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Chapter Seven
You and I
Tomorrow was very important. It was the end of the year and the beginning of a new one. The Kurosaki's were looking oh so forward to celebrate! But beside's Rukia & Yuzu, no one was looking forward to the tedious work. But alas, it had to be done. In Japanese culture, the new year must begin on a clean slate. As a result, Japanese people usually partake in something called oosouji, or "big cleaning." A lot of times, every inch of the household is cleaned, including places that remain untouched other times of the year. Every inch of the house and the clinic side was scrubbed clean. Sure, Ichigo enjoyed seeing Rukia in latex gloves and a high pony tail; But he wasn't a fan of her chore reminders..
''Move the fridge for me, will you?''
His face responded before he could. ''What? Why?''
''Because if you don't..'' Sinful orbs checked each entrance before continuing. ''You won't have any Toshikoshi soba tonight.''
Ah, Toshikoshi soba. A delicious soup traditionally eaten the night of New Year's Eve. But that wasn't really what his step mother was referring to..
''Thank you, Ichigo.'' The petite woman cooed, finally grabbing a broom to sweep all that excess dust now. What an angel her son was..
He had to give it to her, the little vixen knew how to get her way. The high-school senior chewed the inside of his cheek, he didn't feel defeated. More like whipped. That had to be stopped soon.. No way Isshin's young wife was going to have the 18 year old wrapped around her finger like this any longer.
Right?
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Wrong.
Now he was vacuuming under everyone's bed's as she wiped down all the dressers. What was the big idea? He hadn't done oosouji like this last year, and look well his life turned out the past 365 days!
''Big brother, you missed a spot.'' Karin spat, crossing her arms.
The older Kurosaki's eyes grew wide. Annoyed was an understatement!
''If you don't -''
''She's right, Ichigo ~'' Their step mother cut him off. ''Go over this whole area once more.''
A muscle in his jaw twitched.
Both girl's smirked.
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Hours had passed. Ichigo never thought his house was this big until today. All this cleaning, every single one of them doing work - and it still wasn't done. Well, not to Rukia's standards. He had about enough! The autumn haired teen was about to let his father's wife know; But then she sat him down and gave him a massage..
She got lucky!
''Thank you for helping today.'' Rukia whispered, kissing his cheek from behind. Her step-son was sitting in the front on the couch, caving in sooner than his fake anger. Isshin was almost compelled to do the same from across the room. Truthfully? He was lazy today! His girls and son did most of the work and he felt bad the burden of lifting heavy furniture was on his kin. What a man his boy turned into, though!~ ''Such a keeper..'' Her voice was soft like snow, wet like it too as her tongue slyly ran up the shell of the teen's ear.
Ichigo bit his lips, completely under her spell once more.
''Isshin,'' The petite beauty called out, abandoning her step son and patting her daughter's head on the way past. ''I will start on the soba as soon as I finish the laundry. Only one load as well. So please, relax on our couch, I won't be long.''
''Sounds perfect, my love! I cannot wait for your perfect buckwheat noodles and green onions! My heart is singing already~''
His happy wife shook her head. The man she married was simply too over the top and corny. He made her laugh. But what was better? His son following her as she left..
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''Kiss me again~'' The little succubus begged, sick of her husband's son's teases. The so loud, vibrating, shaking washer felt so good as she sat upon it and Ichigo's hands all over her breast made that chest swell up. ''Please..''
The door to the washer and dryer was locked as he tasted his step mother's lips. She was so hungry for his own but he wouldn't give in, not allowing the older woman to gain control of their mouths. The milf just obliged, accepting his big tongue being shoved down her throat. ''You want this somewhere else, don't you?'' The 18 year old investigated hot against her ear, making the whimpering woman blush ruby red. Her gaze went toward heaven as he pressed a thumb through her soft little dress, pushing his fat digit down in-between that pussy. The garment beneath completely soggy.. ''Fuck,'' Ichigo let out, returning back to his rightful place in her mouth. He sucked on her little tongue, holding her waist with the other hand. Isshin's son was still working on that swollen clit through clothes, moving his own body to make Rukia's do the same with that vibrating machine beneath. The lithe woman's arms around the younger Kurosaki's neck grew tighter.
''Nnghh, mhmp, y-yes! Keep making mommy feel good. So good, Ichigo..~''
He had to give it to her, the little vixen knew how to get her way.
Wrong.
There was an immediate lack of touch. The 27 year old was stunned, waiting for her step son to return but he just didn't. Her gaze wasn't shy to notice his throbbing erection. So what gives? She was immediately answered. The high school senior grabbed his mother off the washer, leading her to believe he wanted to take things ground level as he pulled her low. But then the young man opened the empty dryer. Confusion couldn't be used in the current circumstance. The petite milf was lost. Until..
''You should try to get that problem fixed, mom. Figure out why it doesn't work.''
Her eyes narrowed for a second, suddenly having her head and arms shoved into the machine! ''Ichig-!?''
''Damn. Now you're stuck, right?''
Oh.
She couldn't help but smirk in the dark. Her step son's cock pulsated as he got on his knees behind her, slowly raising the back of her dress; Soon seeing a sexy little ass sway.
''I'm so stuck.. Will you help me get ou- Ohhmhm..~'' The raven haired young woman moaned quietly, a higher pitch than usual, knees shaking as her pussy was licked from behind. Hot and heavy tension enveloping her sweet little body as her husband's son gripped and spread her apart. So low to ground just to eat his step mom's tasty cunt. Lips were now overlapped with a new glossy sheen as Ichigo repeated, over and over. Moving into her hot heat a little more than before each new time. His thumbs separated her folds wide before he could go to town, drowning in her scent and juices as that tongue pushed into her tight little hole. So fucking good!
But the younger Kurosaki man was a fan of fruit too. Peaches especially.
