Chapter 53: -21- A House in Order

~~**  Tachibana Mayuri’s Point of View **~~

I decided to take a hard pass on drinking today.

Quite a bit had happened yesterday, and I wasn’t sure what I should tell Shota-kun.  I didn’t want him to get angry with Kanna-chan for letting me go by myself, even though Nene-san had come to my rescue by pure chance.

But I should say something to him about meeting his best friend at least.

Maybe, since I learned so much about Shota-kun’s past recently, I should open up to him about mine?  I don’t know if he would really want to know though.  I wasn’t the most behaved girl back then, and my family life was a bit… much.

I really wanted to be with Shota-kun.  I mean, I wanted to run away a bit longer, sure, but with what happened at Kanna-chan’s house… I felt like I should let things settle down over there first before I went back.  I imagine there was more to what Kanna-chan did than what she let on.  I would be a bad friend if I didn’t know most of her behaviors after so many years, though it came as a huge surprise that she held a curiosity about something like that and never once mentioned it to me.

We’ve always been good friends, but did she really see me in that kind of way?

If it were Shota-kun, he’d report this to me immediately, but would he like hearing that something like that went on with me at my friend’s house?  I don’t want him to also think that there was any chance I was going to play any role other than catcher for what he was slugging with.

I wonder who his favorite baseball team is?

I wasn’t big on baseball all that much, but if you’re from Hokkaido up north, it’s gotta be the Ham Fighters, right?  Seeing as where we live now, that would probably make Shota a Giants fan.

I was dressed in the black chemise he liked so much, but it was a bit cool inside, so I covered up with a bathrobe just to get the chill out of my bones.  I had plenty of snacks for my beer, but since I wasn’t going to drink, and they weren’t particularly tasty with coffee, I ended up drinking one of his colas with them instead.

The pork soup was put away into the fridge, it should still be good for dinner tonight if I reheat it.  I felt a bit lazy actually, and really just wanted to run away from all my responsibilities.

It’s not that I felt cooped up or underappreciated, but I did think long and hard about what Shota-kun said about maybe looking into doing something with my life, doing something I enjoyed, and maybe I should start looking into some kind of classes that revolve around household care and cooking?

Daigo never once seemed to care if I did anything but stay at home and waste away, while Shota-kun has from the very beginning cared about me having freedom in my future.  Was he expecting me to eventually want to leave him?  My track record with him speaks for itself, but I absolutely don’t want to leave him at all.  Shota-kun is my second serious relationship, at least serious in that I was invested emotionally into it, and I’m actually happy being his wife.

I know I’m a coward.  But that’s part of my baggage.  I’m afraid of being alone, and unloved.  No matter how bad I get, Shota-kun continually accepts my faults and that also gives me anxiety too, but only because he’s eighteen.

I mean...

He’s only eighteen, and he can handle this crazy woman!  He can even handle my delinquent daughter!  I’d be mad to do anything to disrupt that, but will there be a limit one day?  Will he get fed up with me and look away at some point?

Our relationship is still somewhat new, but between the two of us, I have a lifetime of experience over him.  I should be the one taking charge in so many things to alleviate his burdens, but the only place I can do that, seems to be the bedroom, and for how long that will remain the case, I have no idea.

I’m a used up housewife who a therapist would have a field day with, and I know it.  But I want to hold on to hope and believe in him.  Because I do know how lucky I am.  This is a lifetime of good karma being repaid, and I would be a fool to not see it as such.

But, deep down, I am a fool.  A fool who makes terrible choices.

As I wallowed in self pity eating snacks and yelling at the television, I heard the key enter into the door and I sprung up from the couch, and ran to the door.  As it opened, Shota-kun came in, and I slammed the door behind him, dropped the robe I was wearing to the floor and gave him a big kiss.

“Shota-kun, I love you!”

“I love you too, Mayuri-san!”

I knelt down in front of him and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor and decided to give him a surprise welcome-back-home blowjob.  Before I got started I asked him a question that was sitting in the back of my mind.

“Shota-kun, who’s your favorite baseball team?”

“Baseball?  I’m not really a big fan of baseball, and neither was dad, but I do remember watching some games as a kid with Mom and Nene-san.  I’m pretty sure if I had to pick a team, it would be the same one they liked.  The Hanshin Tigers.”

Hmm, Maybe for a fun date, we could try going to a baseball game?

But right now, I had a sturdy bat and a couple of balls that needed an equipment check.  Shota wouldn’t be stealing any bases or even find himself able to walk to a base after I was done with him.

He hung on surprisingly well, but there’s no way I can’t satisfy my husband if I’m in the mood to.  And I most definitely was.  With Shota wiped out after my expert fellatio, I dragged him to the couch where I was going to reaffirm any questions Kanna’s kiss may have cast doubts on about which team I was playing for.

Sorry Shota-kun, but I also was a little affected by what Kanna-chan did after all.  I leaned into his ear as my little black lingerie brought him back to life quickly, and inserted him inside of me once more while whispering what I felt he needed to know.  

“Shota, I just wanted to let you know.  You’re the best fit of my life!”

And then I let my libido run wild.  

I devoured my poor husband who was probably tired from a long school day, and let him treat himself as well.  He wasted no time in expelling my breasts from his favorite sexy-time outfit.  One mouth and hand occupied my chest and the other slid up and down and in between my legs as I gave him my everything.

We let time escape from us again, drowning in each other’s passion.  I feared the time when the ceaseless lovemaking between us would end, but until then, I wanted as much of it as possible, as a memory, for him.

