Yumi gazed at her body, her fingers twirling strands of Seiji's cum.
She looked completely mesmerized.
The sight of his sister in awe of his seed flowing all over her made Seiji almost as satisfied as the sex itself.
"I'd better wash this," she said finally.
She slipped out of the room, and Seiji sat watching the sleeping baby girl for a moment, then went back to his room.
Seiji couldn't believe what had just happened to him.
I took a piece of her soul. And then I had sex!
In his wildest dreams he had never imagined his sister would be the first woman to give him a handjob.
Yumi's ecstatic eyes; her gorgeous, puffy breasts covered with his cum—he couldn't get over those images in his head.
Now I'm a real man.
A soft knock came from his door.
Yumi stood there, wrapped in a fluffy white robe, the soft fabric almost glowing. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously clutching the robe's collar, as if it might shield her from what she was about to face.
"Can I... come in?" she asked, already stepping inside.
She didn't sit at the far end of the room. She came closer, slowly, carefully, like she was testing the distance between them.
She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed beside Seiji, not looking at him, but their knees practically touching.
What is she going to say? Is she scared? Is she sorry?
Moments passed, but they still sat in silence. It felt brutal.
More than once Seiji wanted to say something. But each time, he restrained himself. He had to.
I have to wait. Wait to let her say what she wanted to say.
Yumi finally turned to him, her gaze almost too intense, like she was searching for something. Her lips parted, but she seemed to struggle with the words.
After a long pause, she finally spoke.
"Seiji," she said, her eyes flicking nervously away. "I wanted to tell you… I didn't expect anything like this to happen…"
Neither did I.
"I don't know what this is. I don't…" She turned to look at him again. "I don't know how it happened. But... I don't want it to stop."
Seiji's heart jumped.
This was it. The moment of absolute surrender.
Yumi had just surrendered to him in words, not just in her actions.
He lifted his hand, his fingers tracing her cheek.
She's now completely mine. Only mine!
"Yumi," he said. "It happened, and it's ours. It won't stop, unless one of us does."
He gently turned her face toward him. "And I won't stop," he added firmly.
Seiji saw relief flicker in her eyes, tangled with uncertainty. Her lips were closer and closer as he guided her face with his hand.
"Promise me," she whispered, just before their lips touched.
"I promise," Seiji replied. And they were one.
A kiss.
A promise.
A pact.
Life finally stood still as they kissed.
She's mine. Her body and soul. And everything is going to be great.
He couldn't get enough of Yumi's lips. The sweet scent of her mouth mixed with the faint aroma of her milk and his cum. It was incredible. The nectar from the gods…
A soft whine reached their ears from another room.
The baby.
Yumi's eyes snapped open. Surprised. Almost confused.
Then she looked at Seiji, asking a silent question.
He nodded slightly.
"Go," he said.
Yumi nodded in response, her eyes full of adoration. She stood and walked to the door. She paused there and looked back at him one more time before disappearing into the hallway.
Seiji could still taste her on his lips.
The rules had changed.
Seiji was writing the rules for the two of them from now on.