Rukia's features alternated perfectly. Little brows scrunching up as plump lips fell open agape. Her back embowed hard in that tiny little machine as her step son tasted her other ring. The muscles contracted around his tongue and he needed to put a finger in to keep her open long enough. Shit - again with that happy little ass sway.
''You want it bad don't you? This cock?'' The red head quizzed, slapping her plump skin, gripping his erection to rub against her other cheek.. Licking his lips at the sight of her desperate fingers playing with herself..
''Give me your creamy load, please Ichigo. Shoot it all inside me~''
Oh God. He never wanted to listen to one of her demands more than he did today!
The fit 18 year old positioned himself well, getting ready to breed Rukia the way she needed. It took a few tries but once he entered her creamy tight walls several times, his dick was completely coated with enough lube to enter the other; And damn, did it feel perfect. Ichigo Kurosaki fucked his dad's wife once more, moving in and out of her ass like a dog gone wild. The grip her hips felt increased in pressure as he slammed into her, getting revenge for all the damn chores she put him through.
Hot, warm, mother insides ~
Every desperate sound that left her lips was like divine music, bringing so much peace and gratitude to her son's ears. He wasn't lost from these amazing sensations and rough penetration - he was fucking found. Then - oh Jesus, then she started to bounce her ass back into him!
''S-shit! I'm - I'm going to -!'
That woman saw stars as her step son's cock erupted inside her. Her pink insides began to contract all around the rock hard intrusion, sucking out that hot seed. The teen's whole body stiffened as he couldn't stop moving, groaning hard under the mask of the loud washer beside them. Rukia at the same pace, creaming on her fingers as her boyfriend rocked her world. His mouth was round once more, brown eyes shut tight, relishing in those pulsating walls down below. Thick fat crash after crash of euphoria settling deep within his bones; Every time the more he filled that fat little ass with cum.
Weakly did they breath and slowly did they calm down. He slipped out, giving a peck to her still red cheek before helping his father's wife straighten out. He regrets not being able to watch her, promising they'd have to have another round in his room soon..
''Fool, making your mother get stuck.'' She complained, teasingly. ''I helped you with your load, yes? Help me with this one..''
He almost got excited, then the washer finally stopped spinning.
''..Alright,'' He sighed, grabbing the clothes..
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It was New Years Day! Everyone was so excited. Isshin was looking forward to the fireworks, Yuzu and Karin were looking forward to some money, and Ichigo - well, he was just looking forward to his mom like usual.
So he was more than pleased when she woke him up..
''Accompany me. I'm going to buy some fukubukuro.'' Fukubukuro were essentially surprise bags that many retailers sell at different price points, that people buy without knowing what's inside. Usually the collective retail value of the items inside are worth more than what the bag was bought for, but part of the risk is not knowing what's inside. These bags usually sell out fast as there are lines of people waiting to buy one, and it is a pretty popular little New Years tradition. Rukia knew her girls would just love it. Maybe someone else, too.. ''Ah, and some cute pochi-bukuro!'' She reminded, rubbing a hand up and down her son's chest.
He kept his own crossed behind his bed, enjoying her ministration as he looked at it.
''Sure. Let me get ready.''
The corners of her mouth turned up. ''I'll help you.''
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The teen's head hung backward for a moment, biting down hard on his lips as he pulled a new shirt over his head. His cock currently deep within Rukia's 'mhm'ing mouth by the closet.. The heated ginger couldn't help it, slipping out for a moment to let her get a mouthful of balls instead, weakly rubbing his erection over her face.
His father's wife was just the best!
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It was a busy street not too far from the clinic. Vendors and lines pack through out. Rukia wasn't the only one who had the same idea today. But frankly it was nice to spend time with one another alone. The pair walked around for a good hour, picking up what she needed for Yuzu and Karin's envelope money. They even managed to snag a few surprise bags before the stall had sold out! The perfect way to end their shopping trip was some street food! Delicious dango and yakitori ~
''Here, drink some.'' Ichigo's sweet step mother insisted, handing him some of her beverage. He didn't refuse, pleasantly drinking from her straw. They had sat by a bench, watching passerbys scramble to get last minute items. Softly did Rukia's head fall on her boyfriend's shoulder, humming quiet as she took another bite out of her dango.
Things felt really serene. Too serene.
The way things felt without having to worry someone was to walk in was quite nice. The autumn haired young man found himself wishing it would last longer.. She looked so peaceful.
''You're aware of Hatsuhinode, yes? Or does your family not participate in that tradition?'' The beauty quizzed, disposing of her treat properly before coming to snuggle against the high schooler once more. The ginger shook his head, taking one more bite of chicken. ''No. Dad never wanted to wake up that early. So we never did.''
Rukia looked pleased with his answer, nodding softly to herself before locking eyes with him, accepting a bite of his meat he offered. ''I would like to. I want to observe the first sunrise of the year.''
Easily did Ichigo's arm wrap around her. ''You think he's annoying now, wait till you wake him up at -''
''No - just you. Not him. You and I.''
...
The 18 year old didn't know why her words resonated so deeply within him. It wasn't as though it be the first time they'd shared a special moment. But for some reason it felt like that. He couldn't respond. Honey eyes only locked with her own and waited. Waited for his heartbeat to abandon his eardrums because right now Ichigo couldn't focus.
No..
He can't.
They aren't far enough. The people here, they could be neighbor's.. They could know his father. It was dumb to even conside-
The kiss is different than before. It's as hard and deep but yet, the connotation is riddled with a golden hue and overflowing heart. Even Rukia was nervous but somehow her hands didn't try to softly push at his chest to tell him no, but warm the side of Ichigo's face instead. Their lips crashed against one another without a care, reluctant to part.
Big eyes the size of a lavender moon bore up into honey ones. She searched for something she had found so long ago in his gaze and yet again she accomplished doing so.
''..I would like that, Rukia. You and I.''
..No one had ever made her feel like this.
''You and I.'' She repeated.
