Chapter 26: Kouta and the two night blossoms. -First Night-

// Author: the poll in the previous chapter was a tie, so we will have a much different continuance of this scene on the night of the following day. Also, this chapter was a bit... whew! Hope this doesn't chase too many of you away. If so, thanks for coming this far.  Please enjoy it if you can. //

 

While the two of them went out to the Seven convenience store, I went upstairs to check on what was given to me as my next job.

 

I turn on the desktop, and my background greets me.

 

The picture I got the other day of Nakada-san in the dakishimetai* pose is now in 1080p.

 

She’s so damn beautiful.

 

I want to make love to her.  I want to know what it’s really like.  I want her to take me to paradise…  But I don’t want to be cast away.

 

I think if it’s too soon, that’s how the route will go.

 

I also think about Onee-chan.

 

I’m responsible for Onee-chan’s sexual satisfaction?

 

it sounds crazy.

 

Do… I really need to watch it?  Can I stomach it?  I think on what Kii-chan said about women being together as a no-count.

But I think it does count.

 

That would mean I will let Nakada-san go to my sister.  

 

That’s Netorase.

 

Even if it’s not the worst of the family, it’s still NTR.

 

But all of it has a risk.

 

The risk for me is emotional.

 

Nakada-san is mine.  She’s said as much.

 

But if I give her to Onee-san for a night.

 

If she comes back… or if she doesn’t.

 

Is she still really mine?

 

I put my knuckles to my temples and press hard.  I’m frustrated.

 

To distract myself, I open the drive in a folder, and view the .nfo file.

 

“Kawamura-san.  These are the art asset files for the new Elf character approved by the writing and art teams.  Can you please make sure they are sized proportionally and fit the GUI and Dialogue scenes properly?  Also, if you can, can you please script the animation engine for each panel?  I’ll see you next Monday.

 

-Empress Fuuka”

 

Elf character eh?  Senpai had an issue with them suddenly adding it late in the development cycle.

 

Maybe I’m supposed to help push it along?

 

I get to inserting the art assets into the beta engine, and see what magic I can work.

 

…

 

It’s about forty minutes later, and I’m still in a paint program trying to further scale down the image so that the game engine can manipulate it and have it not be a blocky, badly pixelated mess.

 

I don’t hear them come in the front door, but Nakada-san suddenly enters my room.

 

“Ko~u~ta<3  What are you doing?”  Nakada-san asks me melodically.

 

I do like it when she calls me like that.

 

It refreshes my heart.

 

“I’m looking over the new work I need to submit next monday.  I should have it done in a day or two, most likely.”

 

I point to a few art images on the screen, and explain what I’m trying to do.

 

“Nee~ Kouta’s really good with computers, isn’t he?”

 

I’m okay.  Senpai taught me a lot, he’s definitely still my senpai in programming.  I might surpass him someday, but by then, I hope to have a good portfollio so I can get hired at a real good company, or maybe start my own indie group and get big.

 

“Maa… I’m still learning the finer points of the industry.”

 

She moves behind my chair and presses her own amazing assets onto the back of my neck.

 

It’s like a cushion.

 

She drapes her arm around me, and apologises to me.

 

“Kouta, I wanted to apologise since I didn’t ask you beforehand, but on the way to the store, I held Kanae’s hand.  The entire way, even while we were shopping.  I know you told me about how it was when you were younger, but that girl is really starved for a woman’s affection.  So I wanted to apologise for that… But since you are busy, Kanae was going to prepare a light dinner, and some leftovers for when your dad returns from work.   I wanted to help her a bit, and would like to give her a bit of skinship.  Nothing that should make you worry.  Would that be alright with you?”

 

She’s considerate.

 

“That’s fine then.  I grab one of her hands and kiss the top of it.  Go have fun with Onee-chan for now.  Will you come get me when it is time to eat?”

 

“Un.”

 

Nakada-san leans over a bit further and bites my ear softly, as a sign of affection.

 

Then she withdraws her hand and breast cushion, and leaves my room, and me alone with work, and my imagination.

 

I find that the image I am looking at isn’t the Elf I am supposed to work on, but the background image on my desktop.

 

What new raw emotion will she make me feel next?

 

…

 

…

 

My phone buzzes.

 

It is an incoming video call from Shi-chan.

 

I hesitate for a few rings before ultimately accepting it.

 

The phone is resting on the oasis countertop.

 

It is positioned so I can see Onee-chan and Shi-chan.

 

They are just talking, and on occasion, Shi-chan will rub her hand softly down Onee-chan’s arm.  Or she will run her fingers through Onee-chan’s hair.

 

There is nothing crazy going on.

 

I am just being reassured.

 

Should anything happen, my voice can be heard.  If I become insecure, I can say stop.

 

It’s a different kind of peace.

 

Is it a form of trust?

 

I do not know.

 

…

 

Off and on I watch the video.

