Chapter 23: Hypnosex with Mitsuko (Sumiko Working Her On Your Cock), Sheath-F*cking Sumiko With Noriko Watching, Momo Rides Cowgirl

You're in a half-asleep haze when Setsuko quietly extricates herself from lying on you. Kimiko just keeps her head resting on your chest as you breathe, still naked from last night. Setsuko gets dressed, departs, and eventually comes back with a pair of trays, drink and food on either of them. She places one awkwardly next to you, the other next to your mother. Your eyes are half-lidded, so she doesn't quite realize you're awake. She's wearing her maid suit, fiddling with the frills for a moment as she decides whether to go nude or clothed.

Eventually, she decides on clothed, and crawls up under the blankets, gently stroking and kissing your cock, trying to wake you that way. Kimiko just mumbles into your chest, legs kicking a little.

You nudge Kimiko awake, your mother's eyes fluttering. She's half-clothed, in a little camisole nightie and panty pair, and looks around awkwardly, rubbing her eye with one hand. "Hm?" She mumbles, wiping her mouth. She briefly furrows her brow as she notices the trays on either side of you, then the bulge in the bed gives her some comprehension. She smiles, lightly, confidently, reclining against you.

"Thank you," you tell Setsuko, gently reaching down under the blankets, pulling them up so you can see her. You run your fingers through that soft purple hair of hers. "For bringing Kimiko and I breakfast."

Setsuko wears a nervous smile, glancing over to Kimiko, before kissing the tip of your cock, then licking it, running her tongue around it.

Kimiko just reclines confidently against you, her expression calm, proud, like she was a queen and Setsuko was her loyal servant admirably performing a task that was expected of her. Not needing to be thanked, because it was her duty.

You pull Kimiko towards you, kissing her tenderly on the lips, your tongue sliding into her mouth. She gently responds, her own tongue pressing against yours, her eyes cool and focused as you make out. Your hand snakes around her body, groping that firm ass of hers, while Setsuko continues to suck you off, starting to bob her head, moaning in pleasure as your dick enters her throat for the first time.

"Yuriko's mine, now," you tell your mother, who smiles proudly. Setsuko orgasms from performing fellatio on you, moaning loudly from her position, and you give her a gentle smile, petting her. "How exactly does one go about arranging this kind of marriage?"

Kimiko snorts, kissing your neck. "You don't need to worry about that for another couple of years, Nan-chan," she tells you. "I'll take care of the parental side of things for you; her parents will probably be glad that her lezzo tendencies have been curbed and she's attached to such a high-status man as yourself." She smiles, her grin predatory. "You're even a couple steps above her on the social ladder, really. Once you're formally made the heir, at least. Her parents won't mind." Setsuko orgasms again, moaning loudly, and Kimiko doesn't spare her a second glance.

"That's good, then," you agree. You grope her ass appreciatively. "I want another girl, but I'm pretty sure that I'll need your help to acquire her."

"Oh?" Kimiko asks, curious, now.

"Mariko." Kimiko's eyebrow quirks. "Dad's away. I want her."

"Now why would you want her?" Kimiko asks, her voice laced with a certain caustic edge. "You don't need some gold-digger, you've already collected quite a little harem for yourself. She can pleasure your father while I make sure my special young man's never left wanting..." She licks your neck, as if to add a bit of zest to it.

"She'll make a good bodyguard trainer, and help keep the rest of my harem in shape," you tell her.

"Mrm," she mumbles, kissing your neck. "She can do that while your father fucks her, Nan-chan. I'd rather you didn't waste time with that slut, when you've got more worthy women, like Setsuko there," she says, reaching down to pat Setsuko's head as she bobs on your cock. "Mariko is an airheaded bimbo who only thinks about one thing, you don't need her. Let her satisfy your father's lusts, then I can be just for you," she suggests, kissing you again. "Wouldn't that be nice?"

"You don't like her being a leech," you point out, "but right now, she's being even more of a leech than normal. She's not even satisfying my father's sexual needs, so she's effectively staying here for free. I like her, I want to fuck her, and besides - don't you like the idea of training that 'airheaded bimbo' for my personal use?"

That last bit is what seems to catch her attention the most, her eyebrow quirking up. "You'd give me... the leeway, shall we say, to train her into your personal slut?" The way she says it, she's clearly enticed by the thought, both out of a petty kind of revenge, and by simple arousal.

"Yes," you reply, and Setsuko slurps your cock to the base, coming again. You groan as she moans, your eyelids closing as Setsuko grinds her cute face up against your pelvis.

Kimiko licks her lips. "I'll come up with some way to start teaching her her place." Her fingers run along your chest, and she kisses you on the lips. "Anything else? Anything I should know?"

"Momo." She furrows her brow in confusion for a moment. "Momo is my girlfriend, now. I'm going to want a little oyakodon, I've gotten a taste for it from-" you groan as Setsuko slurps your cock noisily, cheeks hollowing, "-from Setsuko, and Noriko," you pant out.

"I can imagine," Kimiko says, kissing your neck. "That will be useful, I think." She hums in arousal. "Mm, imagine it, little Momo happily slurping your cock, while Mariko worships your feet like the slut she was meant to be, licking every bit of grime off while her own daughter gets to happily suck you off or bounce on your cock."