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Nightfall was approaching and the family all sat around the table. Rukia Kurosaki did not disappoint, making delicious Ozouni with the help of Yuzu as well, also known as ozoni or zoni. It was a soup dish that is traditionally eaten on New Year's Day. It consisted of chicken and various vegetables; the mochi in it, much like the noodles in the toshikoshi soba, are supposed to represent longevity, due to it's stretchy form. Isshin asked to add kazunoko, which was herring roe. A salty and crunchy add, it represented fertility..
There was also black beans; Made sweet, they were to represent hard work. Rukia also added, datemaki; A type of sweet rolled egg mixed with fish cake, the dish is supposed to represent scholarship. So she put that in for Ichigo, rubbing his neck as his father went on to bring up the college talk..
Lastly, she added konbumaki; It was supposed to represent happiness. So she added that with her heart full for her entire family.
The kid's had thirds, Isshin was in a food coma and Ichigo had died and went to heaven. It put such a smile of the petite woman's face.
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The Kurosaki's headed out soon after, wanting a good view of the fireworks that were soon to come! Isshin had drove the whole family to a great little spot at a nearby park. The usual place they'd watch the countdown from. It was great. The relaxed festival atmosphere was calming. The nearby streets were lined by food and game stalls. The firework shows were soon to start. Ichigo and Rukia couldn't wait to watch the lit up sky.
Now, the place was packed but not too overdone. Many people were not occupied with their own friend's and loved one's.. to notice the woman and her step son holding hands behind her husband's back..
Once a nice spot was secured, the kids sat down on the grass beside their father. Once the fireworks had started, the new year would have begun!
And when it did..
The ginger just had to get his girlfriend alone..
''Happy New Year!''
''Happy New Year!''
So many people exclaimed to their family, shouting and laughing. Folks used party poppers and began to take pictures of the nearby town clock. Many even cooed at the couple before their eyes..
Ichigo and Rukia kissed, holding each other tight as the new year officially begun. Violet eyes sparkled under the sky when they opened and controlled his world. The pair returned quick - Isshin hadn't even known they left..
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It was January 1st. 6:25 AM.
The sunrise's beauty reminded Ichigo of someone. It was a powerful force, one capable of imparting it's warmth on the most hardened of souls. It inspired, it energized, it renewed, it gave hope.. It pushed the darkness away. Fought it - then pushed it away. It was wrong to look at yet it was calling out for him, captivating the teen whole-heartedly. He didn't dare abandon the sky..
Not a cloud in sight.
''..I love you.''
Rukia didn't even turn to him, eye's glued to the changing atmosphere. A warm chill dancing over her skin gently. The air filling her lungs almost halted for a moment but the second her orbs looked in his direction - everything was alright.
He always made everything alright..
''Ichigo..''
They kissed once again. He felt complete. She made the season change and it felt eternally sunny and warm. Even if.. she hadn't said I love you back. It was hard at first. Maybe she did and he hadn't heard it. No - the three words never left her lips.. But it was fine. The younger Kurosaki never wanted to pressure one to say something, not if they weren't ready. So he'd wait.
For as long as he needed to.
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How did things go from that - to this?
The relationship was supposed to progress.
Not.. end.
Nearly 25 days had passed and yet it felt like time had gone backward; To months prior. The teen found himself avoiding his step mother once more, giving her the cold shoulder and blurting out cold words whenever she'd try to press him. Rukia was lost. Hurt. Hopeless once more. Ichigo Kurosaki went from 'I love you' to not wanting anything to do with her.
All she wanted was for him to have options, not settle or get into anything too quickly..
But now..
It all started a few days after their sunrise outing. The two were even more inseparable if that was possible. Then Ichigo said it. He said it again. The highschooler didn't let it go like the first time, he meant it now.
''Mom..I..I want to have a baby with you.''
It was 4:00 AM. The pair was in his bed. He was in her.
''Rukia... I want to make a baby with you ~''
The 18 year old was drunk off her, drowning himself inside, pressing his face against her neck and hair, so delightedly close.. But suddenly -
''Do- Don't finish inside.'' She pleaded, running finger nails down his back. Again - for the second time.. She didn't respond to him.
''Don't you want my baby?''
''Please Ichigo, don't c-um inside me. I- I'm not on the pill ~''
The wind changed.
The teen pulled out, doing as told. Pumping himself with knitted brows, looking to the ground with a scowl as he emptied his load over his step mom's stomach.. No words said, not even when she took him into her mouth. The red head had slipped away, putting his pants back on.
''Ichigo?'' Rukia quizzed, not a fan of the dry air. He wouldn't look at her. She sat up half way. ''Did I do some-''
''You want a kid. I hear you saying it; All the time. You tell my old man you want to have a baby.'' The scowl didn't leave. The only difference is their eyes met this time. ''You add ingredients for the new year that represent 'fertility'..''
She stood quiet and that response seemed to upset him more.
''But you don't answer me when I tell you that I want one. So what is it Rukia?'' The heated young man left the bed, still looking at her. ''I'm suppose to remain as your son while my father fucks you? Forever? He's gonna get you pregnant and you're gonna give me a brother or sister? What .. what is a matter with you? Do you know how fucked that is?''
''I never said that.'' Rukia tried to defend, feeling like she was on trial.. ''Ichigo, please - try to understand. I care about you and want the best for you. College is right around the corner. You're so young. You shouldn't have to close the door on your education and future, to stay home and raise a child. You're not realizing what you're saying. Your entire life will change.''
''What is it with you and my father about college? Neither of you heard anything about college from my own damn mouth.''
Her brows furrowed. ''Yes, I did. Right before your birthday, you spoke to Isshin about Osaka University.'' It took a second, but the step mother could see how his gaze fell to the floor, the memory dawned on his features. ''See? I was correct..I did not forget that. You're placing me before your future. You're throwing away something you yearned for not too long ago. Why? Why do you want a child? Do you love me that much? You truly want a family? Or; Are you just afraid your father will 'beat you to it'? Ichigo, that is the wrong reason.''
