Hope all is well and you're staying safe out there. Remember to replace your masks and sanitize :) Thanks to the reviewers who asked for a longer chapter. Alright, I added two in one! Lol, little story here as well like last time but lemons ARE included, haha (Mid/ then mostly at the end!) Fingers crossed you enjoy ;) Next chapter however, I do plan on keeping them a lot more shorter compared to this one xD
thanks for reading, see you next time!
Chapter 8
The Truth
''Have a good day, sweetie.'' The glowing woman smiled, waving off to her son beside his father doing the same. Isshin snapped to himself, remembering something he needed to tend to; and leaving early before his college student would take off. Rukia couldn't help but close the gap between her and Ichigo's car, holding the bottom of her growing belly to poke her head through the passenger side window. ''We'll be waiting for you. I'll be waiting for you..'' She hinted.
The 19 year old couldn't help but punch the inside of his cheek with a tongue. Impish little smirk. ''I guess I can skip a class or two.''
Isshin's wife took a second. Her eyes lit up, then recognition dawned on her features. ''No! You will not do such a thing..'' After all, she only wanted the best for him. ''I won't be going anywhere.'' There was a all too genuine look now. A serious one. ''..You're worth the wait, Ichigo Kurosaki.''
The corner of his mouth quirked up.
''Come here.'' Early voice was raspy and his father's wife didn't mind obeying it. There's a quick kiss. A peck. Very mother and son. Until well, it isn't. Another peck. Rukia's guilty. One soft hand perched up on his shoulder as he leaned more toward her, feeling that smile with the tilt of their heads.
It was hard to part but the two had an obligation to.
The rear view mirror was adjusted as he drove off, watching his secret lover grow more distant in the reflection. A hand on her belly, not leaving until he cut the corner. The mother of his baby. God.. I love you.
Hirosaki University's drive was a smooth one. The Medical school was much more closer than the other; By hours. Only a 20 minute drive! Of course, back when Ichigo withdrew a few months ago Isshin was on board. But when the older Kurosaki found out his son wanted to opt out of campus living and re-enroll to a school in town, it was a different story.
''When you're in campus, you can be doing things, about which you could never tell your parents!'' The big jock of a father elbowed his son suggestively. ''I mean, c'mon boy! Don't you think the college experience is living there? Meeting new people? ..Get out there and have sex! Hell, make a baby!''
...
Wide amethyst eyes met copper ones. How long could their lips lay in a flat line?
Holy shit. If only his son could tell him he did already..
But then the eldest Kurosaki began to suggest other Universities, other degrees, other ideas..
If Rukia had never stepped in those few months ago, the poor teen might of just backed away from all of it. Ichigo didn't cave into pressure nor was he overwhelmed. But man, did his father make him have second guesses. Isshin's young wife sat beside the two men at the kitchen table, rubbing a comforting hand down her son's back. ''Enough,'' She softly scolded her husband. ''Let him make his own decisions. The only individual who knows what is best for Ichigo.. is Ichigo.'' Speaking of, the beauty turned to him. ''If you want an opinion, I will give it. If you want an answer in which direction to go..because you are feeling lost - you will receive it. But if you choose to tell me your decision, I will not try to change it.'' Now amethyst eyes met copper ones again, but the orbs belonged to someone else this time.
The doctor was reprimanded with that one! His lips bunched to the left.. He was wrong for that.
''Rukia is right son, I'm sorry.''
Ichigo played it off, shaking the whole thing away with a simple left and right of his face. ''It's alright, old man.''
After that, the eldest Kurosaki even helped him with the paperwork; Even the schedule to a degree. Rukia alongside the entire time. The long nights of doubt she was there, promising him there was no use in feeling doubt or fear. Hirosaki University would be fools not to accept him; and she was right. The father- to- be got in! It wasn't going to be easy.. The ginger would attend medical school generally for four years (2 years basic science and 2 years clinical). Then obtain an MD, but not licensed to practice just yet. He'd have to do a residency for some time before officially working in the clinic.
