That Night , I thought everything will be fine but Mika , my sister who have my daughter face from previous life standing while I fucked my step mother .....
Later Night .....
Mika stumbled backward as soon as she saw them. Keita was pinned beneath Reina on the low couch in his living room – a stark contrast to the clean lines of his apartment. Reina's hand was firmly on Keita's cock, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements while he kissed her deeply, his body straining against hers. The sight was a physical blow, a violation of everything Mika thought she knew about her brother's wife and her neighbor.
Her scream echoed through the small apartment, sharp and high-pitched, breaking their kiss. She turned and fled, stumbling blindly down the hall, tears burning her eyes as she retreated to the safety of her own apartment building, locking herself inside.
The days that followed were a blur of silence and tension. Mika couldn't eat, couldn't sleep without replaying the scene. Her outward behavior became a mask – brittle smiles, clipped words laced with sarcasm aimed at anyone who would listen. She deliberately antagonized Toru over minor things – forgotten chores, inconvenient parking – anything to avoid the crushing weight of her own questions and pain.
She wanted to scream, to throw things, to make someone hurt her so she wouldn't feel so hollow inside. But no one saw the raw edges, except perhaps Toru late at night, when his own heart ached hearing her cry softly under his pillow.
One night, after yet another argument started by Mika's careless words, the shouting erupted into raw accusations again. They were in the living room, the air crackling with venom. Suddenly, it stopped. The arguments ceased. Mika felt a tremor of something else – vulnerability? Anger? – threatening to break through her facade.
"I can't take this anymore," she choked out, her voice cracking. The words weren't directed at Toru anymore; they were a raw cry into the void she felt surrounded by betrayal.
Toru stared at her, his expression shifting from annoyance to shock, then to a deep, unnerving confusion. "Mika... what?"
She threw herself at him then, not in anger, but in a desperate, shattering wave of grief and tears. "Leave me alone!" she sobbed, burying her face in his chest, shaking uncontrollably. "Just leave me alone!"
He caught her wrists gently, pulling her away slightly but not breaking the contact. "No, Mika. Don't."
The physical distance was less than an emotional one. Her eyes were red-rimmed, glistening with unshed tears. He could feel her trembling against him. The anger was gone, replaced by a profound sense of loss and confusion about what was happening.
Their lips met then – not an explosion, but a fragile collision. It started as a hesitant press of mouths, an almost accidental touch born from desperation and exhaustion. But the contact wasn't purely tender; it was charged with something darker – longing, confusion, a desperate yearning for connection that felt both illicit and necessary.
Toru felt the shiver run through Mika at his touch, heard the choked sob escape her lips. He pulled her closer, the kiss deepening slightly, responding to the vulnerability she offered. It wasn't just a kiss anymore; it was an anchor in the storm of her emotions, a confusing mix of comfort and betrayal.
They broke apart slowly, both breathing heavily, hearts pounding in their chests.
"Are you okay?" Toru asked softly, his hand brushing a stray tear from her cheek.
Mika stared at him, her expression a fractured mask of confusion, pain, and something unreadable. "I don't know," she whispered. "I don't know what any of this means."
The air crackled again. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions and impossible desires. The image of Keita and Reina burned in Mika's mind, fueling a possessiveness she didn't understand mixed with a deep-seated anger towards them both.
Toru reached for her hand, but she pulled it back slightly, looking at him with wide, uncertain eyes.
"We need to talk," he said quietly, the words hanging in the tense air.
Mika nodded numbly. "We need to."
But neither of them knew where that conversation would lead. The lines were blurred – between sister and brother, b and... something else entirely with Keita. The only thing clear was the raw pain and confusing desires that threatened to consume them all.
Keita try to refuse saying she had my daughter face but ... this world that he created to save his daughter from hunger now is fucking with him instead .....
The kiss they shared hung in the air long after its conclusion, thick with unspoken need and trepidation. Mika stared at Toru, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. He looked back, his expression unreadable, his gaze intense, searching hers.
"We need to talk," he repeated, his voice low and rough, a stark contrast to the intimacy of their just-passed moments.
