31 Thirty-First Day: Sexual Relief BJ from Mommy, Date & Lovingly Fuck Setsuko, Lovingly Fucking Momo & Her Mouth

You wake up on top of Setsuko, who's still quietly snoring, her lips gently parted. Your phone buzzes from elsewhere in the room - presumably from your discarded pants. As you shift in position, you spot Noriko to your side, staring you dead in the eyes, making you jump a bit in surprise.

"Good morning, Nanashi," she says.

You smile. "Good morning, Noriko."

You gently slide out of Setsuko's sex, leaving her asleep on the bed as you quietly put on your clothes. She's such a sweet woman, you should do something nice to her now that you have the chance - here, breakfast in bed.

Your phone continues buzzing as you head downstairs, so you check it.

Good morning, Master!

I've been thinking of you all da~y.

Oh, by the way, here's what I got you!

There's a picture accompanying it. It's of Yuriko wearing what black lacey lingerie, sitting awkwardly on the bed, her phone on some chair or something a couple feet away, her cheeks red, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. Written in awkward script above her platinum blonde bush is the word "Nanashi."

I got up and played with myself thinking of you in the shower, and then I spent some time thinking about how best to help seduce my mother back into your bed.

I was thinking, you could write her a love letter? Something a little personalized. Or I could make it and you could just sign it.

She goes on in that vein, rolling through sexual fantasies she has about you, Yuriko, and all your other girls, over to ideas about what she'll make you for breakfast, improvised poetry about the taste of your penis and how handsome your torso is, and on and on.

You decide to send Kiyomi a message on fictoria again. It's early enough in the morning you're not sure she'll respond before school starts, but you want to say it anyway.

Hey, I had a chance to sleep on what I sent you last time, and I realized my some of my criticism was neither fair nor kind. Obviously a core part of the story's narrative is text communications, and it works very well in its context. They're absolutely functional as a valid or even core part of a relationship. I don't know what I was thinking, honestly. I guess I was focused more on finding something to criticize than making sure the criticism was actually helpful.

It's hard for me to understand where you're coming from at times, but I should and will make an effort to do a better job in the future. This story was obviously a different angle from you compared to your other works, and I appreciate the effort you made in reaching out to me this way.

Anyway. Forget the second paragraph in my last communication, please. I'm sorry for saying it, and it was unnecessary, unfair, untrue, and unkind.

You send the message and get to making some nice peanut butter toast and pouring a tall glass of juice for Setsuko, bringing it up on a tray and setting it down next to her. She's lying there, naked beneath the blankets, softly snoring, her mouth curled into a gentle smile. You jostle her awake, and her eyes flicker open.

"A-ah, Nanashi-sama, sorry for..." she trails off, realizing that you brought her breakfast in bed, and blushes. "Thank you," she says, sweetly, nervously reaching for the toast and taking a bite, looking up at you. "It's quite good."

"Go ahead and enjoy yourself," you tell her sweetly, pulling her blankets slowly down, unveiling her naked body. She blushes at your gaze, but then takes a moment and shifts her weight, as if to put her tits on display. You lean down to kiss them gently, slowly positioning yourself over her, kissing your wait down her stomach. She blushes, knowing where you're going.

"Are you going to eat the food that Nanashi prepared for you?" Noriko asks. "If you do not want it, I would enjoy eating breakfast in bed."

Setsuko blushes and takes a bit as you kiss at her thighs, spreading her lower lips with your fingers. "N-no, I'll eat it, I'm eating it," she says, quickly, from where she lies above you. Your tongue slips inside her sex, making her jerk in pleasure, panting a bit.

"Today, you're my girlfriend, not my maid, so it's my job to spoil you," you tell her, and she smiles at that, blushing as you start to eat her out. She eats and drinks nervously, twitching occasionally or hurriedly putting the food down to make sure she doesn't drop it as she comes. With how easy it is to make girls come and how hard they do, you easily make her orgasm several times from eating out her cherry-lime pussy.

When she finishes eating, she's panting from all the pleasure, obviously expecting you to start fucking her... but you don't. "We'll finish this tonight," you tell her, with a smile, and she blushes brighter at that. You lean over her, kissing her on the lips, getting the faint taste of peanut butter while she presumably gets the faint taste of her own sex. "Look forward to it," you tell her, as you pull back.

"I am. I will," Setsuko says, smiling. "Are you sure you're okay with just that?"

"Like I said," you say, "we'll finish this tonight." You kiss her on the lips again, and she hums as your tongue plays with hers before you pull back. Noriko just quietly stares from the side.

"Okay," Setsuko breathes out quietly.

You hop out of bed. "See you soon. I need to talk to my big sis, hope you're not too put out."

"No, it's fine. Have fun with your sister."

You depart, heading to Fumiko's room, rapping on the door. "Hey," you say, as you step inside, finding Fumiko wearing a bad case of bedhead, her glasses in her hand as she starts to rouse. "Care to join me for breakfast downstairs?"

"Sure," she says, rising unsteadily from her bed, shaking her head free of cobwebs. "Gonna shower first, though," she says, before yawning.

"See you soon, then," you tell her, smiling.

You head downstairs, having Akiko whip something up for you and Fumiko, and soon enough your older sister arrives, wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts, still yawning and rubbing her eyes to try to wake herself. "What's for breakfast?"

"Akiko's going to make you a bit of chicken, I'll be having a sandwich and soup," you explain.

"Cool," Fumiko says, before flopping into a chair. "Nn, think I worked myself too hard last night, can barely feel my arms."

Kimiko arrives in the kitchen, giving Akiko her own breakfast order, smiling as she sees the two of you, taking a seat to the side. "Good morning, Nan-chan, Fumi-chan," she says, smiling.

Fumiko rolls her head to one side, glancing at your mother. "Dunno if it's good," she mumbles out.

You get up and lean down to hug your mother, making her smile and pat your back. "You are so sweet, Nan-chan," she tells you.

