Chapter 413

I arrived at Miyuki's house right on time, just as Midori and the others were getting out of their car.

Wataru was busy opening the trunk and hauling out luggage, but...

Today, Midori still had that alluring charm hidden beneath her usual elegance.

I genuinely wanted to ask if she and Wataru were in a sexless marriage.

Kanna looked as much like Miyuki as ever, but both sisters had puffy faces today.

Did they eat something spicy in the countryside?

Or had they just put on a little weight from gorging on all the food their grandmother had made for them?

It didn't matter either way. They were both cute.

"Hello."

Wataru and Midori offered bright smiles as I bowed in greeting.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Long time no see."

Hmm. Wataru's grating voice cutting through Midori's lovely tone wasn't exactly pleasant.

But I had to bear with it. Wataru was a good guy, after all.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"What do you have to be sorry for? Are you hanging out with Miyuki today?"

"That's the plan."

"Have some cold fruit inside before you head out. We brought a watermelon back from the countryside, and it's incredibly sweet."

"Really? I'd love some, thank you. Let me carry the watermelon."

I quickly stepped in to take the watermelon string from Wataru, playing the helpful guest. He just offered a quiet grin in return.

I'm not doing this because I like my future father-in-law. I'm just trying to raise Midori's affection level.

Swallowing those words, I followed Wataru and Midori inside the house alongside a sleepy-eyed Miyuki, who was busy rubbing her face.

I carefully set the watermelon on the dining table so it wouldn't roll, then headed to the living room just in time to see Kanna diving face-first onto the sofa.

Why was the sight of her thighs and ass jiggling as she flopped down so incredibly arousing?

Her shorts weren't quite as short as Hiyori's, but they were still brief enough to turn me on.

I wanted to pin Kanna down while her back was turned and just take her right then and there.

I forced down the sudden, overwhelming urge and stared at Kanna's waist—which was every bit as slender as Miyuki's—while making a quiet vow.

Once all this was over, I was absolutely going to make Kanna mine too.

A sister sandwich... I was going to make that dream a reality.

And it would be even better if I could get Midori into bed too, wouldn't it? A man could certainly try.

A foursome with a mother and her two daughters... just imagining it made all the blood rush straight to my cock.

"Hi, Kanna."

I hadn't gotten the chance to greet her outside, so I spoke up now. Kanna turned her head to look at me.

She cleared her throat a couple of times and perfectly mimicked Miyuki's voice.

"Hey there. What are you doing out here?"

It was her cheeky way of asking why I wasn't heading up to Miyuki's room.

Honestly, her impression never failed to amaze me.

She nailed Miyuki's specific intonation so flawlessly that if I closed my eyes, I'd have a hard time telling them apart.

"I came to say hi to you. You haven't changed a bit."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I meant it in a good way."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Yep."

"Good to know."

Come to think of it, Kanna and Hiyori were quite alike.

They had similar personalities, though there were a few differences.

Kanna was a little more subdued in her cheerfulness than Hiyori was.

I actually figured the two of them would get along perfectly...

Imagining the two of them ganging up to tease Miyuki brought a smirk to my face.

"Let's head up, Matsuda-kun."

Miyuki beckoned me from the foot of the stairs.

I told Kanna I'd keep in touch and followed Miyuki up the stairs, only to tilt my head at her sudden question.

"Why do you look so determined?"

"Determined?"

"You look like you've just made up your mind about some grand plan."

I must have been letting my greed for the sisters show on my face.

My mistake. I wondered if Kanna had noticed that look in my eyes, too.

"It's nothing like that."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Did you have fun in the countryside?"

"Yeah. I ate until I felt like my stomach would burst."

"Is that why your face is a little puffy?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"A little."

We kept chatting as we washed our hands together in the bathroom. The moment we stepped into Miyuki's room, her signature sweet plum scent tickled my nose.

It was a small, perfectly tidy space that practically screamed Miyuki's name.

Even though it had been a while since my last visit, I still felt a deep fondness for this room.

If it just had an air conditioner, I could honestly live here.

"Should I turn on the fan?"

"It's fine. We're heading out as soon as we eat the watermelon anyway. Plus, it isn't even that hot."

After I spoke, I sat on the edge of the bed and patted my lap. Miyuki immediately shook her head.

I patted my thighs again, urging her to sit. Putting on a coy expression, she turned to head for her desk chair instead.

I snorted, quickly shot out a hand to grab her wrist, and half-dragged her down onto my lap.

I buried my face in her back and took a deep breath.

"Hey, why are you sniffing me?! I was sweating before I got in the car...!"

"You smell perfectly fine to me."

"Ugh... You're such a pervert."

"Just figuring that out now?"

"Not really. Anyway, isn't the National Athletic Meet coming up soon?"

"Yeah."

"You're in the Kendo Club, so you'll be going to cheer them on, right?"

"I plan to."

"I heard Tetsuya is going too... You guys could go together."

Miyuki still hadn't given up on that little fantasy of hers.

There was absolutely zero chance of Tetsuya and me ever getting along. If anything, she should be praying an accident didn't happen that day.

"Why would we go together? I don't let guys ride shotgun."

"Couldn't you just put him in the backseat?"

"Then it'd look like I'm chauffeuring Miura around. Besides, I want a quiet drive."

"Well, if you say so."

She backed down rather easily.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and fell back onto the bed. Slipping a hand under her T-shirt, I slowly slid it upward.

"Wh-What are you doing...!"

It was something we did all the time, but she still jumped. She was probably terrified Midori would walk in with the watermelon halfway through.