But you know what?
It was everything he wanted. The 19 year old was more happy than he'd ever been. Because to Rukia, he was worth waiting for; Luckily for her, she only had to wait until 4 PM every day..
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His classes held the same subject yet felt different in Hirosaki. Ichigo's focus was untouchable. Not a word went unheard; not a lesson in any of those classes went over his head. Was it simply knowing she was 20 minutes away? Can't tell her that. She might scold me for putting her first.. The teen wanted to laugh.
The end of his last 90 minute lecture was coming close.
After it did a few girls had come up to him, offering the ginger an invite to party. One very obviously into him.
''Sorry, I don't drink.'' The teen scowled, looking uninterested.
''You like, really don't have to. Why not just hang out with me~''
''I have a pregnant girlfriend.''
''Oh - Sorry.''
He readjusted his bag before walking off. American students were quite direct. At least they can take a no.
The last thing on his mind was fucking around. The mere idea of even flirting with another almost made his chest hurt. Cheating on a pregnant girl? That was fucked up. People who did such a thing were pieces of garbage.
Like he was, technically...
The way his father had been so helpful these past few months (after Rukia set him straight) .. Ichigo can't help but feel bad. He's infatuated with his dad's damn wife and made a kid with her. The old man thinks it's his for crying out loud..! The whole situation was done past wrong. Not like the teen didn't acknowledge it. Yet; he was unwilling to change it..
Who knows? Had she never said those three words maybe Ichigo could of walked away. Perhaps it would of been easy like that. But now, with a child on the way - splitting up was out of the question. No matter how hard guilt tried to tear at Ichigo's heart. He simply loved her too much.
The truth was Isshin's wife had told her step son the news a little earlier; regarding the 'new addition' to the family... His father didn't realize he and Rukia had never been intimate off of the pill. The only person she stopped taking them for was Ichigo, for that one week. Then she was pregnant.
The drive home couldn't come fast enough.
Just picturing her made his heart race. Made his eyes burned with anticipation. But none of it was like before; To see her to ravage her, taste her when no was looking. It was simply to be within Rukia Kurosaki's presence. Hear her ask for a massage, knead her aching back from being in her second trimester, carrying his baby. The passenger seat holding her favorite food just to see her surprised smile.
God.. I love you.
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There was car parked in the lot when the teen arrived home. Almost familiar but no rings sounded off. He noticed his father wasn't home yet neither. Pumpkin colored brows compete in height.
Ichigo parked his new car in the driveway as well, grabbing his bag and books before walking up to the door way. The voice gave it away immediately. The 19 year old couldn't help but sigh as he took off his shoes.
"So tell me, does Kurosaki treat you well in bed..?" Rukia lost the color in her face. How did 'May I have some tea' turn into sex talk!?
"That's really not appropriate conversation and none of your business, you pervert."
''I can make it my business~''
"Uncle, why did you show up?" The teen groaned, taking a seat next to his step mother. The blonde man sitting across got a chuckle, airing his heated skin off with a hand fan. "Because I missed my nephew and nieces of course! .."
Que the eye roll from the teen.
"That wasn't very nice.. You've killed my spirits.'' Kisuke fake-ly pouted. ''Just wanted to check on you. What's the harm in that?''
''I walked in and you were acting like hentai protagonist with dad's wife.''
''Noooo, there's no way I, a mere handsome and sexy shopkeeper, could possibly want to re-enact a hentai with your step mom!''
The small woman shook her head, getting up to excuse herself. ''- I'm going to - Oh, thank you Ichigo!'' Rukia exclaimed, grabbing the food beside her she had just seen now. ''How sweet, my favorite. I'll go see what the girls are up to upstairs and bring them down to eat. Let me know if you two need something,'' She offered before going, placing the take out on the kitchen table before heading off.
As soon as she did, Hat and Clogs dropped his fan, abandoning his seat to take one beside the ginger instead. His features hardened as his uncle got comfortable.