"I think Fumiko might want a hug too," you stage-whisper to your mother before giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Hm. You think?" Kimiko pretends to consider it, then simply lunges and grabs Fumiko, making the girl squeak an surprise. "I love you, Fumiko," she says, making Fumiko blush. "I've always been proud of you." She lets go of Fumiko, settling back into her seat.

"If you'd like, I can kiss your arms to make them better, Fumiko." She just rolls her eyes. "How are you doing? What's your training like right now?"

"Lots of," she rolls her finger in midair. "Fundamentals. Been watching video on my rest days, which today definitely is judging by the aches in my arms."

"Getting ready for a competition?"

"Kinda. Just a little exhibition thing at the college in a couple weeks." She rolls her head back against the back of her chair.

"I can spar with you, if you need a training partner."

She gives out a little laugh. "Maybe. Not today though."

"It's good that you're taking care of yourself," Kimiko adds. "Rest is an important part of work too. Especially something physical like fencing."

"Don't I know it," Fumiko putters out.

Akiko comes and lays out your meals, with Fumiko taking a fork and simply spearing the chicken before almost shoveling it into her mouth.

"I had a nice thought, what if this Saturday we all hung out together? You two, me, and Minori? We could make it a family thing, watch a movie or hang out in the hot tub. It would be a nice way to relax after training, too. What do you think?"

"That sounds lovely, Nan-chan," Kimiko says. She leans over and pecks your cheek dotingly.

"Oh. Uh, yeah, sure. Sounds good," Fumiko agrees, seeming mildly confused by Kimiko's readiness to do so. "Yeah. Family time. That sounds nice. What about Momo and Mariko?"

"Mm, don't you think there's such a thing as too much of a good thing?" Kimiko says primly.

Fumiko shrugs. "Well, it's fine with me either way." She chews the last of her chicken down. "Man, I was hungry," she says, with a grunt, rising from her seat with a stretching yawn. "Seeya."

You scoot your chair closer to your mother, who smiles and reaches over to rub your back, reaching over to give you a chaste peck. Akiko smiles from the kitchen, with a sort of "what a sweet mother-son relationship" look as she furtively glances your way.

If only she knew.

You put one hand on your mother's thigh as you finish up your soup. "When are you going to get Mariko 'warmed up' again?" You ask, quietly.

"All you have to do is ask, Nan-chan," she says, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, a certain smug smile on her lips. "It's so nice to have her..." she clenches her fingers momentarily, as if searching for the words. "In her place." She licks her lips. "Much funner than I thought it would be."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," you say, leaning over to peck her on the cheek. "I got myself warmed up with Setsuko, but I want to save the final act for our date this evening. Could you help relieve that pressure with your mouth?"

"Mm, I do think I could," she says, with a smile. She finishes up her meal, dabbing her lips with her napkin daintily. "Come on, then," she says, leaving the food for Akiko to clean up and guiding you into her bedroom. She soon lays you out on her bed, your head on her pillows, and pulls down your pants, jerking you off gently as she smiles up at you. "You know," she says, "I feel like you appreciate me more than your father does." She licks her lips, then simply dives down your cock, swallowing you to the base in a moment, closing her eyes and humming, making you jerk in ecstasy.

"And why shouldn't I?" You ask, smiling down at her, brushing her hair behind her ear. "You're a great woman, a great businesswoman, a great mother, and an excellent lover." You admire as she looks up at you, her lips securely wrapped around the base of your cock.

She noisily slurps for a bit, cheeks hollowing, tongue slithering inside her mouuth, before pulling up and popping off for a moment, taking in a deep breath. Then she immediately thrusts her mouth back down your cock, one hand coming up to tuck her glasses back into position, noisily gagging herself on your dick for a long few seconds before starting to facefuck you in earnest. It doesn't take long for her glasses to start to go askew, and you reach down to put them in their proper place, earning a warm smile from her around your dick.

"Your blowjob is so much better than Mariko or Reiko's. Those two are basically professional cocksuckers, but when you do it, I can feel how much you love me." She hums appreciatively as she continues to bob up and down on your cock. "I really appreciate your affection." You reach down for her tit, groping it through her blouse, and she promptly orgasms, already worked up from facefucking your cock. She sputters and moans, eyes rolling up, glasses popping off, and she doesn't even stop the pace of her facefuck as she comes, just bouncing and moaning and gagging on your dick like it was the greatest thing in the world. And to her, it probably is, a thought that tempts you to just ejaculate right now.

Instead, you hold it in, enjoying her expression as she comes down, slowing on your cock, popping off, jerking you off and licking at your cockhead a few times before speaking. "I'm glad you like it when I suck your cock, Nan-chan," she says, with a smile full of confidence and warmth in equal measure. She licks her lips. "I do it because I want to make you happy, but to be entirely honest," she starts, with the hint of a confession, "I really love doing it too."

She slurps you down, and you groan in pleasure as she takes you to the base. You reach for her glasses, sliding them back over her features, loving the way she looks up at you over them, the feeling of her throat around your dick. You reach down for her breasts again, playing with them absently as she holds herself down on your cock.

She pulls up again, this time slithering her tongue around your cockhead as she holds it in her mouth, before contining to tongue every inch of your manhood she can get to, watching your every reaction eagerly as your cock occludes her features from sight.

"You're a fantastic mother," you tell her, with a groan as she pops one of your balls into her mouth, suckling on it like it was the most delicious thing in the world. "You raised me to be a good man, and Fumiko and Minori to be good women. I'll take good care of all of you, so that you're happy and don't feel neglected."

She pops off your balls for a moment, gently jerking your manhood as she speaks. "I'll bet you will," she says it, breathing lustily. "My special young man, taking every girl he can get his hands on. It's only natural." She slurps you back down to the base, humming, then pulling back up. "All those girls at dinner, that's not going to be it, is it? No, that's not enough for you. I'll help you, help you get them, help you teach them to be proper girls for you," she licks her lips, some arousal in her voice as she contemplates the thought. "Train them." She slurps you back down to the base, orgasming again as she deepthroats your cock.