You groan, and Kimiko's hands grasp the back of Setsuko's head, pressing her against your groin, smushing her nose against your pelvis as she twists the maid's head this way and that. "Do you like that, Nan-chan? Do you like your Mommy taking control of another woman and using her throat to please you?" You groan again, nodding, and Setsuko soon orgasms from the treatment. "Go ahead and come, Nan-chan," Kimiko breathes in your ear. "Give your maid a dose of cum as a thank you for her service."

You let go, splashing your ejaculate down Setsuko's throat, and Kimiko yanks her up, your cum soon filling her mouth as you groan and jerk. She licks her lips as she watches, clearly aroused both by the scene and by your earlier talking about Mariko.

When you're finished coming, she lets Setsuko pop off, and you pat Setsuko. "You did incredibly well, Setsuko. Thank you for your service." Setsuko blushes and smiles, swallowing your cum.

"You're welcome," she says, then hurriedly adds, "Nanashi-sama," as if to reassure your mother.

You and Kimiko eat briskly, with you mentioning the progress you've made with Amaya-sensei. Your mother takes it all in, though she's less certain than you that Amaya-sensei is properly yours just yet. "A woman her age, well - you didn't pop her cherry, did you?" You shake your head. "She's had other sexual partners, then. Women like that, they're more willing to get sexual than most. The fact that men think it means more than it does can help a woman like that; it looks like a genuine show of trust and affection, but if one's careful, it isn't nearly so much of one."

"Thanks for the advice, Kimiko," you say, as you start to get out of bed, still naked. "She has mentioned she wants to be my girlfriend, though."

Kimiko shrugs. "I'm simply saying not to celebrate before finishing the race."

You nod. "Setsuko, why don't you give me and my mother some privacy?"

"A-ah, yes, Nanashi-sama," she says, leaving you and Kimiko alone.

"Come with me, I need a bath," you say, with a smirk. She follows, and you enjoy her straddling you and bouncing cowgirl, tits swaying with her motions, her voice a pitter-patter asking if you like this or that, if you want this or that, her cunt a tight sheathe that milks you dry when you finally do come.

You head back to your room, put on clean clothes, take a BC pill, and find Noriko before heading to school with her. She sits in your lap in the car, simply plopping her butt into your lap without hesitation or even asking. You arrive at school early, and it seems like just Yuriko and Terumi have arrived this early - by the look on the two's faces when you enter, they were perhaps hoping to get to see you. Not for some pressing business, but because they're lovestruck teenage girls.

"Hello, Yuriko, Terumi," you say, taking your seat between the two of them. "Terumi, are you texting Yuriko like you text me?"

Terumi blushes, shaking her head. "I don't even have her number-" she glances at the doorway, now closed, as Noriko takes up her seat, "Master."

You smile. "Then now's a good time to exchange numbers," you say. "I'm sure Yuriko would love to wake up to lewd photos of you."

Yuriko's practically salivating at the thought, and the two quickly exchange numbers, with Yuriko staring at her phone as though she was about to receive a sext from Terumi.

When Sumiko arrives, you tell her you want to see her in Room 42 for lunch, and she nods. "I shall be there, Nanashi-sama."

Soon enough, class starts up, you study, and there's even a brisk test before lunch, which you manage with ease. When lunch comes, you take your lunch from Terumi and stand up, heading to go. Sumiko's already up and leaving, and Reiko gives you a certain knowing look as she identifies your plan. You absently text Yuriko and Terumi and Noriko to come up to Room 42 as you head to Mitsuko's classroom.

"Hey, Mitsuko," you say quietly, as you squat to the side of your desk. A few other students glance your way. "Want to come join me and the gang for lunch again?" She bites her lip, but nods.

Soon enough, the entire group is assembled in Room 42, with Terumi absently glancing at you eating her food, and you giving her little compliments. Yuriko's fingers stroke Terumi's thigh under the desk, and she occasionally leans over to peck your concubine on the neck. Noriko sits on the countertop, legs kicking. Mitsuko blushes and stares mostly at her food, while Sumiko eats her own meal wantonly.

"Mitsuko, this is Yuriko," you say, gesturing to your future wife. Mitsuko smiles uncertainly. "Yuriko, this is Mitsuko."

Yuriko looks the girl up and down, offers a gentle but polite smile, and says, "Nice to meet you." The two exchange brisk pleasantries before Yuriko returns her attention to the far more important woman (in her view) - Terumi.

"The meal is good, by the way," you tell Terumi. "I can taste the love. Yuriko, why don't you try a little?" You ask, skewering a heart-shaped bit of fruit and offering it up. Yuriko takes it, humming thoughtfully, glancing at Terumi as she sucks on the fruit.

Your focus, on the other hand, is on Mitsuko and Sumiko. You compliment Sumiko, telling her that her aggressive, energetic style of eating is very appealing, and she smiles broadly, proud to please you with such a simple act. As for Mitsuko, you casually speak to her, until she's finished eating, at which point your discussion turns from the bland and irrelevant to the focused. Yuriko and Terumi are sucking face by that point, but you don't care, your focus is on your latest conquest, you can screw them any time that you like.

"Mitsuko, come here," you say, patting your lap. She stands up, fidgeting a bit, but sits down as directed. Your hands grasp her hips. "How are you feeling?"

She blushes. "Um," she swallows, "anxious?"

