Chapter 95: -30- Nothing to Forgive

~~* Watanabe Chigusa’s Point of View *~~

When Shota arrived home together with my Mother and Nene, I already knew what had happened. I wasn’t mad. I had expected it to happen. Rather, it had to happen, I think, in order for things to move forward. Mom and Nene looked exhausted, and quickly retreated upstairs together after only giving the briefest of greetings. Shota, however, almost afraid to look me in the eye, had taken a seat on the couch.

I was quick to join him.

I expected him to act distant and clam up a bit towards me, but that wasn’t at all what happened. Instead, he reached for me and coerced me onto his lap, which I must admit, I wanted to do anyway. His face pressed itself forward into my cleavage, one hand wrapped around my back, and the other on the side of my soon to be much larger belly.

I put my own arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head lovingly. Even if Shota was philandering around with my mother and his aunt up until as much as an hour ago, it doesn’t change my feelings for him. I love him. I wanted him to know that as well, which is why I didn’t want to leave him alone right now.

I wasn’t the least bit concerned about him doing what I had given him permission to do. If anything, I should have considered how much easier it would have been if he had done this earlier with those two. Then Shota probably wouldn’t have been able to hold back with Kurocchin and I.

“Chigusa… I’m sorry. To you… to our baby… I’m sorry.”

“Did I ask you to apologize?”

“No. But, still…”

“Don’t be a coward right now. Both Akimi and I don’t want that kind of papa. What we want is a papa who is happy.”

Shota put careful strength into his arm and hugged me as tightly as he felt safe to do. I know he’s all messed up right now. Hell, I remember how messed up I was when I first heard the noises mom made with him when I discovered they were married. How I felt when I walked in to find him doing a mating press into her on this very couch a few months ago.

I understood very well the feeling of being defeated in some way. For me it was emotional, for Shota, it was moral. So, as absolutely backwards as it can be, I’m providing aftercare to him for his infidelity. Because I will need him to do it again in the future. I don’t know when, exactly, but in the future. The near future.

“Got anything left in the tank?”

“What?”

“For me. We’ll be taking a late flight to go visit my grandparents, and there might not be a whole lot of time for us over the next few days, so is there anything left for me?”

“You want to do it… now?”

“Yes. Right now, here on this couch where we both lost it to each other the first time.”

I reached down and gave a motivating hand to help rouse his overworked cock back to life. I slid it out of his pants and slid my own panties aside, taking him inside of me, the feeling of being pleasantly stretched to accommodate his entry leaving me feeling happy.

“I love you, Shota.”

“I… love you too, Chigusa.”

I moved minimally for now, just to keep him inside of me. To feel fully connected with me.

“Now that you have all three of us fresh in your mind. Which one of us feels the best to you?”

“Is this a trap?” he asked, his head still buried between my tits.

“Yup. There’s only one right answer.”

“Hmm… then how about Izumi?”

I bonked the top of his head.

“You want to die? Saori and Izumi are NG.”

“I know. I feel like making a comparison is the worst thing I can do right now. All that happened with Nene-san was that we closed the chapters of our past. What you’re really asking me is if my feelings have changed at all between your mother and you, isn’t it?”

“And if that’s exactly what I’m asking you, do you have an answer?”

“There are adults who like the bitter taste of a cold beer, and there are adults who like the delicate flavor of a fine wine. But you know, Chigusa, that I’m the type who enjoys a cherry cola.”

“Then aren’t I lucky that wherever we are, we have each other’s cherries?”

“I can’t choose favorites between you two. But I will be as good a man as I can be to you, and to Mayuri-san, and to our Akimi.”

We made a slow and gentle love to each other on the couch. Shota seemed a bit different than his usual self at the moment. I could only hope this would be for the better. Normally he’d say my mother came first, so I consider the turnout of last night’s infidelity to be worth it. I just have to keep showing how kind and considerate I am, and he’ll eventually come around to me. Eventually Shota was able to fill me up with his love, and then passed out immediately after.

I remained on his lap, letting him gently lean back and myself leaning forward into him as he spilled out of me and into my panties. I was fairly certain whatever happened last night broke a part of him, and I would pay close attention to find out what exactly it was. Shota will be mine, ultimately. He was always meant to be, and it was just a bit of childish stubbornness on my part that caused all this to happen in the first place.

That’s why I’ve been working hard and never once gave up.

Maybe I’m not the best at sex, or at cooking, or at any of the things he would probably like me to be. But what I am the best at is loving him. Shota is my one and only, and nothing can trump that. Maybe he feels he has to divide his love, but mom also has her own troubles with being able to love someone, especially after my stupid father.

