NOTE: All characters are above the age of 21.
Their father, the 6th generation Kyoutouryuu head Mutsue Yasuri, shortly before his death had warned her that a day like this would come.
She kept her lips tightly shut, trying her best to hold her breath, but the sensation of his hand, as it slowly caressed over the firm and sensitive area of her body, was too much for her as a faint murmur escaped her throat. The way his hands went around her soft flesh and caressed against her, transmitted small sparks of electricity all over her body. She felt so good, as she felt his pulsations, against her soft skin.
She sensed her own craving seeping out from her crease, but her entire body desired to experience more! Instead of just snuggling himself against the even skin of her firm buns, she wished to experience him pressing his body even more into her, but there was a small voice, in her head, telling her to stop him.
"He's almost certainly dreaming something indecent," she thought as his hand travelled around her chest and lightly squeezed her soft flesh as his rigidity pushed against her rear. She had never been one to experience these sensations, but feeling him snuggled so closely against her cheeks, and lightly knocking against it with each pulsation of his heart, made her chew her lip in order to attempt to remain silent.
"OK, I'm going to stop this," she decided, but just then his fingers found, and squeezed her second pillowy flesh while his other hand traveled over her other one.
She sensed her juices trickling freely as her body filled with want for these physical satisfactions she knew they should not be enjoying. Something within her legs was getting the better of her and her determination to stop him was diminishing under his attention to her excessively responsive body.
She slightly shifted her position, pretending to stir in her slumber, but the small shift in movement caused her to press more securely onto him. He was now pushing wildly and more firmly between her legs and resting across the entry to her drenched, dripping dampness. There was no way she could fake sleep anymore as the sensation of his hardness was so extreme and warm that both of them simultaneously released out a groan.
She turned her head to the side and glanced directly at him. His eyes were open, but there was no indication of him sleeping and dreaming. Instead, his face showed a culpable look, like a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar.
To be continued…
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