered as she tugged the fabric down. And when it sprang free - hot, veiny, and massive - her breath hitched and caught in her throat like she was choking. It was thick and long, arching toward his stomach, flushed dark with arousal and already glistening with a thick bead of pre. She stared. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily. Ami blinked slowly… and then bowed her head. And like the good little girl he said she was - her lips parted. She began to kiss softly along the base of his cock, trembling as her mouth pressed reverent kisses to his heat. A moan slipped from her throat like a secret as her tongue flicked out, trailing slowly up along one fat vein. Her breasts pushed against his shins, her naked body on full display. Her hands cupped his balls, gentle and reverent. She looked up at him then - just for a moment, her eyes wide, glassy, full of need. "Am I… doing it right…?" ​

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She had her orders, to release his cock from the confines of the sweats and to show him just what her imagination was capable of. What she touched herself to at night when thinking about him. Surely she had many fantasies in which she did things for him, dark perversions she kept secret and hidden close to her before he had uncovered the truth on a fateful night and now he wanted her to show him. Show him just how depraved and desperate for his cock she was. How greedy she was to take her sister's boyfriends cock for herself and do whatever it took to please him where her sister failed. She was gentle and nervous with her touch. On his knee with a smooth caress before her smooth and thin fingers reached up to the edge of his sweats. Brushing over the bulge that lined his thigh in which her breath hitched and she seemed to be shocked by it, jolting ever so slightly as his eyes watched her. Devouring her with amusement while she tugged his sweats down to reveal the thick cock that sprung free, like a monument to his confidence it stood proudly with an arch towards his chiseled abdomen. With his shaft revealed she bowed her head and brought her soft lips to the base of his cock. Feeling her wet lips part and kiss the base of him, She was reverent in her kisses to him. Like she wanted to paint his length with her lips on every centimeter. With her tongue providing support, stroking one of the prominent veins as she pressed flatly with her tongue before she pulled her mouth away. His length casting a shadow down upon her visage, causing half of her face to be blocked out from his vision but he could see the lust and glassy look in her eye. "You are doing just wonderful, Ami, keep going. Show me what your fantasies were now that you have the real thing." Those small, delicate hands cupping underneath the heavy sack that was resting on the couch, lifting the orbs up from the fabric and into her palms, where she would hold him. He could give her guidance, tell her where to lick, where to suck and what to do but this was Ami's time to impress him. To show him that she had an idea of what she wanted from Ken, how she could make him happy, and think of only her and no other woman. She didn't want to disappoint him, did she? He didn't reach out. Didn't touch her. Not yet. Instead, he was relaxing into the couch, looking down at her with judgment in his eyes, as soft as they were in watching her, but beneath the mask was one of judgment. Silent. She had been given her chance and now it was time for her to seize her opportunity and please Ken in ways only she could. "Go on, keep going. If I'm dissatisfied you will know Ami, and you will be punished accordingly." He left that latter lingering in the air. A punishment, whatever that could entail. Would it be him ignoring her, or would it be something where he was rough with her and handled her like an object for his desires. ​

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