Chapter 716: The Big Sister

Whatever drug was in the syringe worked almost instantly. Within just a few seconds his body went completely slack. He slumped forward and collapsed into a deep sleep right against my legs, his weight heavy and still.

Yuki rushed over the moment he fell. She dropped to her knees beside her son, her hands trembling as she gently ran her fingers through his long hair, caressing his head over and over while quiet, broken sobs shook her shoulders.

I stood there staring at the scene, still trying to process what I had just witnessed. I had seen plenty of strange and dark things in my life, but nothing quite like this. The sudden violence of the injection, the raw pain on Yuki’s face, the way Jake had spoken about his mom, everything about the moment felt heavy and overwhelming.

"What was that?" I finally asked, my voice quieter than usual.

Yuki couldn’t even lift her eyes to meet mine. Tears kept running down her cheeks. "Alex... I don’t know what to tell you," she cried, her voice breaking apart with every word.

June knelt down next to her mother and placed a steady, comforting hand on Yuki’s shoulder. "Mom, let’s put Jake in his bed first," she said gently, her tone practical even though her own face looked strained.

Yuki nodded slowly, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Hmm... Alex, would you help June?"

"Of course, Yuki. You just relax," I said softly.

I knelt down as well and rested a hand on Yuki’s shoulder, giving the soft flesh a small, reassuring squeeze. June’s eyes flicked over to me for a brief second. I could tell she noticed how familiar and comfortable I already was with her mother, the way I touched her so naturally, the way I spoke to her with quiet closeness.

I slipped one of Jake’s heavy arms over my shoulder while June took the other. Together we lifted his unconscious body off the living-room floor. He was completely limp, his long hair falling across his face as we straightened up.

As we adjusted our grip, June’s eyes suddenly narrowed. She was looking straight at Yuki.

"Mom... why do you have soap on your chest and clothes?" she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion.

Then her gaze shifted to me. I still had clear streaks of the same white soap across my upper body and shoulders, I hadn’t washed it off in the rush to leave the bathroom.

I didn’t know what to say. The silence stretched for a second too long. I simply averted my eyes, staring at the floor instead of meeting hers.

"Where were you, Mom?" June asked next, quieter but more pointed. I could already hear the pieces clicking together in her mind. She was starting to suspect something was happening between her mother and the young stranger who had only just arrived at their house.

Yuki couldn’t meet her daughter’s gaze. Her voice came out small and unsteady. "I... I was out in the garden, baby. I don’t know how this soap got on me."

How could she possibly tell the truth?

How could she admit that she had been about to cheat on her husband with a younger man inside their own bathroom?

How could she explain that this stranger had been sucking on her mother’s soft tits when June came looking for her only minutes earlier?

Yuki knew what we had been doing was deeply wrong. And the fact that her daughter now suspected even a fraction of it only made the dark, hungry lust inside me burn hotter.

"Let’s put him to bed," I said quickly, trying to pull the attention away from Yuki and the soap still drying on both our bodies.

"Yeah... let’s go," June agreed, though her eyes lingered on us a moment longer.

We started half-carrying, half-dragging Jake’s limp body toward the stairs. He was a grown man, probably a few years younger than June, and his dead weight made every step upward a real effort. By the time we reached the upper floor, both of us were breathing harder, our shoulders aching from the strain.

"There," June said as we finally laid him down on his bed.

Without hesitation, she pulled out a pair of soft but sturdy restraints and secured his wrists to either side of the bed frame, treating him almost like a mental patient who might hurt himself — or someone else — if left free.

I stared at her in quiet disbelief at how practiced the motion looked.

"Trust me," June said, noticing my expression. Her voice was calm but firm. "You don’t want to know how crazy this house can get."

She was a really beautiful woman, early thirties, long dark hair that fell past her shoulders, fair smooth skin, and a nicely toned figure that showed she took care of herself. I found myself looking at her for longer than a second, taking in the clean lines of her face and the quiet strength in her posture.

Before I could say anything, I realized she was looking at me too.

I was still naked from the waist up, only a towel wrapped loosely around my hips. Her eyes had drifted down to my chest and the hard lines of muscle there, still faintly marked with dried soap. She didn’t look away immediately. She simply stared, as if she couldn’t quite help herself.

We both started walking out of her brother’s room, our shoulders brushing against each other in the narrow hallway.

"So, June... aren’t you married?" I asked. Most of the women around her age on the island already had husbands. It felt a little strange seeing her still living in her parents’ house.

She glanced at me with a small smirk. "You can call me big sis, Alex. I’m older than you," she said, clearly teasing me back for the personal question.

We looked at each other for a second and both smiled.

As we kept walking down the hallway, June’s foot slipped slightly on the wooden floor. She lost her balance and fell forward right into me.

I caught her quickly, wrapping my arms around her to keep her from hitting the ground. Her soft breasts pressed firmly against my bare chest as she landed against me. I held her close, steadying her. Our faces ended up only inches apart, mouths so close I could feel the warmth of her breath.

"Okay, big sis," I said, still holding her, my voice low and teasing. "I think you need the help of your little brother now."

June’s cheeks turned a light pink. Our faces were so close that I could smell the faint, clean scent of her perfume. Her soft lips looked incredibly inviting from this distance.