"Okay." Your hand strokes her thigh, gently. "Don't worry. Nothing bad is going to happen. Breathe. Gentle, slow, deep breaths." Mitsuko obeys, almost automatically, her nerves calming as she takes controlled breaths. You stroke her thigh more strongly. "Take off your glasses," you tell her, and she does so, setting them down on your desk. "Remove your blazer." She follows that command too, putting it quietly down. "Unbutton your blouse," you tell her, and she gets started on that, fingers moving languidly. Her breath hasn't accelerated, remaining deep, slow breaths, as she continues to remove clothes. Her hands pause as she undoes the last button of her blouse, looking as if she's just waiting for your next command, as if she'll be jarred out of it if she doesn't soon receive one.

"Take off your panties," you order, and she's soon doing that, her expression showing only a modicum of attention, some slight concentration as she obeys. "Take off your blouse." That goes on the floor too. She's now wearing just a small, pink bra and her skirt and socks. "Unzip my pants," you tell her, and she looks down, shifting her weight to do so, some thought in her expression as she's made to perform a more complex task.

"Turn around, face me." She does, and her eyes are a little hazy, as they stare into yours, her body swaying gently. "Take off my jacket." "Kiss me." "Unbutton my shirt." "Remove my shirt." "Remove my cock." Each order follows the next, not giving her space to think or reconsider. Her eyes admire your bare chest, then slide down to your hard cock, which she absently strokes.

"Put it in," you order, and she nods, positioning her cunt over your dick and sliding down.

You gently place your hand on the back of Mitsuko's head and pull her into a kiss, your tongue sliding into her mouth. With one hand, you grasp her hips, gently starting to guide her up and down. Her breath is heavy on yours, but her tongue is limp in her mouth, so you finally pull yourself back. "Use your tongue when I kiss you," you tell her, and her eyelashes flutter for a moment before your lips press against hers again. This time, her tongue slides forward, into your mouth, and the two of you play with one another like that.

You take hold of her hips, guiding her up and down, making her slowly bounce on your cock. She lets out a stuttered squeak into your mouth, as you keep up your kiss, her eyelashes fluttering. Your tongues bat at one another, hers moving in languid, full motions, rather than quick or passionate darts and slurps. You pull back from her mouth, meeting her hazy gaze. "Clench tight," you order, and her cunt squeezes you, making you grunt and pant, the muscle holding for a long second or two before releasing.

"This is good," you tell her. "You enjoy this feeling." Your hands reach for her breasts, gently playing with the petite things through her bra. "Take off your bra," you order, and her hands reach behind her back, quietly fumbling while you keep her bouncing on your cock. Her expression is hazy, ever so slightly focused, but you keep her under the influence by continuing to speak. "You enjoy the feeling of my cock inside you." She nods absently, as her bra falls off and to the side. "It feels good. It feels right. My cock inside you feels amazing." She continues to nod. "In fact, you're going to come very, very soon, from that feeling." She breathes, her eyelashes fluttering. "Come."

She spasms on your cock at the command, and you smile at her, letting your hands leave her hips as her cunt tries to milk you. Her juices spill out, and your hands reach up for her cheeks, admiring the flush of her skin, the way her eyes completely unfocus. "Sumiko, come here," you say, and your loyal servant soon appears by your side. "Hold Mitsuko's sides, and fuck her on my cock."

"Yes, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says, before kneeling behind her, grabbing her waist and starting to slowly fuck her on your cock.

"You're my princess, Mitsuko," you tell her, and she wears a sleepy smile. "I'm your prince. I'll protect you, and take care of you. You like that, don't you?" She nods, as Sumiko fucks her up and down your cock. "My cock is the only cock that can make you feel good." She just nods, eyes closing. "Focus on my cock. My cock is the most important cock to you. You won't think about anyone else's, will you?" She shakes her head slowly. "Tell me I'm the only man who can satisfy you."

"You're the only man who can satisfy me," she says, her voice a dull monotone, her eyes almost blank.

"That's right," you tell her, as she bounces on your dick. "I'm your prince, and you're my princess."

"You're my prince, and I'm your princess."

You smile at her. "Come," you order, and she does so on cue, her insides twisting around your cock, clenching and milking, juices gushing out onto your groin. "Play with your breasts," you order, and she briefly frowns, her brow furrowing. "Bring your hands up to your breasts," you command. She does so. "Grope them." Her fingers start to molest her tits an your command. "Come." She does again.

You fuck her slowly, giving her orders as you go. "Clench." "Play with your nipples." "Kiss me, with tongue." "Tell me I'm your prince." "Tell me my cock is the best." "Thank Sumiko for fucking you up and down my cock." You're rock hard, as you make her orgasm by command after command, making her grow more sensitive just with words, her highly suggestible state making her almost putty in your hands. It's not quite mind control, you can tell - when you push too hard, she starts to come out of it, and you have to take a different tack. It's more like she's sleepily obeying, those hazy eyes staring at you docilely, waiting for each and every order you can give her.

"I want you to say, 'Thank you, my prince,' when I come inside you," you tell her, and she sleepily nods. "Come." She spasms at that, hips jerking, Sumiko's powerful hands keeping that tight cunt riding up and down your cock. She milks you. "Come," you order, before she's even finished with the first, and her juices gush onto your thighs, onto your pants, as she humps up and down your cock.

It doesn't take more than a few more orgasms for you to finally feel that you've taken all you can, and ejaculate inside her, splashing cum up in her. You've gotten her prepared enough that she doesn't even react, her eyes still dim, until she speaks. "Thank you, my prince."