''So tell me, Ichigo..how long has your relationship with her been going on?
The teen gave him a once-over. ''What the hell is wrong with you?''
''Love in each other's eyes, the special food.. I'm suppose to believe she looks that happy with your father who resembles an ape?'' The hat casting a shadow upon his eyes didn't hide the way they narrowed. For a second.. just a second, the 19 year old had the fear of him knowing the truth. Could he?
Then the blonde man began to laugh.
That was close..
''I really did miss you all. It's going to be hard when the girls come down. I feel 11 whenever I look at them, as if I'm looking at my sister when she was the same age. They share such a resemblance to Masaki. She simply copied and pasted..''
Enough small talk already. Ichigo's uncle only showed up when it mattered. ''So what's the big idea, huh? Why did you decide to pop into our lives again?''
Kisuke's mouth twisted. ''My, I hit a nerve? Did I have to make reservations to spend time with family? Or you just want me out of the way so you can have Rukia all to yo-''
''Hi Uncle!'' Both girls exclaimed at the same time, well - Yuzu did, Karin sighed.
''Girls!'' Their real mother's brother sang.
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The early dinner went off better than expected. The only thing missing was Isshin. Ichigo could tell Rukia was trying to get into contact with him during their food, texting her husband but only seeing blue on her messages. Eventually she gave up and just focused on what was in front of her, the whole while Ichigo was receiving a nice leg massage under the table.
Once the older woman realized Kisuke's humor it was a little easier to get along with him. Annoying, yes. But he wasn't a bad person. He had even brought bags of candy for the girls.
''Ichigo, did you know Isshin didn't even pick out that car you're driving?'' Their uncle spilled.
The med school student's forehead furrowed. ''What do you mean?''
''If it wasn't for your sexy step mom,'' Karin and Yuzu covered their faces and sighed. ''You would of ended up in some beaten old starter car! How lovely is that?''
A set of brown eyes met purple ones for assurance. She simply was too modest to nod. ''Well, no - Isshin di - I do not deserve the credit. I simply told your father you'd get more value out of a newer car. Less miles, better safety features..''
''Hear that, Ichigo? Your old man wanted you in a car that was gonna break down and could of killed you!''
''Wha - No! What is wrong with you!?'' Rukia scrutinized, holding back a laugh. ''That is in-correct.''
Well, the teen didn't know how to react. He was never materialistic; but finding out Rukia was the one who made sure he got a nice car was quite.. sweet.
''..Thank you. I appreciate it.''
''Please, don't even worry about such a thing.'' She beamed.
What a wonderful sentiment. Until his uncle ruined it; That look he gave Ichigo was all too telling; And that wink.
The teen shook his head.
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It was getting late then and Kisuke finally grabbed his coat to head out. The older man explained to his nephew why he had shown up in the first place. The only problem was Isshin never returned home. All he wanted to do was speak to him about something. ''Next time, I guess. I had fun annoying you though.''
''Yeah, see you.''
But the blonde didn't walk to his car, instead he stopped in his tracks and turned around. Oh no, here we go.
''Give your step mom a nice, big kiss for me. Bye-bye ~''
Jesus christ.
Finally, he closed the door - locking it too for good measure. When the teen returned to the living room it was empty. Except for one.
He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her from behind, kissing her cheek as he bent down; feeling the bottom of her belly. Rukia was scarlet then, chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to phone her son's father once again. Suddenly - Ichigo's eyes glinted and his voice got loud. ''It moved! I- I felt the baby kick me!''
Another big kiss was delivered to his secret girlfriend's cheek as joy overtook him. Rukia giggled as she cancelled the phone call, pressing her hands over her step son's. More gasps left his lips as he re-located his palms, his chest letting out more excited air as their son or daughter really let his hand have it. ''I can't believe it!'' Honey eyes glistened as he couldn't stop smiling ear to ear. Pure awe at the little movements against him. ''He's gonna be a kick boxer, for sure.''