His fist balled. Now the teen felt as though he was on trial. ''I .. I don't want that to happen, but that's not the real reason I want to have a kid with you, Rukia. Jesus,''
''In the future, then. Not now, alright? In a few years you might not want that at all. I feel grateful to have someone who wants to start a family with me. You know I want one. But, maybe in a few months, even - you'll regret saying such a thing in the first place.''
''No. I won't..'' The ginger mumbled.
''So please.. experience life. The door hasn't opened yet and it will soon. You will have new beginnings. No matter what happens.. I'll be here, waiting for you. If you change your mind about.. anything else as well.. I'll understand.''
''..W-What does that even mean? ..'' Fear seemed to consume him. The teen knew this was going to come. The fact it was actually here felt unbearable. How did everything crash and burn so fast? A dark cloud formed atop his head and what she said next was the thunder.
''I want you to experience life, Ichigo. If you place me before college and a future.. I will never forgive you.''
Everything was crashing down and no one planned to stop it- nor clean it up. The ice was breaking all around them and Rukia Kurosaki had a pickaxe.
''I want you to feel out your options and give everything a chance. Not just me.''
The woman got up after her speech, trying to get closer to her boyfriend who obviously seemed defeated.. She added, ''If you get a girlfriend, I will not be upset. Because I want you to find out what you truly want.''
Rain started.
The tension shifted, shifted to something much darker and sorrowful. The betrayal stung and it was humid in the air. The broken hearted's pupils flared.
''I - I can't believe you just said that? A girlfriend? Don't you care about me? I love you -'' Ichigo was dumbfound. He felt so stabbed in the moment. ''Now you're telling me to go find love with someone else?''
''If you did, I would understand. I just don't like this idea of you settling down right before your future begins. I want you to know you should find out what you truly want. That's all.''
'''You'd understand', huh?''
The 27 year old pressed her lips together. ''Please don't do that. Do not talk to me with that tone. I meant no har-''
''It's fine, really. I think I'm going to sleep now.''
His expression hardened, her's dulled.
Softly did she walk out.. knowing Ichigo didn't want her to turn around.
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After that.. the next day, it was like they had never gotten together..
He was her mean step son. All over again..
Then eventually - she stopped trying. All over again..
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He felt gone - empty. A shell. Ichigo shut everyone out and felt deceived.. He had wanted his girlfriend to tell him differently, oh so differently. But she didn't. He was more than willing to skip out on college. He could work at his father's clinic, it wasn't this huge ordeal - but apparently she only wanted ' the best ' for him.
'If you fall in love, I will understand.'
Her words kept him up at night. He remembered asking her if she felt anything for his father months ago; Which she replied: No. Was that a lie? It was getting harder to avoid her. The ginger couldn't stay out for hours weeks on end anymore..
But then March rolled around.
''You got in!? I'M SO PROUD, BOY!'' Isshin sang, grabbing his son and turning him purple. Rukia was all smiles. Ichigo..surprsingly was too.
Before he left they talked.. The teen pulled her outside and they were alone for the first time in months. The woman's heart beat like crazy, ready to feel his lips upon her's. Missing his touch.
But all he said was -
''Take care of my sisters.''
She felt lost again..
''I - of course.''
Maybe there was more to say. Perhaps he changed his mind..
But she wouldn't know.
Because Ichigo Kurosaki left for college..
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4 months had passed. He didn't visit. Not even once. Ichigo Kurosaki was experiencing life. He.. got a girlfriend. Fell in love. I guess I got what I wanted.. Hearing every new change in his life from Isshin hurt. Now she was going to see him..
''Are you excited? Our boy is coming home!'' Rukia's husband exclaimed. 'I got one week to annoy the crap outta him! Hah, he's gonna love the party you're planning.''
The poor woman only nodded, not holding her breath.. The older Kurosaki wished his wife would be in a better mood by now. It was easy to tell something was eating her up. He offered her a massage but his wife only seemed uncomfortable. ''I'm sorry.''
She shook her head. ''No, don't be.''
A small peck.
The door bell rang.
''Ichigo!'' Yuzu and Karin sang, springing from their chairs to jog over to the front door; Right beside Isshin. ''C'mon Rukia,!'' The twins begged, making room for their mother so the whole family could be in frame when the door opened..
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After playing catch up, Ichigo headed to his old bedroom to unpack for the week. The only reason he was here was due to his birthday coming up. That old man made plans months prior, so he couldn't say he was 'busy' last second, could he?
Nonetheless, the college freshmen missed his family, so he was happy to be here. Even if.. things still felt raw with another. It was taxing; Exhausting.. Burdensome to look at Rukia. Fake some bullshit small talk in front of everyone. Thank God it was over. He might just spend the rest of his visit up here.
But to be honest, the autumn haired teen nearly expected that door to open..
It didn't.
He couldn't figure out if he felt disappointed or.. relieved. He didn't search for the answer, neither.
''SON!'' The door barged open and Ichigo nearly got thrown out the window from the electrifying velocity his old man ran at him with. The younger Kurosaki groaned, elbowing his father for not knocking and doing such a thing. ''What the hell's a matter with you!?'' His raven haired father only laughed, letting go of his bear hug.
''I just wanted to tell you how much I missed you. I'm excited to have you back.''
''..Yeah. Missed you too,'' The teen replied, wincing from the pain his ribs were dealt with..
''So tell me, how is University? Is it everything you dreamed of?''
No.
''Yeah, it's alright.''
I don't think I've ever been unhappier.
''I just gotta say - that girlfriend of yours you brought home.. she is gorgeous! I'm so proud! Us Kurosaki men know how to pick em, huh?'' The overbearing, obnoxious doctor placed his arm around his kin. ''Tell me, you lose your virginity yet?'' Those black brows even wiggled.