"Fuck," you breathe, your fingers squeezing around Kimiko's tits as the intense pleasure of her moaning throat rushes into your body. "You're so good," you tell her, your thighs clenching. You swallow heavily, admiring her features, then finally reach for her hair, grasping it, pulling her up and off your cock as she twitches. "Give me a titfuck," you order, as she comes down from her orgasm.

She smiles, drool immediately escpaing from her lips without a second though, splashing down onto your erect cock. Her hands undo her blouse and her bra, leaving her topless, by which time a thick slather of drool has coated your cock with a shine of saliva. She leans forward, wrapping her tits around your cock, staring up at you lewdly. "You like your Mommy's tits, hm? You know it's because of these that you're alive today," she notes. "Do you remember when you were just a baby suckling his Mommy's tits?" You nod and groan, and she smiles, squeezing her tits tighter around your manhood. "Are you going to come for Mommy? Do you want to come all over Mommy's tits?"

"O-on your face," you stammer out, and she nods, licking her lips. She watches your expression like a hawk, and at just the right moment pulls back, jerking you off as you start to come, your semen splashing across her features, including staining one of the lenses of her glasses. It stretches across her face, some of it on her lips, some on her cheeks, and of course, some on her glasses. When she's finished, she licks her lips clean.

"I hope you enjoyed," she tells you, with a confident smile.

"I did very much, thank you," you tell her, running your fingers through her hair with a smile. "I need to take a bath. Care to join me?"

She nods, peeling off her skirt and the two of you take a bath, with you being sure to kiss those beautiful lips of hers once she's cleaned off the cum from her features.

You take a BC pill, get dressed, and head to school, with Noriko giving you enthusiastic irrumatio on the way, swilling your cum on her tongue for the remainder of the journy like it was the most entertaining thing in the world to do.

You arrive just in time for class to start, so you focus instead on your own materials for study. Once lunch rolls around, Terumi quietly hands over the bento she made for you.

"Thank you, Terumi," you tell her, with a smile. She wears a radiant one right back, and you check fictoria on your phone to see if Kiyomi has responded to your last message yet.

Thank you.

That's all she wrote in reply. You guess she's still working on a more in-depth one for the C&C that wasn't you being a jackass for no real reason?

"Want to trade seats with me, Yuriko?" You ask. She practically jumps out of her seat, and the two of you trade spots, with you twisting Yuriko's seat around to face Raya. (Mitsuko also arrives in class as well, taking up Masahiko's seat and nervously speaking with Terumi and Yuriko.)

You crack open your bento, finding a delicious, homemade meal just for you. "Raya, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"O-oh? What is it?" Her hazel eyes are large as she looks at you expectantly.

"Marriage." Chanette breaks into a coughing fit, some of her food going down the wrong way. "I want to court you, not just to date you."

"A-ah?" Raya says, looking a bit confused.

"I understand you're a very chaste young woman who respects the values of Dawiya with respect to chastity. I don't want to make you disrespect those, but I also think you're a sweet and beautiful young lady who I'd be honored to spend my life with."

"Aren't you, ehm, going to marry Yuriko?" She asks uncertainly.

"Dawiya is a polygamist faith," you point out.

"O-oh!" She looks down. "I do not know. Ah, not that I am offended that you think I am nice!"

"I get it. I'm not saying marry me. I'm saying, is it something you would consider?"

"A-ah, sure," she says, uncertainly.

"How do you feel about me?"

"You seem. Nice?" She tries, uncertainly. "I do not know what sort of answer you expect me to give."

"Just be honest. Whether it's positive or negative."

"Ah, ahm, you seem very considerate and kind? I am fairly sure you are in a relationship with several girls, all of whom seem happy..." she trails off uncertainly. "It is not that I am opposed, I just, do not know what sort of answer is appropriate. If my parents told me we were going to get wed I would not be mad or sad? Does that work?"

"That seems fair. I just want you to know I'm approaching this from a standpoint of more than just a passing fancy. If it doesn't work out then it doesn't."

She nods, with a nervous smile. "That sounds nice enough."

Chanette finally recovers from her coughing fit. "You can't get married to her!" She sputters out.

"Why not?" Raya asks.

"I, it wouldn't be legal! You can't marry two people!"

"Well, legally, you can't," Raya says, quietly, "but you can marry two people in your heart, a place the government has no say."

Chanette seems shocked. "But! Polygamy! It's bad!"

"Many of my family members are in polygamous relationships and are quite happy."

"W-well!" Chanette stammers, not knowing what to say. "I!"

"I can court you with intent to marry you in my heart," you tell Chanette, who promptly colors bright red.

"No! You're only supposed to marry one person!" She says it in the same over the top flustered tone she sometimes gets during a flirt-off.

"If everyone is happy, what's the problem?"

"The," she sputters, waving her hands around as she tries to articulate the problem. "It's, you, there-" she fails, of course, and you eat your food, bemusedly watching her. Even Raya seems to find it a bit amusing how she sputters for a reason. "Because Deus says not to!"

"Actually, there is nothing in the Accounts that says anything on the subject. It's a later interpolation by church fathers," Raya says.

Chanette waves her hands senselessly. "You, you're a good girl, Raya! He only wants you for your body! Don't be fooled by his boyish good looks and money!"

"I mostly like how nice he is," Raya replies. "And, besides, isn't it normal if you're in a place where women go about showing off, to be desired for your body? What is the point of showing off, if not?"

"It, that's different!"

"I appreciate both your bodies," you chime in. "But more than that, I like your personalities. Your flustered sides, which are different but cute in their own way. How fun and excitable you are, Chan-chan. How sincere and serious you are, Raya. I'd be happy if you both became a permanent part of my life."

Raya smiles nervously. "That is very sweet," she says, uncertainly.

"Y-yeah! It's sweet! But it's nothing I haven't heard before, from a dozen guys! It's going to take more than that to seduce me!"

"Yeah, I know, I still need to dye my hair blonde," you reply, long-sufferingly.

"No! Well, yes. But more than that!" Chanette says.

"Woof." Chanette turns scarlet at that. Raya just looks confused.