Rukia laughed, turning around and sinking deep into the aroma and love in the air. Ichigo never looked so happy. It warmed her heart to an extent unknown. With the coast clear of the Kurosaki girls, she pulled her secret lover down for a kiss.
''I love you.'' She whispered and it settled like a balm, melting deep into his skin.
No, he truly hadn't been this happy before.
Suddenly, the door opened and the couple had to part, straightening out like nothing.
Isshin walked in with a long face, putting his things down. His wife told him about the visit from his ex- brother in law; but the man seemed annoyed, not caring and even groaning when Rukia vacuumed a little too close to his feet. She blinked, apologizing before heading in another direction. Then the mumbling started. Even Ichigo was confused.
''Dad, everything okay?''
''I do not care about Kisuke. Also, it be nice if there was food to eat. Or if the house wasn't being cleaned when I walked in.''
A muscle in her jaw twitched. The glowing pregnant woman crossed her arms, having enough. ''Well excuse me, you came back home 5 hours late. Your son had food ready for all of us to eat if you would of arrived on time. The house is also spotless, by the way. Your daughters and I cleaned it quite some time ago. I was only vacuuming to tidy up a bit. Is there something else you'd like to complain about?''
''..You could of quit calling me as well.''
Okay. Now things were enough.
''What is your problem?'' Ichigo snapped, walking up to his taller father. ''Leave her alone. She waited all day for you to come home and the first thing you do is talk down to her.''
The man gave him a dirty look. ''If you try to tell me how I should treat my wife I w-''
''Ichigo, go to your room. Let this go.''
The teen's head snapped toward Rukia who was suddenly acting like his mother for the first time. ''What?''
''Now. Let your father and I talk.''
His shoulders fell and he reluctantly listened, feeling a bit sour about the whole thing.. But he didn't truly leave, only walking a few steps to eavesdrop on their conversation. Apparently the reason his father was pissed was due to being warned about something at work. He wanted to be transferred to another hospital any way. Then Rukia actually told him she had a connection with someone who was related to that hospital's board of directors. His father seemed all to pleased then, apologizing for acting like an asshole. That didn't mean anything to Ichigo. Who treated their pregnant wife that way over something at work? The med student felt pissed. Not to mention the way his father seemed saddened by the rejection of sex soon after. 'You never want to do anything with me anymore.' He pouted to his bride. Then when Rukia said she was pregnant and everything was much more sensitive than before, his father seemed to take that as a invitation; instead of a explanation as to why she was saying 'no.'
The teen almost ran down stairs when he thought he heard a struggle. But it was simply Isshin playing with his wife's sensitive breast while trying to kiss her..
''Pl-please, not now.''
The older Kurosaki signed. ''Okay, sorry.''
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The next few weeks went well. Isshin was in a better mood and actually got to transfer to his sought after hospital (thanks to his wife). Everyone was happier, especially Rukia. But that was probably due to all the massages she got to get from Ichigo.
''Very good son! Keep rubbing! During your step mother's first prenatal visit, her pelvis was examined to decide if it's roomy enough to deliver the baby,'' The oldest Kurosaki began to explain. ''- But nature has also provided a way to help create more space in and around a woman's pelvis, and that's by secreting pregnancy hormones, including one known as relaxin, to loosen joints and ligaments! Relaxin not only relaxes ligaments in a woman's pelvis to prepare her for labor and delivery though, it also stretches joints and ligaments all over the body. This can lead to back pain and sciatica, or pain along the sciatic nerve — which starts in the lower back and runs through the backside and down the leg. So please, deep tissue massages all over your mommy!''
Rukia couldn't help but smirk at her son..
''You heard him, Ichigo..'' She whispered..
A red flush ran across his nose and cheeks. ''Of course, mom.''
The short beauty was laying on the couch, letting her legs rest over her step son's that he worked out the knots from. The teen couldn't help but feel a little.. heated, moving closer to her thighs under a summer dress, as she let out sweet little hums of relief. But it sounded a awful lot like something else.. But the student swallowed, trying to ignore it.
