Click!
Just as Haruto carried Takamine Ayame out of the living room, the front door swung open, and Takamine Sayuri, her long purple ponytail swaying, stepped inside.
"Ayame-nee? Haruto?"
Holding grocery bags, seeing her sister in her foster brother's arms, Sayuri tilted her head in confusion. "What are you two…?"
Though their earlier activities had been intense, their clothes were still mostly intact.
Haruto steadied his breathing and replied with a straight face, "Ayame-nee wasn't feeling well, so I'm taking her to her room to rest."
Sayuri glanced at Ayame, whose face was flushed and body glistening with sweat, but she didn't question it.
As she headed toward the kitchen, she said, "If Ayame-nee isn't feeling well, let's have something light for dinner. Is that okay, Haruto?"
"Yeah, I'm fine with anything."
Haruto loved meat, especially after gaining the Physical Enhancement talent—he craved high-calorie foods even more.
But right now, the priority was not getting caught. The fabric between Ayame's legs still hadn't been put back in place from earlier.
After agreeing, he added, "Sayuri-nee, go ahead and start. I'll help after I take Ayame-nee to her room."
"It's fine. Just take care of Ayame-nee. I can handle it alone."
Though Ayame was a year older, her personality was more playful.
In contrast, Sayuri—skilled at household chores, gentle, and considerate—acted more like the elder sister.
Haruto nodded and carried Ayame upstairs.
The bathroom was out of the question now. He'd have to try for the talent another time—maybe sneak in at night.
Ayame would probably leave the door unlocked for him.
Haruto wasn't in a hurry. He wasn't an inexperienced, naive boy anymore.
But Ayame wasn't willing to wait. After finally crossing the line today, she wasn't about to let some little vixen steal him away again.
The moment they entered the bedroom, Ayame pounced, pushing Haruto onto the bed, her lewd body pressing against him.
Her beautiful face leaned in, her soft, red lips pressing against his as her nimble tongue slipped into his mouth.
After a heated kiss, Ayame knelt down between his legs, pulling off Haruto's pants and freeing Little Haruto from its confines.
Under Haruto's bewildered eyes, she leaned in, giving a gentle kiss at the tip of his dick before she gave a long lick to the underside of his dick and gobbled up his large dick inside her mouth.
Haruto's breath became ragged as Ayame sucked on his dick, using her tongue to stimulate the glans and using her hands to stoke the rest of his dick.
The occasional scrape of teeth against his dick betrayed her lack of experience, but her eager efforts more than made up for it.
"Mmm…"
Haruto suppressed a moan. "Ayame-nee, let's wait until Sayuri-nee is asleep tonight—"
"Mmph… I… wan… now…"
"Ah… haa…"
Haruto shuddered and quickly said, "Ayame-nee, don't talk with your mouth full…"
It was thrilling having her suck him off, but her technique wasn't refined enough—Little Haruto was suffering.
Ayame nodded vigorously before finally pulling away.
"I don't want to wait. I want it now."
"What about Sayuri-nee?"
"I don't care. I want it now."
Haruto sighed at Ayame's stubbornness.
Unlike Ayame, who constantly teased him, Sayuri was far more reserved.
Over the years, whenever Ayame went too far, it was always Sayuri who stepped in to stop her.
After a moment's hesitation, Haruto decided to throw caution out the window.
"Ayame-nee, wait for me on the bed."
"Okay."
Ayame didn't hesitate, stripping off her one-piece swimsuit and baring her flawless, smooth body to his eyes.
Haruto walked to the bedroom door and cracked it open just enough to peek through.
He estimated the distance with his eyes—it should be about right.
If not a completely unobstructed view, it was still perfectly clear.
Noticing Haruto's movements, Ayame was puzzled for a moment before understanding dawned on her the next second.
With a hint of jealousy in her voice, she said, "Haruto, tell me the truth—have you had your eyes on Sayuri for a long time?"
"Mhm, not just Sayuri-nee, but Ayame-nee too. I've had my eyes on you for a long time as well."
"Hmph, you liar. Then why haven't you made a move on me before?"
Though Ayame claimed not to believe him, her smile was bewitching and radiant.
"I was too young before, didn't know any better. And every time you teased me to the point where I couldn't hold back, Sayuri-nee would always show up just in time to stop it."
Haruto offered a half-truth explanation as he came back to her bed before launching his real attack.
Pinning her beneath him, he kissed her as he aligned his rock-hard dick to her sloppy vagina. Without waiting for a single moment, he thrust inside of her, filling her to the brim as she cried out from the pain and pleasure.
"Mmm... ah..."
But, feeling the fullness inside her, Ayame felt as if her very soul was being filled.
As Haruto's thrusts grew increasingly intense, she couldn't help but let out soft moans.
Even as Haruto exerted himself, he didn't forget to listen for any movement at the door.
As expected, five minutes later, a tall, slender figure appeared outside.
Sayuri's ability to always intervene just in time to stop Ayame's excessive behavior was no coincidence.
The feelings the two sisters harbored for Haruto were something they both understood well.
Born with different personalities, Sayuri couldn't be as bold as Ayame, so she could only appear at the critical moment each time.
Then, with a serious demeanor, she would stop Ayame.
Hindering the enemy was also a form of attack.
To achieve this, she had secretly been keeping an eye on Ayame's movements when she was with Haruto.
Whenever Haruto and Ayame were alone for more than five minutes, Sayuri would find an excuse to appear before them.
Thanks to this habit, the gates to a new world finally opened for her today.
Watching the two entangled in the bedroom, indistinguishable from one another, Sayuri clenched her long, beautiful legs together, her delicate face flushed.
"Haruto and Onee-chan really did it..."
Her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the place where the two in the bedroom were joined, she murmured, "So intense..."
Time passed minute by minute as she watched her sister get fucked by Haruto, and before she knew it, Sayuri had slumped onto the floor, her slender fingers making their way inside of her panties and mimicking Haruto's movements, sliding in and out of her vagina.
"Almost there."
Noticing the glistening wetness on the floor, Haruto pulled away from Ayame's soft body and, without covering himself quickly, headed for the door.
Sayuri shuddered all over, wanting to get up and leave, but her weak legs refused to obey.
"Sayuri-nee?"
Haruto looked down at Takamine Sayuri, his impressive length in full display to Sayuri's eyes, dripping with her sister's love juices, feigning surprise as he said, "Weren't you cooking in the kitchen?"
Sayuri peeled her eyes away from his dick, hiding her embarrassment. "I... I came to check on Ayame-nee and ask what you two wanted for dinner."
"Oh."
Haruto smirked knowingly and took another step forward, his musky and wet dick pressing against the corner of Sayuri's lips.
"Sayuri-nee, did you just get here?"
Inhaling the lewd smell from his dick, Sayuri nodded instinctively. "Mhm, I just—mmph!"
Before she could finish, Haruto forced his way in, his dick pushing past her lips, filling her mouth and silencing all her excuses.
Sayuri sniffed the dick mixed with her sister's love juices, completely thrown into confusion as she let Haruto keep using her mouth as his personal fleshlight.
After enjoying the soft lips for a while, Haruto helped Sayuri up. "Asyuri-nee, didn't you want to see Ayame-nee? Come in."
Sayuri nodded, her face flushed.
Haruto smiled faintly—success.
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T/N: From now on, I'll not be marking the chapters with the "R-18" tag. As it's a smut fanfic and almost every two chapters there's an R-18 chapter.
Btw, if you're liking the fic, throw in some Power Stones, I'll be releasing a bonus chapter for every 200 PS.