You smile, kissing her, your tongue sliding into her mouth as you come inside this pretty pink-haired girl. When you finish, you remove your lips from hers, staring into those large blank eyes, Sumiko still keeping her slowly bouncing on your cock. "You're welcome." She smiles gently at that.

You gently raise Mitsuko from your lap, a little of your cum dripping out, and put her down in your seat as you stand up. "Clean up that cum," you tell Sumiko, who obediently leans down and licks it up off the floor - you'd actually meant with a napkin or something, but that's pretty damn sexy anyway. Terumi is currently kneeling between Yuriko's thighs, busily eating your future wife out as Yuriko's eyes roll up in pleasure, her whole body shaking with ecstasy.

"Now, present," you order Sumiko, who rises, positioning herself in the position she's been ordered to take, leaning forward, hands on her thighs, legs straight. You peel her panties off, flipping up her skirt, and find her very, very wet.

You slide your cock, still wet with Mitsuko's juices, into your sheathe's cunt. She shivers a bit at the entrance, and you lean over her, tickling her neck with your breath, her greater height meaning you can't quite reach her ears, much as you might want to nibble them. Her cunt's ludicrously tight, in this position, so it's slow going as youu press into her. "You feel incredible," you tell Sumiko, who just remains still and silent, a perfect, pristine statue. Your cock slides in and out of her cunt slowly but surely. "You're doing a great job as my cocksheath." Her cunt squeezes your dick at that, and you grope her tits, through her shirt and bra.

You glance over at Mitsuko, who just quietly stares, still in the afterglow of her repeated orgasms. Noriko hopes off of the countertop, stepping forward, squatting a bit to meet Sumiko's eyes. "Sumiko appears to be a very lackluster lover," she says. "She is not being an enthusiastic sexual partner, but instead passively accepting your cock without providing any work of her own. Nor can she excuse this lack of participation by being rendered inert by repeated orgasms." Sumiko flushes red, but doesn't move, her cunt squeezing you a bit with tension and anxiety.

"Sumiko," you grunt, as her cunt squeezes you tightly, "is tensing her muscles to provide me with pleasure. The effort she puts into not showing enthusiasm is erotic in its own way." Noriko tilts her head. "This is how she shows her enthusiasm, by controlling her body and remaining perfectly still no matter how pleasurable she may find being used like this to be." Sumiko orgasms at that point, panting heavily as her cunt squeezes and milks your cock, her eyes unfocusing.

"I see. So if I were to play with her, and she did not react, that would improve the experience for you, Nanashi?" Noriko asks, looking up at you. You grunt and nod, unable to fuck your sheath for a moment as her cunt is too tight. Noriko almost immediately forces open Sumiko's mouth, sliding her fingers into it, absently staring as you fuck your cocksheath in long, steady thrusts. "You enjoy being objectified?" You reach for Sumiko's hair, grasping it and dragging it up and down, making her cunt do amazing things as you force her to nod. Her cheeks glow red, and Noriko tilts her head. "You enjoy when Nanashi forces you to answer questions?" Again, you force her to nod, and her cunt squeezes you tightly. At this point, you can't even fuck her properly, your cock buried inside her as she keeps a firm grip on it with her internal muscles.

Your free hand runs along Sumiko's toned stomach, feeling up her abdomen, groping it. "No matter how many times I fuck my sheath, I'm never less than impressed with the workmanship." At that, she orgasms again, her cunt squeezing your cock tightly, making you pant.

"You are Nanashi's sheath?" Noriko asks, tilting her head to one side. You force Sumiko to nod as you continue to fuck her. Noriko leans up, looking at you, then over at Mitsuko, who's no longer quite so deeply in subspace by the look of her, but still pretty exhausted by her recent sex. "Is Mitsuko similar in this manner?"

You groan, starting to slowly stroke in and out of Sumiko as her orgasm leaves her. "Mitsuko is a very different girl," you tell Noriko, who simply nods. "She spaces out when she's ordered around, at least as long as I'm gentle but firm. Mitsuko, look at me." Mitsuko looks at you, eyes big as saucers. "Put on your glasses." You're fucking Sumiko as you say this, groping her nice firm butt cheeks as your sheath remains a still object for you to enjoy. Mitsuko puts on her glasses, which steam up a bit as she looks at the scene before her. "Pull up your skirt, and place two fingers on your sex." She does so, almost absently, starting to drool as you fuck your obedient, passive, pliant sheath. "Run them up and down."

You enjoy the feeling of incredible power you're feeling right now. You glance over at where Yuriko's enjoying Terumi, knowing you could break that up to make Yuriko suck you off and she'd thank you for it. The three most abjectly submissive girls in your harem are currently in the same room, and you can make them dance to your tune, which right now is fucking Sumiko's cunt and making Mitsuko jerk off while Terumi pleasures your future wife. Noriko looks up at you, fingers still inside Sumiko's mouth, fingering her palate and tongue.

"I notice you are looking at all the girls except for me," Noriko says, quietly.

You offer her a grunt and a smile. "Come here," you say, gesturing with your hand, leaning forward, and soon enough you're kissing over Sumiko's form, as you fuck her tight cunt, pounding her again and again. She orgasms beneath you, from the mix of Noriko's fingers in her mouth, the feeling of being used like an object, and of course your cock in her tight, muscular cunt. Noriko moans softly into your mouth for a breath as your tongue slithers out, then her own replies in kind, running along the inside of your palate, teasing the back of your front teeth.