''So tell me, do you think we can do natural birth?''
Isshin sat across then, relaxing his arms on the frame. ''We'll know once we're closer to your due date. Your stature is quite small. Too small.. But I will be the one to deliver, no matter what we go through with; you and the baby will be safe in my arms! I'm the best at delivering them!''
She smiled.
''So how was your day?''
''It w -''
Both of the Kurosaki's stopped talking at once. The raven haired woman couldn't hide her giggle.
Isshin spoke then, assuming his wife was curious about his first. ''It was.. it was good.''
She nodded. ''That's great to hear. Ichigo?''
''I'm learning quite a bit, more than I realized. It's all in the little things I didn't pay attention to growing up. I really have to study more. It's almost intimidating, but I'll do it.'
There was a tilt to her head. She was sort of waiting for his father to speak up, offer help since this was quite literally his department (she didn't want to step on anyone's toes); But Ichigo's dad didn't, simply interested much more on his phone - ''I'd love to help you any way I can.'' The step mother offered, receiving a little smile in response.
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It was bright early morning, everyone was asleep as the college student finished up an essay. The teen groaned, scratching his forehead and neck. Completely stuck. The willingness to complete what was in front of him fading. This wasn't him, he wasn't a quitter. But damn, this sucked.
Suddenly a cup of coffee and a tiny plate of chocolates were placed beside his work.
''Please, place some of your workload onto my shoulders. We can do it together.''
Damn, she was cute.
''You wouldn't last one day in med school Rukia. Not with that positive attitude.'' He insisted, biting down on some delicious brown candy; swallowing it down with sweet hot drink.
Her nose crinkled, joining him at the kitchen's table. ''Oh, is that so? How would I, then? Sulk around, write incoherently and sigh?''
Ichigo couldn't help but push air out of his nose. ''Well, yeah.''
''No really,'' Rukia insisted, smiling. ''How is school and what do they expect of you; homework wise? You are always so tense.''
''Well for starters.. they expect about 1 BS 1-3 page "reflection" paper every few months or so. I take at home multiple choice quizzes 1-3 times per week, random idle group discussions that I might need to prep for about 1 time per week, more bullshit clinical exposure stuff that is useless but drains your time and my school also does 1-2x monthly physiology worksheets; that you need to turn in online and discuss in class. Also I might need to prep for anatomy labs. There's probably more BS that I'm not remembering right now. But the jist is - a lot.''
''Yet you've come this far..'' His milf applauded, rubbing her hand down his leg once more. ''Why don't you fill out your paper. I'll encourage you..every line.''
''Encourage me? Wh - ah. Mmhf-ffuck,''
The teen was caught off guard, seeing his step mom rest her little chin on her palm, eyes locked onto his; the whole while she used her other palm to tease his cock through jeans. That's what she means, huh? He involuntarily bent inward, brows raised as he began to write. Holding back from making any more sounds.. trying to bite down to muffle it.
''By assessing these difficult situations from all relevant perspectives and - Shit, that feels so good..'' He quietly groaned against his fist, snapping out of it to return to his work. Rukia's own hot eyes visited his paper, reading each new line he produced and rewarding him for doing so.. ''working to integrate the knowledge I've gained from exploring narratives, - just unzip me already.'' The horny teen begged, dropping his pencil for a moment to grab her delicate hand, about to force her to do what he asked until she denied him.
''No. Finish first.''
He sighed through his smile. Damnit.
Her hand remained on his growing hard on, too sensitive to her touch - way too sensitive. It's been too long after all..
Chewing on the pencil's eraser as he rocked his thighs ever so gently, closing his eyes at the feeling of her against his swollen shaft.
''No cheating~'' Rukia teased, lifting her palm so the friction faded. God - it turned him on even more! He pulsated in his pants, so needy for his teacher's touch. If only.
''I have begun to -'' He resumed to write, hovering his pencil over the sheet, waiting for his step mom's hand to return to his hard dick. Biting his lower lip when it did. ''reflect upon the impact the humanities can have on medical - Just massage the h-head.''