Amaya-sensei raps her table, drawing attention back towards the front, and you quickly swap seats back with Yuriko to finish out the class in peace, studying your materials.

When class ends, Chanette stands up, stepping over to your desk. "We're going to the pool today, aren't we?" She asks it in an almost challenging tone of voice, as if daring you to argue.

"We are indeed," you say, standing up. "As you yourself reminded me, I find your body absolutely beautiful, and swimming at the pool gives me an excellent opportunity to see more of it. I can't exactly miss such a great opportunity, now can I?"

Her cheeks color in response to that. "Yeah, you'll be seeing it, but not touching! Just make sure you don't pollute the water with you-know-what from getting so horny!" She hurriedly stomps out of the room, and you follow her. "I have to get my bikini, then we can go in your car."

She collects a small pack from a locker, then steps up alongside you. She looks at the ceiling and the floor, and the hand nearer you absently gropes at the air, as if trying to grab something.

You slide your fingers into her hand, gently wrapping your fingers around her palm. Then you give it a tight squeeze, and she glances your way, her expression challenging.

"I'm really glad to have the opportunity to go on a date with you. I enjoy spending time with you."

"Y-yeah, I'll bet you do," she says, raising her chin with confidence even as her cheeks glow. "I hear that all the time from lots of guys! So don't think you're charming my skirt off or something."

"You are going to be taking off that skirt, though," you point out.

"Yeah, to swim! The only involvement you'll have is looking forlornly while wishing you had blonde hair and were at least twenty percent cooler."

"Only twenty percent?"

"At least!" She clarifies.

You arrive at your car, sliding open the door. "Ma'am," you say, with a gesture. She flicks her messy blonde hair and strides in, taking a seat opposite you. She's exactly your height, so you're seated eye to eye.

"So how do I become twenty percent cooler?"

"Maybe if you were cooler you would know that I can't answer that question," she counters cockily.

"Damn," you reply, with a smile. "How are your studies, by the way? Are you still good with the material?"

"Yeah," she says. "You did a good job," she admits. "You're pretty smart."

"How are things with your family? Are your parents still away?"

"Yeah," she replies. "It'd be fine if Marietta didn't play her awful music all the time."

"Sounds stressful," you reply. "Can I offer you a foot massage?"

She gives you a weird look, as if trying to figure out what perversion this is, exactly. "Fine," she says, kicking off a shoe and offering you a foot.

You rub and grind at it, paying close attention to her reactions. She seemed to be a lot calmer when she felt like she was in control. "Tell me if there's anything in particular you want," you say.

"A little higher," she mumbles, leaning back in her chair. She eventually kicks her shoe off her other foot and offers it up, giving you the occasional instruction here and there, relaxing a bit, even going so far as to close her eyes and sigh as you massage her feet.

When you arrive, she pops her feet out from your hands. "Come on," she says, halfway dragging you to the pool. She heads into the women's changing rooms to get changed, and you do the same in the men's.

She comes out wearing a skimpy two-piece bikini which is obviously patterned after the Wesmeri flag - blue stars on white background on one breast, with red-and-blue striped coloration on the other and on the panties. "Yeah, it's pretty great, huh?" She says, preening a bit. She gives you a furtive leer herself.

"Yeah. Wait, were you talking about the bikini?"

She gives you an exaggerated scowl. "Can you think about anything but sex?"

"I assume you were just admiring my simple black speedo, then," you reply, with a cocky smirk.

Her cheeks glow red. "F-forget that!" She practically rushes to the pool before jumping in.

You follow in after her, jumping in. The waves splash over her, leaving her sputtering a bit in surprise. "Are there any fun Wesmeri pool games you'd like to teach me?" You ask.

"Huh?" She pauses momentarily as she tries to process the question. "Oh, yeah, I know," she says, wearing a smirk. "It's called shark attack. You try to keep your head above the water, I try to get it below the water. Each time I have to resurface, you get to the count of ten to move. Ready? Go!"

She immediately dives beneath the water, and you have to awkwardly stumble backwards. She grabs your ankle and yanks, and your free leg pinwheels awkwardly as you do your best to keep above the water. You manage to pull out of her grasp, and she soon emerges, catching her breath. "One," she starts to count (in Wesmeri, presumably to try to obscure it from you). You move away quick as you can to an opposite side of the pool, and she smiles wickedly.

When she makes it to ten, she dives back under the water and rushes forward for you, grasping you around the hips, which in the process winds up rubbing those fantastic fleshy tits of hers against your thigh and groin. You do your best to pretend not to notice and focus on staying upright, but your cock does throb. Eventually, she has to resurface, and you move away again.

The game continues like that. She does manage to get you down eventually (a pleasant experience), but you clearly dominate each round, a product of your superior swimming training.

After about a half hour, she leans against the edge of the pool, catching her breath. "That was, fun," she pants out. "Let's take a break." She leans her head back, letting her hair roll down.

"You want to put on some suncreen?" You suggest.

"Ah, it's fine," Chanette replies, waving her hand. "We're not gonna be here that long."

"How about you put some sunscreen on me, then? My Kurogayan pallor leaves me worried about the sun," you joke.

She briefly leers, then smirks. "Okay!" She says, and hops out of the pool. You collect some sunscreen and lie down, letting her straddle you, rubbing into into your skin from behind, her hands working it into your body. She's a curious mix of innocently confident and incredibly tentative and curious, rubbing for long seconds before finding some spot of muscle or bone that interests her, at which point she spends long seconds grinding her thumbs against it.

Once she's done, you flip over onto your back so she can do your face, neck, and chest, and she doesn't stop (because, after all, you can do those yourself), just continuing. Her hands rub along your chest and she simply stares down, her lips softly parting as she leers at your body. A single drop of drool pools on her lower lip and finally plops down onto your chest, which seems to break the spell, as her cheeks glow red and she hurriedly rubs your neck and face with an uncertain, incompetent splatter of sunscreen before popping off. "Th-there," she stammers out, blushing.