 

I have accomplished no real work, though I am fiddling in the paint program.

 

My emotions are calm right now.

 

I am not making those heavy, tearless sobs from earlier into Nakada-san’s chest.

 

…

 

After a while, the feed ends.  Shortly after Nakada-san comes to fetch me for our light dinner.

 

She takes me by the hand, and we go down the stairs.

 

She sits at the head, Nee and I are to her sides.

 

“ “ “ Itadakimasu “ “ “

 

Dinner is a light spaghetti napolitan with mushrooms.   

 

Shi-chan wanted mushrooms.

 

So we have mushrooms in pasta.

 

It tastes good, though the sauce has a bit of a kick to it.

 

It’s fine.

 

I am drinking another cherry cola, Nakada-san and Onee-chan are nursing their fourth beer each.

 

Delinquents, the both of them.

 

Our dinner is quiet.  Onee-chan and I have a tension between us now, but it’s not a hateful one.  It’s one of mutual defense.

 

Nakada-san is not the enemy, but her rules can cause us to hurt and be hurt by each other.

 

Onee-chan has always protected me.

 

I have always been protected by Onee-chan.

 

The roles are now askew.

 

Nakada-san is a wild girl.

 

In a way, our live face a type of upheaval.

 

But I want to believe in Nakada-san.

 

I want to believe what she has sad a few times now.

 

Only I am in her heart.  That she loves only me.

 

And then there is Kanae.

 

…

 

Dinner finishes quietly and without incident.

 

Nakada pats her belly and says gochisousama*

 

I too am full.  Nee-chan hasn’t completed her plate, but she has eaten enough.  Maybe she is nervous.  I can understand the feeling.

 

I relax back, and Onee-chan takes out two from her pack, hands one to Shi-chan, and they come together as she lights them both at the same time.

 

They sit back and enjoy their thing.

 

I look at the both of them as I drink the last of my cola.

 

Nakada-san is still in the same clothes from this afternoon.  I can see her tan body, and I enjoy every bit of her semi-exposed skin that is visible through it.

 

She pulls off her ribbon, and shakes her hair out.

 

It’s a bit puffy, but it falls down to her breasts, and I notice how soft and nice it looks.

 

I want to run my fingers through it like she did with Onee…

 

I get up and walk behind her, and put my hands up from the bottom of her neck  and through her hair, running my fingers softly back and forth through her hair but touching her scalp.

 

I lean down and kiss her on the top of her head.

 

She relaxes.

 

Onee-chan just takes it slow and steady.

 

It’s wordless and nice.

 

I stop and then go to clean the table, while the girls relax with each other.

 

We just don’t talk.

 

I love Nakada-san.

 

Will Onee-chan love her too?

 

The touch of a woman that mother neglected to give her enough of.  Nakada-san is filling that missing need now.

 

Ah that’s right.

 

“Oh, I picked up some plans.  Would you like to look them over?” I suggest.

 

The two of them agree, and I go get them from where I put them when I came inside.

 

After looking at all three, we decide on one that has an open kitchen.

 

It’s two bedrooms, a living room that opens into a kitchen without a wall seperating the rooms.  There is a bath as well, and it’s of an accomodating size.  All three of us could fit in there if we wanted.

 

It’s an interesting thought.

 

I keep the one we decided on, and plan on visiting the realtor obasan early tomorrow before my amusement park date.

 

I consider telling Onee-chan about it, but I don’t. 

 

I want to monopolize Shi-chan tomorrow.

 

I’m sorry Onee…

 

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There was a plate left for dad when he came home on the table, but Nakada-san and I have retired to my bedroom. Onee-chan is next door in hers.

 

Time passes.

 

…

 

…

 

There is a knock.

 

It is Onee-chan.

 

She has brought her futon.

 

She wants to sleep in my room.

 

There is no extra space in my bed.

 

What to do.?

Nakada-san gets up out of bed, and helps spread it out.

 

I get out of bed, and pull the blanket and sheet onto the floor.

 

We have made a space on the floor for all of us.  Nakada-san is in the middle.

 

Onee-chan and I are on each side of her.

 

We turn on our respective sides to face her.

 

None of us can sleep.

 

Nakada-san seems excited too.

 

No.  She is not excited, she is aroused.

 

She takes each of us by a hand, and puts us where she wants us to feel.

 

She has taken off her shirt, leaving only the sports bra.

 

Onee and I are touching her body seperately but together.

 

At some point, her own hand descends.

 

But Nakada-san is no good at it.

 

My hand and Onee-chan’s hand are directed there instead by Shi-chan.

 

We each can feel the warmth.

 

I rub her inner thigh, and Onee-chan is petting over her panties.

 

Somehow Nakada-san’s top came off!

 

Those nice mountains which were hidden away, were released.  They spilled forth, and appeared firm and springy.

 

I cannot touch them.  My hand is stroking her inner thigh.