Ah, jesus.
''Dad, please get out.''
Happened a while ago, actually. Ask your wife about it.
Isshin sighed. ''My kids never want me included in their life, it's so sa- Hey!'' The fake teary eyed man was forced out. The door shut in his face. ''Kids.'' He sighed.
A breath of relief released from Ichigo's lungs. He locked the damn door, returning to unpack. Orihime was probably chatting up his sisters right now.. Rukia too. He only imagined what his step mother currently felt like. That night between him and Rukia still played within his mind for months. So now, he'll see how well his ex will truly 'understand'. He squeezed his eyes shut. Was the whole baby conversation back in January a mistake? It's been so difficult to feel normal again..
But it had to be the right decision, because it made him realize where that relationship was heading.
Nowhere.
She didn't even say she loved him.
It was just some taboo, fucked up fling.
I'm better off.
He didn't even regret bringing along his girlfriend. Truthfully? The crossed young man wanted Rukia to see her. Feel her words she muttered that night. He didn't care if she would feel hurt - he knew it all too well. The face, the way she was so ready to have him once more right before he left for college. He watched the light drain from those round eyes as all he left her with was nothing.
His father's wife still loves him.
But now, now - it was too late.
The 18 year old could picture it now.. downstairs, his step mother was forcing a smile, playing pretend with Orihime. But inside, she felt as betrayed as he did that cold January night. The jealousy would turn her skin emerald green. Her heart would burn once she saw him kiss her. It would cease to exist the moment her ears picked up his voice telling her he loved her..
But it's fine, because 'she'll understand'. Then realize how wrong she was.
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Dinner was supposed to be awful, right? Movie night should of held resentful stares? Pillows and comforters weren't supposed to be offered for more warmth in Ichigo's shared bed next to Orihime? Wrong. The next few days went effortlessly. Mrs. Kurosaki had even sat right beside her step son's girlfriend during dinners, complimenting the beauty often. A line was soon to become permanent between the college freshmen's brows. Why was.. she so alright with everything?
The rest of the week was.. quite clear.
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''If you two want to take the car for a date that be fine. Just let me know, I only have one errand to run today.'' Her nose crinkled.
''Wow, Mrs. Kurosaki you're so sweet. Thank you! I think we'd love to.''
''Perfect!''
x
Isshin seemed happier than ever, dancing with his wife in the living room, stepping on her feet and apologizing profusely. Rukia never got mad. No, Rukia seemed too.. in love to get mad.
x
Orihime had even kissed her college love, right in front of everyone at a restaurant. When brown eyes tried to search lavender ones for any distaste, he never.. found any.
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''Happy Birthday!''
Rukia and his girlfriend sang, snapping him from his nightmares on a early, brisk July 15th morning. Party poppers all danced in the air and fell on his blankets. Curled lips written on both girl's faces, hoping for one back. The 19 year old forced a lopsided smile, nodding his head as Orihime exclaimed the family's plans for today.
...
Once his room was cleared and it was time to take a shower, Ichigo laid back in his bed instead.
I painfully feel it. So this is what happens when you breakup. You 'understand.' We disappeared. Our relationship, it's existence in this world… vanished without a trace… like the wind.
Did she ever care? Pathetic as it was, the teen realized he never stopped. Think about it, he came all this way to see how she would feel. Brought along a girl to make her jealous and realize her true feelings. But all Rukia could do was root for them..like it was nothing. Like her and Ichigo were nothing.
Fine.
I'll forget about you too.
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The day was soon to farewell. Ichigo caught up on some crappy reality show he didn't even want to watch as his family decorated a bit for his party. Few more hours and him and Orihime would be headed for the airport..
His neck got itchy.
Rukia had a particular dress on..
Obviously there was nothing more to it. It just.. she was wearing that the first time they -
The teen occupied his hands, cracking his knuckles and trying to look back at the tv.
''Are you after my heart, Ichigo?''
''I'd go through 1000 blades to get it.''
His nostrils flare, he rubs his head, hoping the memory burns away. The echo of their relationship was a sham - it was never -
''Don't look sad. It's your birthday, dummy.''
Rukia pulled Ichigo away from his head, gaining his attention. He sized her up before crossing his arms, looking elsewhere for a moment as his step mother sat down beside him. ''I'm not sad at all.'' He defended irritably.
''From your eyes, from the way you say your words, the body language.. All week, you've been sad.'' The tiny woman scrutinized, but she seemed genuinely curious. Ichigo wanted to roll his eyes. Then suddenly, she began to rub the nape of his neck. What the hell was this? "Listen. I have no right to know. I don't have a method of stepping into the depths of your heart without it getting dirty. So I'll wait. When you want to talk, when you think it's okay to talk...talk to me."
The younger Kurosaki's mouth set in a hard line. ''You know …You talk too much.''
Her mouth snapped shut. Rukia sucked in her cheek before failing to conceal her smile. The world's cutest laugh graced Ichigo's ears. ''Y-you bastard!''
Fuck it, he was smiling now too. Only a little.
No - no, why was she doing this? Why was she making his chest swell up all over again?
Why was she making him wish her hand wasn't going to abandon his skin again?
...
Slyly did eyes look down. That dress. It was so low cut. Her fucking tits weren't big enough to fill it out! He could see her little pink nipples. Her hand on the nape of his neck still present.
Hotly did their eyes meet. Ichigo's torso sunk deep and rose far.
Oh, fuck.
Her stepson drew his lower lip between his teeth. Rukia's own gaze investigated down below, getting stuck on that throbbing cock in his pants.
It was immediate; The woman pulled back her arm, quickly getting up and calling out to Isshin before leaving; saying something about more plates on the table. Ichigo's entire throat closed, feeling painfully dry. So much embarrassment filled his bloodstream. The shamed teen pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing himself for slipping.