Mika nodded numbly, the motion feeling robotic. Her mind raced, a chaotic whirlwind of betrayal by Keita and Reina, the confusing pull towards her own brother, and the raw, aching pain that made her chest feel tight. Talking felt impossible right now.
She backed away slowly, her hand instinctively touching her lips where his had been mere seconds before. "What's there to say?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over her own ragged breathing. "Everything is broken."
Toru reached out, his hand hovering near her shoulder. "I'm here, Mika."
"Are you?" she snapped, the anger surfacing again like a drowning person gasping for air. "You have Keita and Reina's secret too, don't you? Everyone has something they're hiding."
His brow furrowed. "Don't put me in that category."
"Then what are you?" she cried, her eyes filling with tears again. "What do you want from me? From me?"
He looked genuinely confused now, almost lost. "I want you to stop hurting," he said simply, his voice filled with a new kind of desperation.
That simple statement, stripped of his usual protective layers, struck Mika deep in her soul. She saw not just the neighbor's wife or her brother's wife, but a man caught in the same web of confusion and pain. And in that moment, the desire to connect, to find some solace even in the forbidden, surged uncontrollably within her.
"I need... I need you," she blurted out, the words shocking even herself.
Toru froze. He stared at her, his expression shifting from surprise to something akin to awe mixed with fear. "Mika..."
There was no turning back now. The carefully constructed walls crumbled completely.
They stood there for a moment, just breathing each other in. Then, without another word, Mika reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards her room. The hallway light blurred as he followed her.
Inside her bedroom, the door clicked shut behind them. The space felt intimate, charged with an electric energy neither could control.
They stumbled towards the bed, mouths meeting in another kiss – this one desperate, fueled by tears and need. Clothes came off frantically; buttons popped, fabric tore. Nothing seemed fast enough, nothing mattered except the connection they desperately sought.
They collapsed onto the bed, tangled limbs seeking purchase, skin pressed against skin. The coolness of her pajama bottoms against his bare skin sent shivers down his spine. She felt the heat radiating from him, a magnetic pull she couldn't resist.
Mika's hands roamed his back, then lower, exploring the hard planes of his chest through the thin cotton of his shirt. He gasped as her fingers found their way inside his waistband. Before he could react, she pulled them free.
His cock sprang free, hard and straining. Mika's gaze locked onto it, a primal possessiveness dawning in her eyes. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his sensitive skin as she enveloped him completely.
The first swallow was hesitant at first, her throat working instinctively. Toru moaned low in his chest as she took him deeper. Her hand came up to grip his hip as she pulled him towards her mouth again.
It wasn't gentle. It was demanding, wet, and filled with a fierce urgency that mirrored his own desire. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing the underside before retreating slightly and circling back again with renewed intensity.
"Mika," he groaned, his hips lifting off the bed instinctively.
She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes dark with unshed tears and overwhelming need. "Let me," she whispered.
He couldn't refuse. He braced himself on her knees, his hands digging into her hips as she began to move on him. The friction was incredible. Her movements were deep and relentless, her throat swallowing him down to the base of his cock.
Toru felt his control fraying rapidly. His own hands weren't idle. They roamed her body with a possessive intensity – tracing the curve of her hip, dipping low to explore the damp heat between her legs.
His fingers found her clit instantly. He circled it, pressing lightly before applying more pressure, drawing sharp gasps from her. She cried out his name as her body tightened around his cock.
"I can't... Mika... I'm going to...," he warned, his thrusts becoming shallow and desperate against her mouth.
She didn't stop the relentless sucking; instead, she began riding him harder, faster, meeting his thrusts with a fervor that signaled her own impending climax.
"Yes!" she screamed, her climax hitting her like a physical blow. Her body convulsed around him, sucking him deeper than ever before.
Toru cried out as he felt his own release shattering inside her warmth. His hips slammed down into her throat one final time before he emptied himself completely.
They collapsed onto the bed together, slick heat and trembling bodies pressed close. The intensity of their shared release left them both breathless and vulnerable.
The forbidden nature of their connection felt even more stark in the quiet aftermath. The line between step sister and step brother blurred terrifyingly close once again as they lay tangled beneath the sheets, acknowledging the dangerous truth that neither could deny – they needed each other in a way that shattered all boundaries.