You grasp her hands quickly, staring her in her eyes. Just that makes her blush grow brighter, and then you drop the bomb. "I love you. You're confident, sexy, energetic, and carefree, but I've also seen how diligent, hard-working, and ambitious you can be." Her eyes grow wide as saucers as you keep going. "I don't care what Deus or the law says, I want to see you walk down the aisle for me in a wedding dress, even if it's just a symbolic ceremony."

She sputters. "Y-you can't just say that out of nowhere!" She hurriedly covers her face with her hands, hiding her eyes between her fingers. She's still straddling you, which gives you an excellent look at her tits. "You're way too forward!"

"Why are you so opposed to polygamy? Are you jealous? Worried I wouldn't be able to give you the time and affection you deserve?"

"No! I mean. No," she says. "Well." She pauses. "You're, you know, you don't have blonde hair! I told you, I only go for guys who dye their hair blonde!"

You reach up for her wrists, gently pulling her hands away from her face. "I think we both know that's deflection, Chanette. Why are you so opposed, really? Do you not like me?"

"No! You're fine. Or. Sexy. Or whatever."

"So what's the problem?"

"I, um, well. You're, you know," she stammers and stumbles, her cheeks red. "It's too embarrassing!"

"Too embarrassing to say, or being with me is embarrassing?"

"Ah, you can't ask that," she says, hurriedly shaking her head, pulling her hands out of yours. She covers her breasts with her hands, finally noticing that your eyes keep drifting down to them. "You can't ask that!"

"Then can I kiss you? Just a peck on the lips, that's all I want."

She glances from side to side, and hurriedly leans down to press her lips against yours for just a moment. Then she pulls back up. "Th-there!"

"If you're really uncomfortable with physical affection, then I won't ask you for anything more. So long as I can be with you and see you walk down the aisle, I'd be happy."

"I, I'm not uncomfortable with physical affection! I have lots of boyfriends, okay? You're not special, even if you are cute and hot and rich! Okay? I'm not afraid of you!"

"You certainly seem pretty distant, Chanette," you point out, your fingers absently running along her stomach. "One might say afraid, even."

"I'm not!" You just stare up at her, letting the silence force her to keep talking. "I'm not, okay? I'm not afraid of you! Or, or you doing lewd things to me! I've seen you in action, it's nothing special!"

"So you were taking notes?" You ask, enjoying keeping her flustered.

"No! I just remember things that happened in the past, okay? That's normal. It doesn't mean I was paying any special attention to your big stupid dick pounding Sumiko's stupid muscle-y cunt! Or thinking about how it was probably super tight, or anything like that!"

"I could trade pictures with you," you suggest. "I noticed you liked looking at my body. I like looking at yours, too," you note, with a smile. "Since you mentioned my big stupid dick, I suppose its only fair to mention that I find your amazing tits absolutely fantastic. Your butt too," you note, giving it a squeeze.

Surprising you, she reacts more to the compliments than to the grope, her cheeks growing redder as you describe her body. "Y-yeah, I'll bet you want lots of pics of my body, because I'm so sexy, and sexier than all your girlfriends."

"I definitely can't get your body out of my mind," you agree, giving her butt another squeeze, finding that again she barely even reacts, almost like she doesn't even realize it's lewd. "You're incredibly hot. The pictures don't even have to be lewd or naked, just anything even a little exciting. I want to look at you more, I'm practically head over heels in love with you at this point."

"You can't just say things like that," she mumbles, her cheeks glowing a cute shade of pink. She's clearly enticed, though, and you absently play with her butt cheeks, curious when or if she'll notice you playing with her body. She doesn't seem to. "I get it, okay! You're crazy in love with me because I'm so great!"

"Exactly," you agree.

"I bet you can't even live without me, huh? You're not the first guy to go around saying stuff like that!"

"And where are those other guys now?" You ask. She blushes and stammers, caught in her lies, but you keep going. "I'll tell you where: not with you. Where are all your boyfriends? How come I never see them? You know what I think?" Chanette's cheeks grow pale. "I think that all those guys are jerks who don't appreciate you. If they really appreciated you the way you deserve to be appreciated, you'd have to hold them off with a stick."

Her lower lip quivers as she blushes at the compliment. "M-maybe!" She decides on, triumphantly puffing up.

"I'd appreciate you," you tell her in a soft voice. You lean up, her tits smushing against your chest, your eyes level with hers. "I'd appreciate you a lot. So please, let me be your boyfriend." Her butt cheeks are still plush in your hands, her not even noticing them, her cheeks red as she stares into your eyes.

Finally she pecks you on the lips. "Fine! You can be my boyfriend!" She declares.

Your hands slide away from her buttocks and up her backside, until you have your fingers tangled into her messy blonde air. You pull her closer, meeting her lips with your own, a soft, long kiss. She lets out a little hum as you continue the kiss before finally withdrawing. Her cheeks are blushing with color. "Let's go back to swimming! I'm bored of this!" She says, hopping off you.

You follow after her, playing games with her in the water, but also taking the opportunity to enjoy some skinship with your new girlfriend, holding her hands, hugging her, gently touching her cheeks or hips or upper arms, guiding her about here and there, making sure to appreciate her properly.

Of course, even this date has to come to an end, despite the fact that OOC it's lasted about a week. You do have something scheduled with Setsuko, after all. "Sorry, Chan-chan," you tell her, your voice as sweet as can be. "As much as I love spending time with you, I have another date soon."

"That's fine," Chanette says, in that hurried, desperate-to-prove-how-cool-she-is voice. "I don't mind at all. Who's the date with?" She asks it innocently, just out of curiosity. "Oh, oh, what are you gonna do with her?" She asks, hurriedly. "Not that I need date ideas, or anything! I just want to be able to offer you advice, since I'm so experienced!"

"Dinner and dancing. It's a pretty ordinary date, but I'm a damn fine dancer. I can show you my skills during one of our dates, if you like."

"Fuh. Maybe," she says, confidently. "Who's it with? Terumi? Yuriko? Noriko?"