I ignored Miyuki's panicked protests, slipping my fingers under the hem of her bra to grope her soft, modest breasts.

"Matsuda-kun...! Please...!"

"Stay still."

"You're the one who needs to stay... Ah...!?"

The moment I flicked her nipples, Miyuki let out a sharp gasp, her body beginning to squirm against me.

Trapped beneath her, I felt every twitch of her body while I massaged her perky breasts. Once a soft, breathy whine slipped from her lips, I shifted my other hand downward.

Sliding past the hem of her bunched-up T-shirt, my fingers crept beneath the waistband of her shorts. I brushed over the smooth fabric of her panties covering her mound before digging deeper.

The instant my fingers slipped past her underwear to stroke her bare, silky skin, an overwhelming surge of pleasure must have hit her.

Every muscle in Miyuki's body instantly locked up, then melted against me.

"W-Wait... At least... just until she brings the watermelon..."

"I'll listen closely. The second I hear footsteps, I'll stop."

"How... how is that supposed to work...? Ah...!"

Before Miyuki could scold me, a lewd moan escaped her lips.

My fingers had slid directly into her wet folds.

She was already burning hot. I stroked her up and down, and as Miyuki threw her head back onto my shoulder in a daze of arousal, I pressed my lips to her cheek.

Her entire body immediately went taut, shuddering violently.

I could feel a warm slickness soaking my fingers between her soft folds, and her legs slowly parted, wrapping around my outer thigh.

Miyuki was reaching orgasm unbelievably fast today.

We'd been having sex pretty frequently lately... Had she been having dirty conversations with her relatives at night in the countryside and gotten worked up over it? Did that excitement carry over to today?

There was no other explanation for why she had climaxed this quickly.

Or maybe the sheer thrill of doing this with her parents and older sister just outside the door pushed her right over the edge.

Given how much naughtier Miyuki had gotten lately, it was entirely possible.

"Haa... Hah..."

Miyuki panted softly, gazing down at me with heavy, half-lidded eyes.

Her delicate nose was flushed deep red from the heat. I planted a soft kiss on the bridge of it and asked, "What's gotten into you today?"

"Wh-What..."

"That was pretty fast."

"Sh... shut up... You idiot..."

It was hilarious to see her throwing a weak tantrum, clearly agreeing with my assessment.

I let out a low chuckle. Just as I promised, the second I caught the faint sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway, I yanked my hands out of her shirt and shorts.

The sudden movement threw Miyuki into a panic, and she frantically tried to sit up.

But her body was completely drained. She just whined and flailed, unable to get any leverage.

I quickly slid out from under her, laid her back onto the bed, and tossed the blanket over her.

I immediately put on an innocent, perfectly calm expression. Right on cue, a polite knock sounded at the door.

Click.

The door swung open. It wasn't Midori who stepped inside, but Kanna.

"I brought the waterme—huh...?"

Carrying a wide plate piled high with watermelon slices, she narrowed her eyes, instantly suspicious of the bizarre scene in the room.

"What's going on here?"

Miyuki was huddled under the blanket, desperately trying to muffle her heavy panting, while I was sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed doing absolutely nothing.

It would be a miracle if she didn't find this suspicious. We hadn't even locked the door, so it was no surprise we almost got caught.

"Thanks for the watermelon. What do you mean?"

I took the plate from her hands with a shameless, completely deadpan response. Kanna shot me a scrutinizing glare.

But that was it. She didn't bother interrogating us.

"Never mind. Nothing."

She probably figured prying would just make the atmosphere incredibly awkward.

Come to think of it, hadn't she listened in when Miyuki and I were having sex in the past?

It would be great if she went back to her room and got turned on just imagining what Miyuki and I were doing.

Who knows? Her curiosity might just get the better of her, and she'd end up badgering Miyuki for the dirty details later.

"We'll enjoy it."

"Right. Eat up."

Casting one last glance at Miyuki, Kanna slipped out, pulling the door shut so carefully it didn't even click.

Miyuki, who had been lying perfectly still like a corpse, shot me a resentful glare the moment her sister was gone.

"This is all your fault...!"

"What's my fault?"

"Kanna obviously noticed...!"

"Is it that bad if she does?"

"...Huh?"

"Does it really matter if she noticed?"

"I mean... shouldn't it matter...?"

She'd clearly never been in a situation like this before and had no idea how to process the aftermath.

Her flustered reaction to my shamelessness was incredibly cute. I set the plate on the desk and crawled right back onto the bed.

"N-No...! Not anymore today...!"

Miyuki shouted in a panic, clearly seeing the raw lust written all over my face.

I just grinned.

"Not anymore today? Or not anymore here?"

"...Not anymore here."

"Then should we eat the watermelon and head out?"

"Yeah... I-I need to go to the bathroom first..."

Slowly dragging herself up, Miyuki chewed on her bottom lip and shot me a pouty glare. She pulled a clean pair of shorts and underwear from her closet and opened her bedroom door.

She peeked out into the hallway to make sure the coast was clear, then instantly bolted for the bathroom.

I had touched her pretty much exactly how I touched Hiyori yesterday... and their reactions were remarkably similar.

They really did make a good pair. If they could just get a little closer, they'd be absolutely perfect together.

I couldn't help but look forward to seeing how Renka and Chinami would react when I eventually got them into my bed for some dirty fun, too.

I picked up one of the neatly sliced cubes of watermelon with a tiny fork and popped it into my mouth. The sweet, refreshing juice burst across my tongue, bringing an instant smile to my face.

Midori was right—it was an incredible watermelon.

It was juicy and dripping wet, and for some reason, eating it felt just a little bit obscene. I liked it.