At that point, you come, ejaculating inside Sumiko with a long groan, your breathless noises enticing Noriko further, making her tongue slither about in your own mouth even as your own twitches uncontrollably. When you finish, you break off your kiss, and Noriko removes her fingers from Sumiko's mouth, briefly staring at them, slick with Sumiko's saliva, before presenting them to you. "Would you like to taste Sumiko's spit?"

You take her fingers and suckle on them, cleaning Sumiko's saliva off them for several seconds. Noriko simply passively stares up at you, your cock still in Sumiko. You remove your manhood from Sumiko, and sit down on the countertop, grabbing Noriko and putting her in your lap. You pull down her panties and fill her up in one quick stroke, making her squeak. "Sumiko, come help Noriko bounce on my cock, like you did for Mitsuko."

"Yes, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says, kneeling before you and grasping Noriko's hips. Soon enough, you're having Noriko used like a nice little onahole on your dick, and you tilt her head so you can kiss her, tongues slithering together, your hands groping her. You make sure she comes quite a few times before ejaculating inside her and letting her off your cock.

At that point, you get dressed, admiring the lewd scene of the room. Mitsuko still absently strokes her cunt, while Sumiko remains on her knees, awaiting your next command. Noriko pants from her seat on the countertop. Yuriko's a blissed out puddle that's absently petting Terumi as your concubine noisily slurps at her wet sex.

"Sumiko, I want you and Chou to come with me on a date this afternoon."

"As you will it, Nanashi-sama," she says, rising to her feet, removing her phone.

You go over to Mitsuko as Sumiko starts to speak on her phone. "Stop moving your hand," you tell her, and Mitsuko stops. "Pull your hand away from your sex." You pat her cheek, jarring her a bit. "Was that good? Did you enjoy yourself?" Her eyes blink, and her brow furrows before she gains full consciousness.

"A-ah, yes," she mumbles and stammers, closing and opening her eyes. "That was good." Her cheeks are pink.

"Good. Get dressed, class will be starting again soon." She nods, collecting her clothes, blushing a bit as she starts to clothe herself once more.

"Terumi, Yuriko," you say, striding over to where your future wife is getting eaten out by your concubine. "Classes are going to restart soon. Wrap it up."

"One more," Yuriko mumbles and hisses out, and you put your fingers in her mouth, playing with her tongue and palate until she comes.

"There you go. Terumi, help your mistress get dressed."

You have Noriko clean Yuriko's spit off your fingers, a little reciprocation for her earlier work, and get her dressed, pulling back on her panties.

"I have made the arrangements, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says, hanging up the phone. "Chou will accompany you and I. She asked for us to pick her up at the college."

"Great," you tell Sumiko, giving her a kiss on the cheek, provoking a girlish blush. You turn to Mitsuko, who is now properly dressed, dabbing at the stains of cum on her thighs with a paper towel. "Mitsuko. I'd like to get to talk to you in a more normal context. We're going on a date tomorrow evening." Tell, don't ask.

She just nods, a light smile and blush on her features, before returning to cleaning hersef up of that last little bit of cum. She stands tall, and the group of you leaves Room 42 mostly at the same time.

Class itself is the same old, same old, and you carefully study your books. Yuriko has the hardest time paying attention, of all your girls, but she manages after a half hour or so to break out of the post-coital pleasure haze and focus. When class ends, you and Sumiko head out to your car, Shiiro picking you up. "Where are we headed for our date, Nanashi-sama? I told Chou that it would be a surprise."

"How would karaoke work for you?"

"That sounds pleasant, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko replies, with a smile. "Chou has a good singing voice."

"Great, I was worried it'd be awkward for her."

You chat a little with your loyalest servant, and then the car comes to a stop, Chou rolling up, Shiiro getting out to help her, as you do the same. "Still no ramp, huh?" She teases, as you heft her up and carry her bridal style inside.

"And miss the opportunity to carry such a beautiful girl bridal style?" You tease back.

"You're making me blush," is Chou's cocky response. "I'll admit I don't mind too much getting carried around by a handsome devil like yourself," she says, poking your nose. "Put me down, though."

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You place her in her seat, and sit so that you're between the two girls. Chou rolls her shoulders a little, as Shiiro returns to the driver seat, the wheelchair safely stowed in the trunk.

"So, what's with the double date thing anyway? Or would it be a half again date? Seems a little weird, you know, asking your girlfriend's big sister out with her."

"We'll go with half again date," you tell her. "We scared off my sister with the last one, so I figured it was my turn to have a date with two lovely siblings."

Chou smirks. "Think you're hot stuff, huh?"

"You did just call me a handsome devil," you point out.

Chou gives an 'I give' wave of her hands. "Where we headed, then?"

"Karaoke place," you tell her, with a warm smile.

"Oh, cool. You can do the girl parts of Together In Love, I can do the boy parts."

You squint a bit. "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"Sure, if you're lame. Besides, me and Sumiko sing that song together and she's always made me do the boy parts, so I know them better." She stretches, which does interesting things to her bust, catching your eye. She winks as you do. "Like what you see? Don't worry," she says, in a faux-whisper, "Sumiko won't get jealous just because mine are bigger."

"I am glad that you have a beautiful body, Chou," Sumiko says, voice firm and clear.

"See? She's a sweetie. Still, why don't you give her a fair's fair leer of her own? I'm sure she'd enjoy it," Chou teases.