"It's with Noriko's mother, actually. She's currently living in my mansion and working as a maid - she and Noriko moved in, since their household was pretty abusive. She's a really kind and loving woman - as my new girlfriend, I'd love for you to meet her."

"She, um, well, that was nice of you! But you have a date to go on!" She says, hurriedly, practically shoving you into the changing room. Well, you can't deny she's right on that point.

You head home and pick up Setsuko, who's wearing a very sexy black dress that shows off her cleavage with a very deep dipped collar. She wiggles her chest a little when she catches you looking, showing off how her amazing boobs bounce. Your eyes flick back up to hers, and she's wearing a sweet, warm smile. "I'm really glad you like them. At first I thought you were just pretending to be nice," she adds. The privacy screen is up as Shiiro drives the two of you off on your date.

"Of course not," you say, with absolute sincerity in your voice. Your hands reach for her tits, slipping under her dress and groping the plentiful, soft flesh. She closes her eyes and lets out a little pant, practically grinding her tits against your hands. "These are amazing. Every compliment I've ever given them is completely sincere."

She smiles gently. "Tha-thank you Nanashi," she says, squeakily as your fingers grope her tits more thoroughly. "A-ah, you're going to," her legs twist and twitch a bit as she breathes heavily before finally orgasming from your groping, a splash of her drool escaping her lips as she moans and writhes.

You remove your hands from her tits, admiring her body as she breathes heavily, calming down. "Anyone who told you otherwise is a fool." Setsuko swallows and nods, an exhausted smile on her lips, as she pulls her dress back into place to be more presentable. You can, however, now see the faint outline of her perky nipples against it. Just a hint, nothing anyone would notice unless they were looking (especially with the black color), but it's still present.

She wears a warm smile as you say that. "You really are a wonderful young man," she says, almost wistful. "I'm lucky you like an old lady like me."

You give her an earnest look. "I'm lucky to have found such a sweet, beautiful woman as yourself," you tell her, with sincerity, taking her hand in yours. She blushes at that, eyes averting from you, and you quickly peck her cheek, making her blush even brighter.

The car then arrives at its destination, the Razz. You take her hand and guide her out of the car, getting a table for the two of you. She looks nervous in a cute way, like a schoolgirl on a first date, as she takes her seat. "This is nice," she says, sincerely.

"It is. How has your day been? Everything good at the mansion?"

She gives a little giggle of appreciation at that. "Everything's fine. I enjoyed my day off," she says, with a certain perkiness.

"What do you do on your days off, out of curiosity?"

"Today, I watched some television with Mariko-san," she says. "She seemed a bit anxious. I've tried a bit of this and that. I've been trying to learn some dancing," she admits, furtively.

"That does sound lovely." Almost on cue, the song changes. "Care to join me for one?"

"O-okay," she says, with a nervous blush. You stand up, taking her hand in yours and guiding her to the dance floor, gently dancing with her, holding her body against you. She sighs, leaning into you, her tits pressing against your chest, a soft smile on her lips. Your hand gently runs along her backside, the other tightly twining together with yours.

"How do you feel about having a younger boyfriend?" You ask, teasingly, enjoying as her cheeks blush.

"I like it... it makes me feel pretty..." Her voice is practically a whisper as she speaks. "That a handsome young man like you would want to be with me... it's nice." She's wearing a soft, gentle smile as she says those words, and you kiss her on the lips.

"You are the one who makes me feel lucky to have," you tell her, seriously. She smiles nervously, looking up at you with those lovely blue eyes of hers. You brush your fingers through her hair, kissing her again, enjoying as her cheeks warm and her tongue tentatively reaches out to yours. When you pull back, she's smiling cutely up at you, her hand nervously clutching a bit of your shirt from behind. "How do you really feel about having more kids? I really do want to have children with you, even if I'm too young right now."

She nods a little, smiling. "I liked raising Nori-chan. She was the little light in those long years of dark, and I want to be able to enjoy it all over again, this time with you."

God, she's so sexy and sweet. You kiss her on the lips, practically grinding your body against hers, and she hums sweetly in response, her eyelashes fluttering during your long kiss. You pull back, breathless, and head back to the booth, putting in your orders after you do so.

You snuggle up next to Setsuko, rubbing your body against hers. She smiles, blushing cutely as she does so. "Would you like some paid dance lessons?"

"Oh, I was thinking of maybe doing that," she admits, "but I'd hate to put you out on my account. I can pay with my own money."

"What about other schooling? I think I remember you mentioning something about that... going back to school or something."

"Oh. I don't know. Is there really a point? People don't hire thirty-something former housewives with a sixteen year gap in their resume..." She gives you a little smile. "Besides, I have a nice job right now that means I get to spend lots of time with a really sweet young man."

You smile back at her, kissing her cheek. The waitress returns with your food, with Setsuko having purchased some kind of cheese ball with cinnamon coating. You take one and pop it into her mouth, making her blush, and you have her lick the cinnamon off your hand, using the other to gently stroke her thighs, making her hum softly.

After a little bit, she decides to return the favor, only she does you one better, straight up stroking your hard cock as she feeds you a bite of your pretzel with peanut butter filling. "Do you like that?" She whispers softly to you, a smile on her lips. "Do you like it when I hand feed you, and play with your manhood?" She gives your dick a little squeeze, and that makes you groan, her smile growing naughtier at your response.

"I love it, and you," you tell her, giving her a kiss on the lips, now. Your hand runs along her thigh as your tongues briefly press against one another before pulling back. You smile and hand feed her, and she responds in kind, the two of you smiling and giggling as you enjoy your meal.

She's got you incredibly randy, and you're having a similar effect on her, so as soon as you're done you dump some cash on the table and practically run out the door, heading home with her in tow. She surprises you by straddling you as you sit down, her blue eyes staring into yours, and she licks her upper lip. Her next words are breathy, aroused. "Do you want to do it in the car?" Her hands gently stroke your manhood. "Or wait until we get home? I've been wanting to thank you properly for your wonderful morning wakeup all day."