 

Onee-chan is rubbing the top part of her panties, and Shi-chan seems to be enjoying it.

 

Onee-chan looks at me with a paralyzing look.

 

Us?

 

We share that concerned feeling of what Nakada-san is doing.

 

Onee-chan or I don’t react properly, so Nakada-san reaches for Onee-chan and pulls her close to her chest.

 

Ah.

 

Onee-chan breaks from my gaze then.

 

She kisses Nakada-san around her peaks.

 

Shi-chan pulls Onee-chan’s hand away from below and moves it up.

 

The she returns below and pushes my hand down on her place.

 

It is radiating heat, and I can feel it is damp.

 

My son heavily reacts.

 

Nakada-san pushes it back and forth over the fabric.

 

She moves her hips to the motion, and with my hand following her silent instruction, she removes her hand which had been over my own, and reaches for Onee-san’s clothes. 

 

She is stripping Onee-chan’s top.

 

Ah.  Onee-chan is wearing a black bra.

 

What should have and adult appeal… doesn’t.

 

But Nakada-san continues further.

 

She reaches for the bra and lifts it up.

 

Onee-chan is exposed.

 

I should look away.

 

I should look away.

 

Nakada-san reaches hungrily for Onee’s breast.

 

She licks them with an outstretched tongue.

 

Then she puts her mouth over one and a sound like kissing and sucking starts.

 

I can hear a sound escape from Onee-san.

 

It’s lewd.

 

That sound is also coming from Shi-chan.

 

My hand hasn’t stopped.  In fact, it is pushing harder in that rhythm she started for me.

 

Onee-chan reaches down into her own self.

 

Her hand disappears into her lower.

 

Nakada-san removes her lips from Onee-san’s breast and reaches for her hair instead.  She pulls Onee-san’s face to hers, and gives her one of those deep exploratory kisses.

 

While she does, I can feel her hips moving.

 

A muffled sound is coming from Nakada-san. 

 

She clamps down on my hand which is now struggling to keep the rhythm but is also being pinned in place.

 

Nakada-san’s hips buckle once… twice… thrice.

 

Then she stops.

 

Her body goes slack for a moment, then she pins my hand down.  The fabric is drenched.

 

My hand is no longer allowed to move.

 

She is holding it tight to prevent it.

 

The kiss breaks, and a loud PU~Ha~ha~ha~ escapes Nakada-san’s lips.

 

Onee is still working at herself, and Nakada is still holding the back of her head.

 

But Nakada-san is staring into Onee-san’s eyes.

 

Onee-chan then makes a sound.

 

Nakada-san is mouthing a word to Onee-chan but I can’t make it out.

 

Ah.  I can see Onee-san make a lewd face.

 

She is panting.

 

Nakada-san has pulled her hand from mine, and reaches up to caress Onee-san’s face.

 

She inserts a finger into Onee’s mouth.

 

Onee is licking and sucking it with her mouth open.

 

After a while, I hear Onee-chan.

 

Just like Nakada-san.

 

She has arrived.

 

A few quiet breaths, and Onee-chan collapses.

 

My son is ready.

 

Nakada-san then turns to look at me.

 

She reaches for it.

 

She goes to reach inside.

 

Onee-chan is watching.

 

I panic.

 

She’s grasped it, but I clamp my own hand on her wrist of which hand is holding on to myself.

 

I shake my head.

 

She squeezes it tight.

 

Is she mad?

 

I’m not ready to expose myself like that.

 

Nakada-san releases the pressure.

 

“Kouta?”  She asks in a soft breath.

 

“I… want you to stop here... with me.” I plead, not wanting her to stop at all, but being a coward.

 

She stares into my eyes.

 

Those mischievous eyes are soft right now.

 

She relents.

 

I release my grip on her.

 

She pulls her hand out of my pants.

 

By the way, I am still fully clothed.

 

Onee-chan is topless with her bra resting above her breasts.  Can I say they are beautiful?  I don’t know.  I don’t see her in that way.

 

I want to know though.

 

“Shiori… are Onee’s breasts beautiful?”

 

Nakada-san stares into my eyes, I can see she wants me to want to continue.  Can she see my panic?

 

“Yes, Kouta.  They are lovely.”

 

I see.

 

Did you hear that Onee-chan?

 

My son is still very awake, but I can’t bring myself to.

 

So I relax and put my body into Nakada-san’s arm, and drape my available right hand on her stomach.

 

Onee-chan copies me and our hands come together.  

 

Shi-chan rests her hands atop of ours.

 

We relax while in a state of tension.

 

I can only smell the sweet scent of cucumbers.

 

I surrender to the pleasant feel of Nakada-san’s body.

 

The rest is darkness.

 

...Did anything else happen?

 

Morning soon came after a great dream.

 

(Secret 25: On her right breast, just below her nipple and to the right a bit, Nakada-san has mole like mark.  Kouta likes to press it with his finger for some strange reason.)

 

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