Obediently, you turn to Sumiko, giving a leer at her breasts, and Sumiko presents them proudly, puffing up her chest a bit to do so. You give her tit a casual grope, but she doesn't twitch or flinch in surprise, too disciplined to react that way.

"I'd normally say get a room, but instead I'll say, save it for the karaoke booth," Chou says, with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh, fine," you say, feigning being put upon. Chou chats and laughs a bit on the route there, Sumiko a little stuffy but always affectionate regarding her sister, then the three of you get out at the karaoke joint, Chou rolling in alongside you. You pay for the date - you're the one who asked, after all - and the three of you take up a room, getting several cans of soda as you settle in.

"So, who's going first?" Chou asks, taking a swig of her drink.

"I'll go first," you say, selecting a love song. You try to give your attention to Chou, but that means you fumble the lyrics a decent amount, and you hit the wrong pitch at several points. You manage a decent job on the chorus - "Love, love, love, love you" - but all in all it wasn't your finest hour.

Chou just smiles. "Great singing," she says, "but don't you think that you should give that sort of attention to Sumiko?"

You shrug. "I think we all had fun."

"I would like to make my attempt, Nanashi-sama," Sumiko says, and you hand over the microphone. She briefly fumbles with the controls before a song comes on - Only Yours. It's a love song, with that very kind of 'desire to be possessed' theme that sometimes appears in love songs here. "I want to dedicate myself to you, above all!" And things like that.

You sidle up next to Chou as Sumiko sings, your leg rubbing against hers, and she just gives you a quirk of the eyebrow as you do so. The group of you cycle through a few songs until you finally take a break, Chou downing a full can of soda before burping loudly.

You wrap one arm around Sumiko, kissing your servant on the cheek. "Love you, Sumiko."

She blushes and smiles. "I love you, as well, Nanashi-sama," is her reply.

"Spending time with you is amazing," you say, kissing her cheek again, then straight up making out with her. Chou pretends not to notice, glancing to one side as you suck face with Sumiko. After a good half minute of that, you pull back, and Sumiko pants.

"Not that spending time with you is bad," you say, turning to Chou, smiling.

"Yeah, I'll bet," she agrees, a slightly sour note. "All the guys agree."

"If they can't see what an amazingly vivacious, sexy woman you are, then they're blind," you tell her, sincerely. With one arm still around Sumiko, your hand reaches for Chou's, your fingers twining together with hers. She blushes a little, glancing at her little sister, then back at you.

"Pretty forward, huh? Hitting on your girlfriend's sister right in front of her?"

"Sumiko likes it," you tell Chou, leaning forward, your lips slightly parted. Chou stares for a moment, then leans forward, kissing you back, her lips tapping against yours.

There's a certain desperate need in the kiss, her lips pressing against yours hard even as she doesn't use tongue, as if she was terrified you were only playing around, or worried she'd never get kissed again, or something to push her to make this kiss the most intense she could possibly get. She pulls back, licking her lip, nervously glancing at the door. She burps. "Whew, was holding that in the whole time," she says, with an unsure smile. "Thanks for the kiss."

You pull her into another kiss, making her squeak with surprise, but she doesn't resist, letting your lips press against hers. You even tentatively reach out with your tongue, getting a faint taste of the soda aftertaste still her her mouth. Then you pull back, staring her in the eyes. Her cheeks have a slight pink to them.

"You shouldn't thank me," you tell her. "I'm the one that's grateful, to be with such a beautiful woman."

She laughs, raising her hand. "Alright, alright, you think I'm sexy as hell and you love sucking face with me, I get it." She actually seems a little awkward, as if it's been so long she's had positive attention from a man that she doesn't know quite what to do. "Let's get back to singing, I'm up," she says, grasping the microphone. She can't actually stand up, so she's still seated as she sings the next song.

The three of you enjoy yourselves, singing alternately, and in duets. You do a bit better than your initial gargling, though that may just be because you only have to sing half as much in the double songs. Chou's awkwardness dies down in the laughter and giggling, often at the expense of your singing abilities, and you keep on flirting, getting some flirtatious responses in kind.

Eventually, though, your time in the booth comes to an end. "Right, let's head home, Sumi-chan," Chou says, as she transfers back into her wheelchair.

"It was great to see you again, Chou."

"Fun for me too, even if your singing voice left a little to be desired," she says, still wearing a smile as she makes a tiny 'this big' with her finger and thumb. "Come on, gotta get this thing loaded up," she explains, and the three of you head out, going through the process of transferring Chou into the car. This time, when you carry her bridal style, there's no flirtatious jokes, just a blush and nervous energy as you set her down inside the car. "Fun date, Nanashi," she says, as the car starts to move.

"It's over? I hadn't thought so," you tell her, before planting a kiss on her lips. She sort of freezes up, not quite sure what to do, the gregarious confidence that characterizes her missing. When you pull back, you stare into her eyes, gently tucking a bit of her brown hair behind her ear. She blushes, glancing at you, and at Sumiko, and then back at you, biting her lower lip.

She gives a little laugh. "Ah, sorry, it's been so long since a guy kissed me like that," she says. "Especially on a half again date." Her legs wiggle a little, maybe involuntarily. "Not really sure what I'm supposed to do, here."

"You're supposed to do whatever you want. What would make you happiest, Chou?"