But me? I already know how scummy a guy can get. Shota isn’t that kind of man at all, and that’s why I will continue to love him. I will help him erase all of his mistakes, until all that is left in his heart is me and our daughter.

The door to the house opened and Kumi had entered. Seeing me straddling Shota, she politely averted her gaze, but I let her know it was fine. We were done having sex and Shota was out cold.

“Must be nice, getting some, Chigusa.”

“Did you not do it with Raita?”

She shook her head.

“Don’t get me wrong, we fooled around a little… but we didn’t go all the way. I… was too nervous.”

“I know what you mean. I was pretty damn scared my first time with Shota.”

“Um… How… is it… with Shota-nii?”

“It’s amazing, Kumi.”

“You’re so lucky. You get to have Shota-nii, and you’re even carrying his child.”

“I know. I feel incredibly lucky as well.” I waved her over to me, and slid back, showing off his flaccid member. “It’s asleep now, but when it gets going, it’s this big.”

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I gave her an accurate estimate with my thumb and index finger.

“At first, I couldn’t handle it at all.”

“...Raita…”

“Hm?”

“...Raita’s about that big… um… normally.”

“As big as Shota?”

“No, I mean how Shota-nii’s is right now.”

“Pffft.” I couldn’t control that small outburst. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Raita’s a good guy!” She said, defending his honor as best she could. It didn’t change the fact that her eyes never moved from Shota’s lap, though.

I wasn’t going to antagonize her. The last thing I need is Nene’s bro-con daughter thinking he’s fair game, too.

“Chigusa… could I um… while he’s sleeping…”

“You wanna touch it?”

She nodded.

“Is that all you are going to do?” I asked her.

“I promise! The last time I saw it was when we used to bathe together.”

I climbed off of Shota and sat next to him on the couch.

Kumi-chan who remained where she was, on the side of the arm of the couch reached down with her index finger and poked it. Then her finger slid along its flaccid length and she pulled her hand back, staring at her fingertip.

“It’s slimy.”

“Well, we just had sex, so…”

Her eyes and my eyes locked, and then she continued to stare at her fingertip. Then back to me. And I knew exactly what that little tramp was thinking.

“Then, this is Shota-nii’s…?”

The answer was quite obvious.

“I-... I’m going to go upstairs and wash my hands!”

She quickly dashed away, up the staircase and into a room. Whether or not it was the bathroom to do what she said… I wasn’t going to mind that little detail for now. What Kumi gets up to when that annoying idiot Raita isn’t around is none of my business at all.

Taking the time to put his thing away, I gently rolled him from the couch and onto my lap. Right now it was bonding time for our family. Akimi had to know her daddy was home, and Shota’s place was right where I put him. I will continue to make sure he always remains in the right place, and eventually, as a guy, he might just figure it out on his own after enough times having to correct him.

Or at least, a girl can hope.

I wound up falling asleep with him in my lap. When I woke up, it was due to my mother shaking my shoulder gently.

“Chigusa, are you all packed up?”

“Huh…? Yeah. My carry-all has everything packed that I’ll need. Even extra coats and thick pants.”

“Good. It’s going to be very cold up there this time of year. Why don’t you go ahead and wake him up? We’ve got about two and a half hours to get to the airport. I’m making something quick that we three can eat.”

“Three? Are Kumi and Nene not joining us?”

“They went out to do some mother-daughter bonding.”

“Bonding, huh? And how did the bonding go with you three last night?”

“He took us to a fancy restaurant, we ate some delicious food, went for a dance, and then enjoyed the most amazing bath together.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“We had a good time, dear.”

“Not even a shred of guilt, huh?”

“Why should I feel guilty? We had a good time. Just like you had with him on Christmas Eve.”

“Riiight. So, how is this going to work out when we get to Sapporo?”

Mom was quiet for a moment.

“Who knows? Your nana is going to probably figure it all out anyway. Are you prepared to be the family embarrassment together with me?”

“Yeah. He’s our Shota, isn’t he?”

With that being the definitive answer to our current situation, mom made us something quick to eat, and then Shota and I got dressed appropriately for the winter experience that was Hokkaido in December. Neither Nene or Kumi had returned before we left for Narita Airport, and from what mom said, they would be house-sitting for us while we were away.

Making it through the crowded airport, we boarded our flight from Tokyo to Sapporo which took about an hour and a half. When we arrived at my grandparent’s place, it was about ten-thirty at night.

What absolutely none of us could figure out once we arrived…

Was what on Earth my father, Watanabe Daigo, was doing there.

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