Your hand slides down to her thighs, pushing up under her dress and teasing her through her panties. "I want to wait until we get home," you say, continuing to brush your fingers along her wet sex. She pants and nods, but continues to stroke you, a smile on her lips at the reactions you occasionally give. It's sweet, the way she cares so much about your pleasure.

When you do get home, you practically drag her to your room, hurriedly locking the doors. She wears a smile as you give her a once over, lust in your eyes.

You pull off your shirt, enjoying Setsuko's quiet stare and smile, and proceed to also remove your pants, taking her hand and guiding her onto the bed as you lie on your back. "Go ahead and get us started," you tell her, planning to fuck her absolutely senseless but wanting to let her take the lead at the start.

Setsuko simply peels off her panties and tosses them off the bed, her dress barely covering half her thighs before she pulls it up around her waist. She momentarily considers lifting it the rest of the way, then decides against it. You can see her sex glisten, anticipation from the restaurant and car having mounted up until this point. Her breathing is heavy as she stares down at you, taking your cock and angling it at her sex. "I'm going to make sure you enjoy yourself," she says, more to herself than to you, slowly enveloping your manhood in its entirety.

Your hands reach up for her breasts, groping them through the fabric of her dress, and she smiles nervously as she starts to bounce on your cock, slowly at first. "You like them, don't you?" You nod, and her smile gets a little broader. "Do you want to see them?" You nod more quickly at that, and she bounces a little faster, hands reaching for the base of her dress, pulling it up and off, leaving her gloriously naked, her big tits bouncing as she smiles down at you.

Your hands grope at her bare tits, playing with them, her hard nipples scraping her palms, and she bites her lower lip as she orgasms for the first time atop you, her cunt squeezing around your manhood.

"Does this make you feel young again?" You ask her, smiling up at her, and she breathes and pants, nodding rapidly in response. "How do you like fucking like a horny teenager?" You ask, wearing a sweet smile.

"A-a lot," she pants out, bouncing on your cock, her hands running along your chest as she rides you. "I really like bouncing on your cock, Nanashi. It's, it's nice. It's mu~uch better than, when, Goro would do it," she manages to force out, squirming atop you as she comes again. She squeals out her pleasure, eyes rolling up, a breathless moan escaping her lips in the aftermath, her whole body twitching.

When she comes down, you smile up at her. "Let's not talk about Goro," you tell her, sweetly. "Let's talk about us, and how much you love your younger boyfriend's hard cock."

"I like it a lo~ot," she moans out, as you thrust up into her. She's panting hard, her juices spilling out over your cock and groin as she rides you, trying her best to bring you pleasure. Your hands finally, regretfully, leave her tits, reaching for her clit, playing with that. She promptly orgasms again, collapsing forward onto you, tits smushed against your chest, hands on either side of your body as she shivers in orgasm. You grasp her hair, tilting her head up to look at you, her eyes half-lidded, and you kiss her firmly on the lips, your tongue slithering into her mouth as you fuck her like that, bouncing your cock in and out of her plump ass, groping her ass and using that grip to raise her up and down.

She recovers and promptly works to aid you in your fucking her, bouncing on your dick as she continues your long kiss, her tongue pressing against yours as the two of you make out like horny teens. When you finally ejaculate inside her, she's orgasmed easily a dozen times, and she moans happily at the feeling of you filling her up, pulling her head up and off your lips to breathe heavily beside you. "That was nice..." she sighs.

"Oh, we're not done," you tell her, flipping over, keeping your cock inside her as you grasp her thighs and start to pound her still-slick cunt, making her squeak in surprise. Her tits bounce from the sheer force of your thrusts, her eyes staring up at you in a mixture of lust and shock. "I'm going to fuck you silly. I'm going to come inside so many times, the BC pills I'm taking won't be enough to stop me. I'm going to splash so much of my seed in you, you'll have no choice but to become pregnant."

Her cheeks glow red, but she wears a smile and nods. "Go ahead, Nanashi. Knock me up. I want to have a baby with you." She can tell the effect that those words have on you, and she squeezes her cunt on your cock, encouraging another load.

"Do you have any fetishes you want to try?" You ask, breathless, as you fuck her.

"A-ah?" She stumbles, uncertain, as if being asked for the first time about such things. "I don't know. I like when you and Noriko play with my tits," she decides on.

"Your wish is my command," you say, leaning down and suckling on one of her nipples, your tongue flashing against the diamond-hard thing, making her moan and squirm. Her fingers dig into your scalp as you fuck her hard, and she orgasms several times before you join her as well, filling her up with a second load of cum.

You, of course, are by no means finished. You won't be finished until your thick loads are rolling out of her sex and she's an insensate mess on the bed. You twist her into a pretzel so her legs hook behind her shoulders, letting you root around deep inside her while suckling her tit. You flip her onto one side, balancing her leg on your sholder as you fuck her senseless and tease her nipples. You call her outrageously beautiful, you encourage her to get louder, you grope and toy with her lewd body.

She takes it all eagerly, panting and moaning and occasionally managing the encouraging bit of dialogue in between orgasms. "Ah, fuck me, fuck me," she'll pant out before orgasming again. "Come inside!" "More, more!"

It's incredibly erotic, and pushes you to fuck her even harder. "I'm definitely going to knock you up," you growl out, after your sixth orgasm. "There's no way that much cum hasn't knocked you up. Are you happy you're going to have my baby?" She nods sleepily, eyes unfocused. "I'm happy too. You definitely deserve to have a baby with a man who appreciates you and your body, rather than one who tears you down." She nods at that, eyes rolling up as she comes again. At that point, she seems to simply pass out, her mouth half-open, drool running out of it onto the bed, her ankle still up near your ear.

"Is it that good?" You tease, as you play with her nipples, enjoying her unconscious body. Her cunt continues to convulse on your dick as she simply lies there, dead to the world. "I guess you love it a lot," you say, putting her back on her back, leaning down to suckle on her nipple, getting the sweet, delicious taste of breastmilk.