''You know just exactly what you like, Ichigo. You deserve to have it that way.''
His features hardened as he tried to focus on his paper, failing miserably. Eyes going heavenward, brows bunching up as he tried to keep his mouth shut. One soft hand pushing it's lower half up and down his erection, kneading gently at him while her fingers hyper focused on his tip; Feeling it out, tracing the shape of him through his clothes. Drawing circles against it. So proudly did it show itself off, twitching delightedly in Rukia's loving care. ''- c..are. In a world that has become increasingly ..data driven, where ..p..atients c - I'I-m gonna cum just from this, fuuck.''
That news excited his father's wife, making her chew her moist lips. ''Are you gonna cum in your pants because of mommy?'' She whispered hot against his ear.. fueling a sinful fire of desire and an approaching, filthy climax.
''..You can't wait to get back inside me, can you?''
''..Rukia..!''
He winced hard, head low. Both hands balled on the table as his features scrunched up; Jaw clenched hard and body rejoicing in the sweet, sweet bliss of a Rukia Kurosaki handjob. Deep, early voice groan as he tightened down below; Lower body pulsating as he emptied his workload onto his thigh. Soggy spots appearing in his jeans. Plethora of gratitude and curses slipped from his lips as his step mother jerked off his cumming cock. Double barreled shot of explict bliss from down below, traveling all over his skin and deep into his bones. Jagged breaths then. Weakly did their gazes meet.
''You're almost done now, are you not?'' She quizzed, all to proudly.
He couldn't respond for a moment, only offering a impish smirk. ''..Yeah. Thanks, mom.''
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The next few months went by quickly and well. It was sort of different not being intimate with her for so long, but that didn't matter. What was weird however was their relationship and it's growth. It sort of became .. well - normal. After his classes were over and he'd come home, everyone would spend time together as a family. With Isshin's new position he was out later. But that didn't translate to rocking his bed or secret hand jobs in the shower. It somehow meant more of a window for the two to become closer elsewhere.
Rukia studied with him. She'd quiz him, raise up that logic skill and massage his shoulders when researching was becoming a bitch. Wake him up extra early with a nice kick to snap his ass into gear. The teenager thought he was gonna go mad by the fifth week but he began to love that part.
With Mr. Kurosaki not returning home until 9 PM, Ichigo and his girlfriend found themselves going to restaurants and the theatres, visiting theme parks with the kids. Laughing and creating memories. Eventually Isshin had to thank his son for taking on the dad role (more than he even realized..) and Ichigo began to feel..bad.
These moments truthfully belonged to him. Hey, the night time kiss before bed was suppose to be Isshin's too. But his 19 year old son got to take it all.
''I'm proud of you. Thank you for being there for Rukia. I wish I could be home more. Wow, my son is such a man..I can't wait for you to meet your brother or sister soon. I'm gonna tell them how much they need to look up to you!''
The teen didn't know how to react. Sure, this wasn't the first time his father muttered 'I'm proud' but it felt different this time and the ginger felt something twist deep within his heart. Something spiky recoiled and it muddied his insides. An ugly grip took ahold of his chest and promised not to let go. An unbearing guilt he had stuffed far away finally at the surface..
Ichigo Kurosaki loved his father - even under the circumstances and everything he had done - Isshin was his old man.
I'm so sorry dad..
Tears seemed to well up as the teen tried to sleep that night, pangs of guilt kept him awake. Perhaps it was emotions due to the birth of his child being so near. Only a month away.. But his chest winced. He was the perpetrator of unspeakable horrific deeds.. Picturing his father earlier, the way he glanced uncomfortably at the man who raised him; Who was rubbing the belly of a woman he thought was all his.
I'm so sorry dad.. I'm a piece of garbage.
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Classes let out early. A professor got sick so Ichigo got to come home around 2 PM instead. When he did, a familiar car was parked there now. Irritation clouded his features. Why was his uncle here again? Not like his father was home to talk to him or whatever. With the way he was pervy with Rukia last time Ichigo was more pissed off than pleased to see his relative.