Even when the door opened and Chigusa entered, we didn’t think about stopping.

“You two at it again, huh?”

Chigusa walked right past us, but my husband did something even I hadn’t expected him to do right at that moment.  He reached over and pulled her close to him by her shirt, then he kissed her.  Deeply! Passionately!  While he kissed my daughter I felt him swell up inside of me, much more grandly than he had been up until now, and he exploded.

I felt him gush into me and I loved it.

He released Chigusa afterwards and reached for my head, pulling me to his lips and into a deeper kiss than we had been having all this time.  His mouth, tainted with my daughter a mere moment ago, and his tool continually throbbing inside of me as I felt the inner walls of my vagina be forcefully pushed aside at each swelling.

Then as all men must do at the end, he died.

I climbed off of him, a heavy pool of white subjected to the law of gravity denied much of its ultimate task dripping out.  I stared at his thing, and licked my lips.  But I was pushed out of the way.  Chigusa had shoved me and stood between his legs in my place!

Shota looked at her, then over to me, and back to her.

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Chigusa fell to her knees, and I watched as the rule was broken.

But I wasn’t angry at all.

I was hungry.

For soup!

Salty pork soup.

I watched on as my daughter sucked and slurped on the thick meat I had just risen off of, which was only just between my legs a few breaths ago, and cleaned it up clumsily.  Shota didn’t even try to stop her.  I wasn’t sure what to think, only that she needed more experience, this was a good chance to gain it, and that I was indeed hungry for soup.

And a beer.

I wanted a beer after all.

So, I left those two to it, and went to put the soup on the stove.  It would be ready in ten minutes.  I opened up the patio door, grabbed a single beer and had a smoke, popping back a little white pill I had thought ahead to buy a while back before taking my first sip.

Sometimes, you just have to be prepared to be spontaneous.  Men crave spontaneity like that in a relationship.

Shota-kun remained defeated on the couch, which would need to be cleaned later.  Chigusa came to join me, taking a sip of my beer and leaning her head against me. I reached up to ruffle her hair and was happy my daughter was here as well.  This was my new home.  It was dysfunctional, but it was the kind of dysfunctional that gave me a sense of peace.

We were now partners in crime with our love for Shota-kun, and after our own short rest, dinner was served.  Shota said nothing, because he didn’t need to.  Instead I asked him how his day was, and he looked at me in disbelief.

“Care to tell me what happened yesterday that involved meeting Nene-san and her daughter?”  He asked me.

I put on my most charming smile, as Shota ate a spoonful of soup.

“How would you feel if I told you that I kissed a girl yesterday?” I deflected with a much better question.

I watched as the soup spilled out of his mouth, and couldn’t help but let out my usual teasing laugh at him.

“MOM!”  Chigusa complained loudly, but I was already in such high spirits, I couldn’t be affected.

Shota-kun was also smiling at my teasing.

“Funny, I also did the same thing!” he said with a wide toothy smile.

We both began to laugh and Chigusa was left looking absolutely confused.  After a delicious dinner and no further alcohol intake, Shota-kun invited us both to the couch.  We both sat beside him, our three bodies pressed together and Shota-kun’s hands finding their way between our legs at the same time.

I’m sure we watched something, but what it was I can’t remember.  I didn’t care!  We sat there together as a family, and Shota-kun took turns kissing each of us, fondling us, then he leaned back so both my daughter and I could rest our heads on his shoulders.

After a while, he took my hand and along with his, placed it on my daughter’s stomach.  There wasn’t any movement to be felt, except the circulating warmth inside my heart.  But this was exactly what I wanted to happen.  I wanted to be loved, like I was being loved in this tender moment, and I wanted my daughter to not feel excluded.

“So, my friend Raita wants to go on a double date with Kumi-chan, and I was wondering who to take?”

“Ara, a double date?” I asked.

“That’s the case.”

“I remember doing that with Kanna-chan.  There weren’t many fun places to go in Sapporo though.  Usually we ended up at an arcade or something.”

“Funny you say that.  We’re meeting at the arcade where I first met you, tomorrow at 4:30PM.”

“An arcade?”

“Yeah.  Say, Mayuri-san, you were pretty good at that fighting game that night.”

“Oh, that’s just because I used to play a lot when I was younger.  I had a reputation as Taito Station’s 100-yen Queen of Fighting.”

“Eh?  That title sounds amazing!”

“How about we make that double date more interesting, Shota-kun?” I offered a suggestion to him.

“More interesting?  I’m listening…”

“Let’s all go on that double date!  It’ll be more fun that way, and Chigusa can also show off!”

“Chigusa?” Shota asked, perhaps not knowing.

“Kukukuku~  I’m also amazing, Shota.  I’m Gemini Arcade’s own Top Racer, the Invincible Drift Goddess.”

“Sugeeeee!” He blurted out, eyes twinkling like stars. 

We finalized our plans, and then decided to turn in.  Before going upstairs, I stopped before the family altar and said a silent prayer to his parents.  Please, Himari-san, Arata-san… somehow, let these days I live together with Shota-kun and my Chigusa continue like this forever, and look over us with your blessing.

Our bedroom that night was full once more, only because it wanted to be.

Shota-kun laid on his side tonight, his face comfortably buried in my chest.  Chigusa also was happy, clinging to him from behind.  It reminded me of what Nene-san described his fake marriage with her being like, and my last thoughts before falling asleep were what she said to me about what would happen if I ever hurt him…  

As long as it was in my power, I would never let it happen.

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