When she finally gasps her way back into consciousness, her expression is confused, delirious, but she soon realizes where she is and what's happening, and promptly smiles, running her fingers through your hair. "That's my sexy young boyfriend," she tells you, happily. "You make me so happy. Go ahead and suckle on my tits." You groan around her breast and orgasm yet again inside her, making her eyes roll up in sympathetic orgasm.

It's at that point that you're finally exhausted. You could keep going, probably, but she's obviously tuckered out as well, just breathing heavily on the bed, chest rising and falling.

You give Setsuko a kiss, pulling out of her and tucking her into your bed. "I'm going to go check on Momo," you tell her, in a soft voice. She nods limply, breathing heavily and closing her eyes. You pull on your clothes, leaving her behind, and find Momo's room.

Momo jumps up in her bed as you arrive. She's wearing simple black pajamas with stars and crescent moons on them, and she smiles as she sees you. "Nana-kun!" She practically jumps out of bed. "I didn't want to bother you when you're so busy, but I really missed you the past couple days."

You lean down, kissing your little sister on the lips, shutting and locking the door. You start unbuttoning her pajamas, finding to your delight she's not wearing a bra beneath them. You guide her over onto the bed, lying her down, admiring her almost-naked body, the only thing she's wearing a cute pair of simple pink panties. "I missed you too," you tell her, "and I want to show how much I care about you."

She blushes, smiling up at you. "H-how are you going to do that?" She asks, sweetly.

"I think you can guess," you say, pulling her panties down, taking out your cock, and slamming yourself inside her to the hilt. She squeaks in surprise at the sheer force of the thrust, but you grab her hips and simply hold her in place, staying buried entirely inside her as you lean over her, your breath hot in her ear. "You're incredibly cute and sexy, Momo. I love you."

Her cheeks grow red as you rotate your hips inside her, making her squeak and jerk in pleasure before finally orgasming for the first time like that, sputtering loudly as she comes, her cunt convulsing around your dick, tightly massaging it and jerking you off. "I, I," she manages to sputter out, "I love you too!" She squeaks, before orgasming a second time on your cock, her cheeks red. Your hands reach for her breasts, gently playing with her nipples, making her gasp and pant.

You nibble on her earlobe, enjoying the way her entire body seems to squirm around your cock, and then you start to whisper again. "Minori's my girlfriend now too. How would you like to play with your sister and big brother some time?" Momo just lets out a sputtering breath, twitching as she struggles to speak, before orgasming again on your dick. "Somebody's really sensitive today," you tease. "Is it because I left you all alone?"

She shakes her head, sputtering, struggling to speak. You slow down your movements inside her, looking down at her cute blushing face as she struggles to speak. "I," she swallows, "I was trying, that thing, um, p-playing with myself. I c-couldn't, come, but I got close. Then you came in," she adds, quietly.

You hump into her, making her entire body bounce. "Sounds like I had good timing then, huh?" She nods rapidly, breathing heavily beneath you, her body already starting to shine lightly with sweat. "You don't want to be the second best sister-girlfriend, do you?" Momo shakes her head, her cheeks red as she realizes the question you've asked, and her instant response to it. "You should make sure you do your best to please me if you want to keep your lead."

Her legs wrap around your hips, as you continue to grind inside her. Teasing her like this is so incredible, it makes you want to just come inside, and when she orgasms yet again, that's exactly what you end up doing, filling her with a load. When you finish, she collapses on the bed, breathing heavily, staring up at you with this exhausted confidence, a certain smug smirk on her lips as she stares up at you.

"Oh, I'm not done with just that," you say, smiling down at her. You pull out, and her expression looks confused, until you grasp her head and slowly drag her up onto her hands and knees, so she's face-to-face with your cock. Without even needing to be told, she opens her mouth wide and lets you simply slam your cock right down her throat, offering only a minute sputter as your balls slap against her chin.

You run your fingers through her hair soothingly as she stays down there, holding her in place for a long moment, enjoying her in that position, before you speak again. "I promised a couple girls that I'd marry them unofficially. Even if it wouldn't be legally binding, they'll be my wives in my heart. Would you like that? To not just be my little sister girlfriend, but my little sister wife?"

She nods around your dick, her eyes smiling up at you even as she starts to tear up from being held down on your cock, and you finally extract your manhood from her throat. "I'd really like that," she says, panting, before pressing herself back down your cock, slurping you to the base, then pulling back again. "I bet Minori doesn't do that for you," she says, with a certain competitive edge.

"She doesn't," you agree, before she slurps you back down to the base again. You pet her, and she does all kinds of erotic things she picked up last time she was in a similar position - twists her head, rolls her tongue. She orgasms repeatedly like that, her hand even reaching down for her groin. She adjusts her position so she's kneeling in front of you as she facefucks your cock, the fingers on one hand digging into the meat of your butt for purchase as the other frantically frig herself. Drool spills out of her mouth, and her eyes start to roll up as she orgasms again and again, sputtering, spilling juices all over the bed.

"You're such a sexy little sister, you love to get fucked by your older brother, don't you?" She nods around your dick as she facefucks herself on you. "I bet you fantasize about it a lot, since I just happened to come in when you were playing with yourself." She nods again, gurgling around your dick as she achieves another orgasm.

"That's good," you groan, holding her in your groin and enjoying the ecstasy of it. "You're the perfect little sister," you tell her, pumping pointlessly at her face, balls slapping against her chin, as she moans around your dick. "It's like you were born to become my girlfriend. You make me very happy by being a good," you hump at her face again, "little," another pound, leaving her eyes spinning from the sheer force of it, "sister, slut," you breathe, before finally unloading, at first down her throat, then pulling back so a lot of it goes into her mouth, and the last few splurts splash along her cute face, leaving her cheeks red as she stares up at you, a sloppy smile on her cum-stained lips.

You lie down behind her, wrapping her in a hug and pulling her into you, spooning with her. You even go so far as to enter your cock into her waiting sex before pulling the blanket up and over you, leaving her with your cum on her face for the remainder of the night.

Then you pass into slumber, arms around your little sister.