He kicked his shoes off and walked into the house, ignoring the blonde man calling out his name.
Yuzu and Karin were down stairs too, with Rukia giving them some spending money. She lit up when she saw him. The teen shot her a curious look about the green bills to which she explained. ''Your uncle is taking them to the mall. Since you came home early, why don't you go too? Enjoy yourself instead of being locked in the house all day.''
''Please Ichigo!~'' Urahara begged, in a fake little girl voice.
Kurosaki cringed. ''Sure. We'll take my car instead.'' Better off, since his sisters won't have to sit in Kisuke's weed mobile..
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It was Thursday so the mall was pretty empty. The two men followed their kin into each store, standing by as they shopped. The blonde Kurosaki was a fan of barbies while the raven haired one was more of a shoe fan. Muttering about how she needed that certain pair to kick someone's ass on the soccer field.
''You see your old man much?'' Kisuke quizzed, looking idly at some Nike's.
Ichigo shrugged, hands in his pockets. ''No. Not a whole lot.''
Kisuke smiled. The teen didn't see it, but he heard it. ''I did~''
...
His expression closed up in response. ''What does that mean?''
But the two were soon bombarded by the twins who were done with their purchases. ''Can we go to the cafeteria now?''
''Why not?'' Kisuke agreed.
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Sitting in the parking lot of Kurosaki's Clinic, the girls grabbed their stuff, huddled together and ran back into the house. It was raining and they feared their umbrellas might of broke if they took their time, leaving their uncle and brother in the car.
''Aren't you gonna ask, Ichigo?''
The teen sighed. His nostrils flared.
''What did you mean by that earlier?''
Kisuke adjusted his hat.
''..Did your old man ever mention something about his old job at Karakura hospital? Something about 'Getting warned'?''
Brown orbs searched for something in the distance, trying to remember.. recognition dawned on Ichigo's features. ''Yeah, he did. Months ago.''
''Did you ever figure out what that 'something' was?''
Apricot colored brows knitted together. No answer.
''You spent too much time fucking your mother, Ichigo.''
Okay, enough. ''Stop saying shit like that already.'' The ginger exhaled. ''One of these days someone is gonna hear your jokes they'll get hurt. That's sick.''
''..Have you seen how happy Mrs. Kurosaki is? Even before the baby in her oven, I'd see her walking into a store or picking you up from somewhere. You two were fucking like animals, I bet my life on it! A woman that happy, that in love - wouldn't have a husband FUCKING another woman at work! Would she?'' The hat wearer dropped the bomb, finishing his revealing with some fanning upon his face.
Ichigo lost the color within his own. Brown orbs went wide. His expression completely dulled.
''..He - dad is..? What are you talking abou -''
''Just like when you were in Masaki's stomach, your father is cheating like the garbage he always was.''
...
The storm was struck by lightning then. Shock was layered on the teen in thick patches. Ichigo was silent, feeling heat within his veins and seeing things on a heightened scale of red and blue and black. His own actual mother was also cheated on!? ''Wh-'' His heart seemed to skip.
''I'm so disappointed Ichigo, so very disappointed. I thought your father would of changed. He's been avoiding me for a reason. Even now, with a hot young girl who is out of his league once again, he still cheats. The poor bastard can't last without pussy for very long. What a prick!''
No, there had to be an explanation - none of this made sense..
He tried to find one, the ginger teen sat still and quiet for minutes, his hands fisted as he struggled to find an explanation.
''Your mother caught him 20 years ago. Now I caught him. You're probably wondering how.. I got a frequent customer at my store who works with him. Always complains. However, few months ago - they gave me some new juicy gossip. What's really sad.. is the mistress didn't work at his old job. She simply visited for some paper work. The new hospital he works at.. the one Rukia helped him get into - that mistress - works there. How fucked up is that?''