She fidgets, unsure. "I don't know. Maybe another kiss?" She leans forward, and you kiss her on the lips, your tongue entering her mouth. Her own tongue plays with yours, batting at it. You gently stroke her thigh, running your hand slowly up, until she pulls back. She looks you in the eye, licking her lips. "Hey. This was cool, but... maybe we could go on a one-on-one date before we get horizontal or anything? You seem cool, but, it's kind of weird."

"Sure," you tell her, with a nod. The car pulls in front of Sumiko and Chou's house, and you go through the awkward process of helping her into her wheelchair.

"See you," Chou says.

"Hey, what's your number? So we can set up that future date."

Chou blushes a little, pulling out her phone. "647-66837-425," she reads off, as you enter it in.

"Thanks," you say, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the lips, then standing up straight to repeat the process on Sumiko. She blushes, smiling.

"I shall see you tomorrow, Nanashi-sama," she says.

"Yeah, see you soon," Chou says, before wheeling back to the house. You get in the car, and Shiiro drives you home.

You find Fumiko on the couch, lounging as the television plays a romance TV show. You plop down next to her, and she makes a little space for you. She's got her hair braided, though she's only wearing a sports bra and some short-shorts, possibly having gotten done with exercise. "Hey, Nan-chan," she says, with a grunt, her focus mostly on the television. "Your date with Chou go well?"

"How'd you hear about that?"

"I was with Chou when Sumiko called. So?"

"We went to karaoke, turns out I can't sing," you say, and she snorts. "But it was fun. We had fun."

"That's good to hear."

"What about you? What's been happening in Fumiko's life?"

"Just exercise, practice, same old same old. Had a guy I was sparring with do his cut the wrong way, almost cut through my armor here," she says, pointing to her upper right arm. "Good thing they're multi-layered. He got reamed out for it, so, you know."

"Sparring with real swords?"

"Nah. They have these new ones with better weight, but if you jam the tip in the right way, it's practically a stiletto. Damn thing could've snapped, even."

"Well, if you want a sparring partner you know knows his stuff, I'm always there for you sis."

She wraps one arm around you, pulling you towards her, then ruffling your hair. "Yeah, yeah." She kisses the back of your head. You wrap your arm back around her, hooking around her waist.

"I mean it, you're fun to hang around, be grabbed by, be pulled into a cuddle with..."

She snorts. "Yeah, you're not half bad yourself," she replies. She absently toys with the remote with her free hand, her others on your shoulder. The show returns from its commercial break, and her focus turns back to the TV, and you just enjoy the feeling of her shoulder against your cheek, her hand on your shoulder. The show wraps up with the female protagonist spotting the lead male with another girl, before the cut to credits. "Ugh, come on, it's just gonna be his sister or cousin, who do they think they're kidding," Fumiko says with a groan.

"Eh, sometimes that's still a threat, right? A guy can do naughty stuff with his sister."

She laughs. "Not on network television, he can't," she says, giving a shake of her head. "Anyway. Point is, you can't pull that stuff, audiences are inured to it. If you want me to buy the other girl as a threat, at least make her obviously not related to him somehow. But no, they keep pulling the same cheap trick which hasn't worked in years to try to milk some drama out of it."

"Maybe if it ended with something more dramatic?" She turns your way, as if waiting for what could be more dramatic, and you kiss her on the lips. She turns bright red as your lips press against hers, and you pull back.

"H-ha," she stammers out, blushing. "Yeah. That could work." She shakes her head. "Or maybe, something more like this," she says, reaching for the crotch of your pants, rubbing your dick through it. "You could probably trick people into thinking they weren't brother-sister if the sister was jerking off her brother's... man, you're hard," she says, pulling her hand back, shifting a bit. "You getting horny to this?"

"Getting horny to a beautiful woman jerking me off? Maybe."

She shifts a little. She glances at your groin again. "Damn. You're pretty big. Not that I have a lot of references," she clarifies, hurriedly.

"You could also trick them with something like this." You kiss her again, your hand going to her toned stomach, then sliding down towards her groin. She freezes up, then falls away, blushing bright red and stumbling to her feet.

"Yeah. You could probably trick them like that," she says. She swallows. "Well, my show's done, I'll leave you with the TV," she says, waving and heading off at a fast walk, her cheeks still a scarlet hue.

"Running away?" You ask.

"No, just going to bed," she says, turning around but still fast-walking, even as she starts to do so backwards. She bumps into the door, rather than passing through it properly.

"Come on."

"Okay, look, this is, it's weird. I don't know if you were joking or what, but, it's weird. I feel weird. I'm going to bed."

"Alright, then," you tell her, letting her leave without another word. You head up to Momo's room - if one sister won't fuck you, you at least know one who will.

You open the door slowly, not wanting to wake her unnecessarily if she's asleep. She's on the bed, looking at her teddy bear very pensively, then leaning forward towards the mouth, tongue stretching out, as if she was trying to practice kissing on it. You rap on the half-open door, and she squeaks in surprise, blushing and tossing the bear over the side. She's wearing her cute black pajamas, worn loosely without all the buttons done, so you can see her collarbone and navel. "H-hi, Nana-kun," she stammers, glancing at the door.

You close the door behind you. "How have you been doing, Momo?" You ask, with a gentle smile.

"Um. Good. How have you been doing?"

"Good," you tell her. "Lots of fun at school, at that sleepover... just a great time. How are things at school for you?"

She shrugs. "I told a boy I had a boyfriend to get him to leave me alone, I guess. Is that okay?"

"As long as you don't say who that boyfriend is," you tell her. "Speaking of, if you want to practice kissing, I'm here."