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''Tell me Orihime, how did you two meet?'' Rukia quizzed, taking one more bite of cake. The pumpkin haired teen brought her hands together, blushing red as she re-pictured it.
Teasingly did Rukia stare at Ichigo, winking from across the table. His throat went dry. Was this a good thing or bad one? Why was she so happy for him?
''We have the same classes, like every single one. I think within the first week, was it the first week?''
''..Uh, yeah.''-
''- He asked me out!'' Orihime raised her shoulders, placing her excited fists just below her chin. Isshin's wife tilted her head, delighted with that answer. She even repeated the time frame..
''That quickly? How eager.'' She stuck her nose in the air toward her step son. His sisters all laughed. But was Rukia really joking?
''I'm happy you two found each other. I can tell you make him happy.''
Even Isshin picked up her dull tone that time. But Orihime didn't, smiling at Ichigo's mom. Then, Mrs. Kurosaki's mouth twisted. The beauty nibbled on her bottom lip as she smiled toward her step son.
Was she making fun of them?
God - why didn't he want to look away? Rukia had to be supernatural, a succubus witch, a fairy - something or someone who knew how to cast spells. Because the youngest male of the family was under it. Even if he pretended to hate her - it was impossible.
Fuck!
No. No - that isn't true.
I'm better off without her.
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The flight was missed, so Ichigo and Orihime would be staying one more night. His sisters and father jumped up in the air about the news. The victim of it sighed. After tonight, the college freshmen just wanted to leave. He felt so dumb for slipping. He came to show Rukia how he moved on and to see how badly she regretted it.. Now all his step mother got to do was see him act like a idiot and get hard. Like a fucking pervert!
But more importantly, besides that embarrassing mess that Rukia abandoned..
There was no feeling anymore, whatsoever. Yes. She cared for him, wanted him to excel. But truly didn't care for him. Not in the way .. he hoped.
And it hurt.
''Presents?!'' Yuzu exclaimed, wondering if her brother was finally ready to open them. No one had asked earlier, because Ichigo was always so weird about doing so in front of others. But luckily he gave in! (Just wanting to get it over with.)
The family and his girlfriend gathered around the table, handing out gifts they got.
Of course, Isshin's was a gag present. He got a great big laugh, but all Ichigo did was keep a straight, bored face as fake snakes jumped out. The girls all giggled though. Yuzu gave her big brother a drawing of the family. Karin revealed she didn't care to get a gift and Orihime handed him a big bag. Everyone watched with sparkles in their eyes. It was an adorable white bear plush that had orange hair.
''Uh, thank you. I appreciate it.''
Inoue looked sort of let down. ''Good. I asked our friend to help with the hair, he sewed the top of it! I'm glad you.. like it.''
The ginger nodded, putting it back in the bag. Isshin could see the air sort of shift, but Rukia played peace maker before he could. "He's always been bad about accepting gifts. Don't worry about it.'' Her words seem to caress her son's girlfriend's heart. Orihime's smile was brighter than the sun as she nodded.
''Rukia, what about your gift?'' Ichigo's father quizzed. Whether he'd admit it or not, it made his eyes open a little more.
''Ah, I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me~''
Ichigo's hot step mom left for a moment, coming back with a large box. Red wrapping paper crumbled atop the table as he took a look at the familiar present.. A hot, fiery delighted feeling resided deep into his bones as his gaze bore at the piece of technology. His pupils dilated. He was silent. Their eyes locked.
''All in one..Vr headset, 64 gbs..'' Karin read aloud, ''Great for.. video games, internet and streaming movies. Oh, that's pretty cool.''
Casually did the birthday boy abandon his gaze, looking back at the box at hand. ''You had that before, didn't you?'' His father asked.
Rukia smiled. ''He did, but it broke and he had to throw it away. Now he has a new one. Do you like it, Ichigo?''
the corners of his mouth turned up.
''I love it.''
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Ichigo felt confused more than ever. Rukia was more hot and cold than ever before. Once again, the 19 year old felt like a fool. After receiving his old gift that started everything between them, he was more than sure a reunion was in the works. The ginger lingered in the living room past everyone's bed time, expecting his step mother to come and sit beside him..
But she never did.
It was time to officially let it go.
The college freshmen was about to walk upstairs and join Orihime to sleep when he felt someone touch his back.
He straightened out, acting casual as he turned around to see Rukia.
''May I ask you about something? Something I learned from Inoue.''
Isshin's son scratched his neck. ''Sure.''
''Is it true? Are you unhappy in college?''
Ichigo sighed, putting his cold hands into his pockets before answering. ''I think it was just something I thought I needed to do long ago. I felt like.. it what's I should of yearned for. Now that I'm there.. Yeah, I'm unhappy.''
His step mother took a moment, holding her hands together as she stared elsewhere. ''I see. Goodnight, Ichigo.''
''Later, Rukia.''
With that, they went their separate ways..
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Orihime was peacefully asleep toward the window side, Ichigo was on the outer side of his bed, unable to drift off as easily. His chest felt heavy. His bones felt weak. His mind was fucked. Why did he even come here? Why try to make her jealous when all he wanted was.. Rukia to be his again?
Her present sat beside him, just perched up on his desk.
A fever seemed to start. His breath got a little more airy in between. Something was calling for him..
He bit the bullet, trying to be quiet as he eagerly opened it and set it up like before. Cock getting hard from every memory going through his head. He cursed under his breath, fucking up the settings once or twice before getting it work.
The hardening teen placed the headset on, his vision turned completely black before it synched up to his phone.
But Ichigo didn't open safari to search through porn videos.
He opened his camera roll..
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The teen shut his eyes tight. Hands fisted on each side of him. No - he won't keep watching. He can't. He won't continue, he won't finish. Because Ichigo was better off. It didn't matter how hard he was, how badly his body begged him to keep going.
Oculus Rift's technology was lifted from heavy eyes, sitting on the ginger's forehead now instead. The VR would serve the trash much better.
There's a quiet, rapid expulsion of air leaving Kurosaki's lips. The blanket over his hips formed a tent over a aching erection. One Rukia craving cock that didn't feel shame as it throbbed under the bedcover.
How much time had passed? The amount of times Rukia's video played was outrages, right? 2 hours in the dark, almost getting there, finally getting there then — stopping just before.
Who knew his step mother unintentionally caused the poor, insufferable teen to edge himself?
He was hopeless. Despair crept up on him and teased the dark colored soul repetitively. Even Ichigo's heart got fucked over, almost getting there, finally getting there then — stopping. The teen bumped his head, tugging on skin between brows to try and figure out how everything got so screwed.
There was a forced, calm breath then. He dragged his palm over his mouth.
Forget it.
Not only was he better off, Rukia was too. His father was. His family was. The whole ordeal with a mistake, a big, irreversible twisted mistake that somehow.. the both of them undone. So this was the right thing. —
Then the door opened.
Every fake delusion he had just tried to convince himself of vanished, kicked into a pathetic pile of ash without an ounce of shame. Ichigo's tartarean heart throbbed, no guilt, no repentance for feeling such a way. His gorgeous step mother standing by his closet, arms crossed as she scrutinized her son. Closing the gap carefully not to awake his sleeping beauty beside him - pushing his chest down as he tried to sit half way up.
Softly does Rukia's index press to her lip.
The teen is enchanted all over again, under the succubus' dirty spell.
Royal purple eyes study his face, soon wanting a taste of her finger to occupy her mouth, nibbling the tip of a digit as her head tilts slightly. The heated boy holds his breath, swallowing hard at her touch upon his bare torso. Not wanting it to stop.. Judgmental and unacceptable, all casted looks upon her husband's son. But then the older woman pulls Ichigo's blanket down. Revealing his, veiny, leaky, pulsating shame - that's when he received the best look from her.
One of a disappointed mother..
An unexpected, prayed for happiness consumed him.
No more pretending she was alright. She couldn't bare it anymore..
Rukia placed her hands atop the VR headset that was sitting on her son's forehead; Pulling it back down to his eyes. Her own glanced over to his phone on the desk, witnessing his choice of porn material that was never stopped from playing. Feeling nostalgic. The video reawakened that memory of that day, that time, and those eyes. Brown irises begging for mommy's attention, filmed in his own father's room. What a sick bastard.
That she just couldn't ignore anymore.
Uneven breathing left her step son's lips as her hand moved against his torso, getting even more tensed as her cold palm slid lower. His pretty girlfriend sleeping just beside, completely unaware her boyfriend's step mom was about to make him feel better than she ever could.
Excess wet accumulated deep down, making her inner thighs moist. Something tingled all over her skin just watching her husband's son's lips part the way they did. No more teasing, the sinful milf couldn't help it any longer; Gripping herself a girthy handful of dick, releasing a hot pent-up breath as her hand slid down to Ichigo's base. The control to restrain from touching herself non existent as she cherished her son's throbbing cock. Clear conscience groans leaving the carrot top's throat as everything made sense again. The fear of waking up soon too real as his dad's wife began to jerk him off; whilst he used her birthday present!
''Mom..- Rukia-!''
A strong, tight pressure began to build. More unbearable than before, due to how many times Ichigo had edged himself. Watching what he recorded on the VR of his step mother taking it like a champ; Whilst she pumped him beside his girlfriend - it was too much!
That's what he thought at first.
Suddenly all motion stopped and her touch was gone. His entire body became sorrowful and the teen was about to remove his headset once more to figure out what happened.. Until -
''Fuck! `''
He pulsated in thick movements, holding the side of a fist over his mouth as he groaned. The jealous milf had got on her knees, rubbing the side of his thigh; As he throbbed violently in her small throat, hot air leaving his mouth as his brows knitted together hard. Orihime dreaming of something sweet while her boyfriend's step mother wanted his cum. The teen's fist balled, clutching thick parts of his sheets. Working his hips into his father's wife with a grateful dick. The bed creaking and moving, soft, dirty muffled sounds bouncing off the walls.
One delicate hand holding her son's erection up to place kisses and leave long wet strides, all the while her other held his. Interlocking fingers as her hot eyes watched his strained features. Ichigo felt so fucking good! Being twisted with two hands in alternating directions, having his tip sucked in bobbing motions from his skilled, hot step mom, then having her take him deeeep ~
The VR was pushed aside, falling somewhere no one cared about as the ginger grabbed the back of Rukia's head. Hotly their gaze seared into one another, right before both of their vision went heaven ward. Thick white cum shooting into the back of her throat, satisfying her tastebuds as she drank every last bit down; Causing her step son to lose it from having his balls drained, pulsating loads being sucked out as his entire body was in the state of supreme bliss. She helped him find the land of nirvana, still pumping weakly as she covered his wet dick in loving kisses. The taste she missed too much and so happy to have had it again. Too grateful to have such a son who fed her well.
But then .. Rukia needed more.
The teen was still recovering and she gave him some time, whispering how much she had missed him.
''I never stopped thinking about you. I..I'm sorry.'' The ginger managed to get out, looking down at his step mother who was rubbing his thigh. Still so under her spell, thankful to have her back.
''No. Do not apologize Ichigo..'' She convinced, straightening out and holding out her palm. ''Please.. come with me.''
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The couch's cushions dipped in as the cheating couple finally kissed once more. Hot searing lips crashing, fighting hungry tongues tasting one another. Rukia grabbed a fistful of orange hair, crying out his name as he held her tight..
Their bodies collided against one another for some time.. but eventually Rukia needed him to know.
It was hard but the kiss did part. Slowly and deeply did the secret couple catch their breath. Warmly did Rukia place a hand on the side of his face.
''I just didn't want you to say 'What if' in the future. No matter what happened between us.. I don't regret it. Do you.. regret this?''