She blushes bright red. "Y-you didn't see!" She exclaims.

"I did," you tell her, leaning forward, kissing her on the lips, your tongue sliding into her cute little mouth. She hums softly, her own tongue meekly batting at it, your glasses pressing against her forehead as you kiss her. Then you pull back, smiling at her. "Don't worry. I think you're cute."

You kiss her again before she can respond, over and over again, before your lips start to descend down towards her neck, and you grasp her by the hips, hefting her up, repositioning her until she's straddling you, all the while continuing to kiss her. Your lips suckle and peck at various point, and she blushes and squeaks atop you.

Finally you reach for her cute little bottom, pulling it and her panties off, leaving her wearing just her pajama top. You unzip your pants and pull out your cock. "Come on, bounce on your brother-boyfriend's big hard cock, it's waiting for you," you tease.

Momo blushes, angling her body just so, her juices dripping down on it. "Like this?" She says, starting to slowly descend.

"That's right," you tell her, gently running your hands along her waist, up to her little tits, which are free of any confinement, and you grope and play with them gently as she starts to bounce slowly, her cheeks red. "You're doing amazing, Momo," you tell her, with a smile. "I love you." She blushes brighter at that, a nervous, cute little smile on her cheeks as she starts to hump you, slowly bouncing on her big brother's dick. "Keep going," you say, as your hands explore her body.

She gets a little faster, her hands reaching down for your chest, unbuttoning your shirt, until your chest is bare to the open air. She licks her lips a little, her movements in your groin absent, then she seems to remember herself and start bouncing, bobbing on your dick with more force, her dark hair framing her features beautifully. She glances up at you, still red, but now her hands are groping your chest as she bounces herself on your dick. "D-d-does," she stammers, a mix of the force of her bounces and her embarrassment combining, "t-this f-feel good?"

"It feels great," you say, giving her tits a little squeeze before your hands slide down to her buttocks, groping her ass cheeks. She starts to bounce more forcefully, bobbing on your dick, breathing heavily, eyes closing and unfocusing. Her tight little cunt squeezes you a bit, as she starts to near an orgasm. "Come on, go ahead and come, Momo. You deserve it." At that, she squeaks, her eyes closing as she orgasms atop you, her cunt squeezing around your dick, her whole body coming to a stop, your cock filling her up as she breathes heavily, spasming in orgasm.

When she comes down, panting, you give her ass a little squeeze to remind her what she should be doing, and she starts to bounce again. "T-this is really good," she pants out, as she starts to bounce on your cock. "I-I really like this... I like being your girlfriend, Nana-kun," she says, her voice soft, uncertain. "It feels too good to be true, to have my big brother fuck me, and promise he'll take care of me, and one day knock me up." She blushes at that last one, as she realizes what she just said, and you give her a little thrust.

"I want to one day knock you up," you tell her, and she nods, bouncing a little more, eyes staring down at yours. She swallows, breathless. "I want to see that cute tummy swell with a baby, our baby," you say, taking her hands in yours, lacing your fingers together with hers. You squeeze her hands a bit. "Come on, Momo. Come for your big brother-boyfriend," you tell her, and she does, panting, a little drool escaping her lips. You pump into her as she fucks you, using your hands to bring her slowly down so her body rests atop yours, her face on your shoulder as she comes.

When she recovers, you direct her face up to yours, kissing her on the lips, your tongue sliding into her mouth and playing with her own. You slurp and suck face, your hands groping her taut little ass as she bounces on your dick, as she learns to make you feel good like this. Her petite breasts occasionally brush against your chest, through the fabric of her shirt, and you can tell her nipples are hard. She comes like that, once, and then again, drooling into your mouth as she orgasms, her tight little body spasming on your cock. Your cute little sister-girlfriend, happily bobbing on her big brother's dick. You can't help but feel your dick throb at that.

You break off your kiss, looking into her eyes. "Talk dirty, Momo. I want to hear you talk sexy."

"L-like?" She stammers, unsure, blushing, her cunt clenching you in nervousness.

"Whatever you feel like. Call me sexy, tell me how you feel, tell me what you want me to do... whatever lewd thoughts pop into your head."

"I-I like my big brother's cock," she stammers out, blushing, and you kiss her tenderly, a little reward. She gets a bit more confident, at that. "D-do you like your little sister's pussy?" You nod, smiling at her. She smiles back, rising up. "Y-you like my cute little p-pussy. You like your sister's pussy." You pump into her, and she orgasms at the surprise sensation, all her pride evaporating in a moment as her eyes roll up into her head and she comes.

"I do like it," you tell her, grasping her hips and starting to pump her on your cock while she rolls through her orgasm. "I like my cute little sister's cute little pussy," you tell her, breathlessly fucking her, and she squeals, head rolling around on her shoulders as she comes again. You grind into her, pumping her hard, and she just squeaks and takes it, obviously relishing it, her hands grasping at your chest, feeling out your muscles as she tries to regain some control over her own body. Not to take it from you, just to concentrate on more than the raw pleasure. You kiss her lips, and she moans, orgasming yet again.

You can't take it by that point, and you let go, splashing cum up inside her tight sex, and she gurgles in a sympathetic orgasm, her mouth slurping noisily on yours as you let out a thick load inside her, filling her up. When you finish, she's a mess, and you just cuddle up with her, letting her rest her head on your chest, your cock still inside her, as the two of you fall asleep.

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