The teen didn't answer the woman laying on top of him, simply grabbing her hand instead to feel his beating heart.
She beamed softly.. So full of light again.
''Rukia, don't feel guilty. I appreciate you telling me I had room to make decisions and encouraged me to find out what I wanted. I did so. I found out. So I'm not returning to college tomorrow.''
Both hands fit on each side of her face. She was silent.
''I only want you.''
It was 4:23 AM at night. Dark and cold. Yet, in this very moment, for the both of them - it was like that brisk morning on January 1st; watching the warm, gorgeous sun.
He was surprised to see her eyes water but it wasn't out of sadness, the small woman held him tight, capturing his lips once more.
''Please Ichigo.. make love to me.'' The beauty begged, making his heart overfill and tighten. ''Please..''
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Ichigo clenched his lower muscles, making his Rukia craving cock move on it's own toward her creamy entrance. Rubbing up against her slick folds. It was so dangerous to do this; spread his bare step mother on the couch, grip his erection to drag up and down inside her wetness; Her husband could down any minute. Yet..
They puffed each other's air as their reunion was carried out. Or, in more so. Tightly did Rukia clench her palms, making fists as her attractive features scrunched up. Swollen lips open for Ichigo to lick the inside of her mouth as he sank himself further in. Groans,moans and sweet whimpers of bliss as her walls were stretched by her favorite cock. Veiny thick intrusion loved so much by her soaken wet pussy it sucked the teen even deeper. Harsh love bites as the horny, in love ginger's hips started moving more sporadically. Big fat grip of Rukia's ass as he moved harshly.
Then both hands groped and abused his mother's tiny little tits, spanking and twisting, rubbing and sucking..; Biting and pulling. She was so sore, never wanting anything but.
Her pink nipples were lapped and treasured by her step son, kissed too.
''Rukia - I ..I love you ~'' Ichigo choked, so enchanted by the goddess beneath him. Never willing to walk away from her ever again. Never allowing despair to grip him like it did..
''Ichigo..I -''
The penetration got harsher, completely unable to control as every second without Rukia was fucked back into her. Her lithe little body rocked under his larger one, sweet crys blessing his ears as her hands gripped at his back. ''Oh Ichigo! Baby, keep fucking me as hard as you want. Shove your cock deep in your mommy's p-pussy~~ Show me how much you missed me ~''
He lost it.
The sweaty college freshman held his father's wife tight, bucking his hips and making up for the lost time. Creaky couches and loud body slaps as he hammered into her. Hot, needy kisses that pulled the two of them even closer. Their connection was on fire, smoking above their working bodies.. red string of faith forever binding.
''Ichigo I - I love you!'' The 27 year old finally said, felt so long ago..
It was like she shattered his world. His old one and made a new one. No more drowning water he could ever fall into. The complete loss or absence of hope was no more. Because of Rukia, his destiny was changed then and there.
I remember now... why I wanted to be with you so badly.
Thank you Rukia, thanks to you I know the rain... has stopped.
Each stride was perfect, pulling his foreskin all the fucking way back to relish in Rukia's perfect hot velvety silk. Her fat little pussy gushed around him, accepting it's pounding with thankfulness. Utterly bullied by her step son's cock and begging for more.
''Please Ichigo, I'm not on the pill, p-please cum inside me.'' The heated woman begged, wrapping her legs around his waist, arching her back to feel him even deeper. Eyes going wide as his thick cock hit every. right. part. of her. Those pink insides squeezing him hard.. But Ichigo nearly stopped, unsure of what she had just said. Did she? ''-I want your babies, please make a baby inside me ~''
Is that truly what feeling whole was?
''R-Rukia-'!'
They groaned into one another's mouth to muffle their orgasms; Sucking each other's lips as Ichigo Kurosaki's hot seed shot inside his step mother's uterus. His second thick load after load, filling her up with intent as her delighted pussy throbbed hard around him. Tightening unlike before and gaining the teen to see sweet, sweet stars. Moan her name like it was the first time. Thick rock hard wave of euphoria slapping and shaking their world over and over. The milf was panting, completely spent and thankful, tasting Isshin's son's lips all over again..
Whispering how much they love each other as their bodies craved an even tighter embrace..
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The next morning all anyone knew was Orihime Inoue left crying, snagging her plane ticket and leaving without saying goodbye.
Ichigo's sisters only shrugged.
''I assume he broke up the girl. Perhaps she was no good for him,'' Isshin suggested.
''I agree..'' Rukia smirked.
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Once Isshin had a talk with his son, he helped him with submitting a withdrawal request. They had talked through his reasons and everyone agreed he would be happier not apart of university anymore. Plus, his father was overjoyed hearing his son's interest in working the clinic! The older Kurosaki had actually abandoned it, having a job at the Karakura Hospital. Knowing it will be put to good use by none other than his own son was fantastic! Of course, there was quite some time for Isshin's kin to learn everything he didn't know already, which is only a little but still required lot of practice - but who other than Ichigo's own father to teach!?
Yuzu and Karin were happy about the decision, getting to see their brother more often.
But Rukia was ecstatic.
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It was cold mid August in Japan. The Kurosaki's were very happy. Not a complaint insight. Ichigo was officially home, too. He never remembered feeling this way and not having the fear of it being stolen or ruined.
Isshin Kurosaki was the same, because he has news to deliver..
''Well.. you're probably wondering why I gathered you all to sit here in the front.''
''Hurry up old man..'' Karin sighed, earning a giggle from Rukia.
''Well.. I ran some tests and.. RUKIA IS PREGNANT!''
The twins smiled and turned purple soon after their dad got ahold of them. They were all too busy to notice the way Ichigo was staring at Rukia. He looked so glad, Isshin might think his son was the father of the baby! ...
xD Lol. Hmm, wonder who is the dad? Hope you liked it. Next chapters will not be this long! Lol