The college student was frozen, rooted into place. His stomach twisted. Sure, Rukia is cheating too - but his father was.. his father was a good man. Not someone who breaks the promise of marriage - not with the 'mother' of his baby. The earth seemed the crumble beneath. But perhaps there was no truth to it.. because it was hard to believe in.
''If you don't trust me, look at his phone. Her name is Satomi. Older lady.''
Ichigo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. ''Why did you even tell me this, any way?''
''Your father is a coward. He's hiding from me. You, he'll listen to. I don't want Masaki's daughters to go through another loss. Tell him he's been caught and maybe he'll change.'' With that, the stoner got out of the car and into his own, waving through his window before taking off. The teen sunk deep into his seat. What was he to do? No way he'd reveal such a thing. The last thing Rukia needed was hearing this - not that Isshin cheating would be a big deal. She was in love with Ichigo, after all. But any stress while she was pregnant was nothing he'd be responsible for.
But the actual party who needed to be held responsible wasn't home yet..
The teen put his keys back into the ignition.
xxxx
Ichigo's face went blank. His eyelids drooped low; so over this bullshit explanation..
Everything Kisuke said - it was the truth. The ginger visited his father at work, walked into his office and walked into it! The woman excused herself and left. His father sat embarrassed. His son had walked in as he kissed his mistress upon his desk, clutching her behind.
''What the fuck is wrong with you?'' The doctor's kin berated, shaking his head as he refused to sit down.
Guilt a predator, and Isshin was it's prey; he was paralyzed to escape and doomed to be devoured by the gruesome beast within. ''I made a mistake..''
''Oh, it's a 'mistake' now? How could you do that to Rukia?''
But truthfully, Ichigo wasn't that upset over him cheating over Rukia. The rain wouldn't let up and it was crying Masaki.
''Please, Ichigo. Do not make this harder on me. I know - I know I fucked up.''
''She's pregnant.'' Oh, how badly the teen wish to reveal the truth now, tell him how he knew of his past infidelity. Tell his father how he was actually going to have a grandson soon. ''Yet you hurt her like this? After she got you this job?''
The older man hung his head low..
''She doesn't sleep until you come home, she waits around the hour. Time after time you just put her down like she's nothing..'' So many revelations revealed themselves. It was almost like therapy. ''..You really are a piece of garbage, dad.''
''Ichigo..'' His father whimpered, in disbelief his own son had muttered such a thing.
But with that, the college student, and Rukia's secret lover, left.
xxxx
The next week seemed pretty..normal. Surprisingly.. Isshin had started to come home a lot earlier than before. Rukia questioned such a thing, excited by the news. The older Kurosaki simply lied, saying he got a schedule change. The ginger was in shock still, unable to recover fully. So dad's been cheating that long?
It didn't matter if he stopped seeing that other woman. Knowing he also cheated on Ichigo's real mother and then repeated it all over again..- the teen's hands fisted as he grit his teeth. He had to excuse himself, leaving dinner early; Completely unable to sit somewhere and be forced to look at him..
It was laughable now. Feeling guilt for everything? Nope. Turns out, this was all Isshin's karma. Ichigo didn't feel an ounce of shame anymore. Everything he and Rukia had done was justified fully. He felt good for doing it!
xxxx
The day after, around 9 PM when the kids went up stairs Isshin had pulled his wife aside. The college student hid by the stairs, eavesdropping once more.. Then, he was surprised. Ichigo had heard everything. His father confessed and didn't make any excuses. There was trouble in his voice. He obviously dwelled on his mistakes and couldn't keep it in anymore. Rukia took it with grace and told him it was alright. Her lack of love leaving her unhurt by the situation; but she did put on a good act of being so.
The 'love of her life' got on his knees to apologize, promising he would never look at another woman. It was quite pathetic in Rukia's mind. Truthfully, if Ichigo hadn't existed Mrs. Kurosaki would of left on the spot.
''Lift from your knees, it is fine. I forgive you.''
''R-really? Oh I love you! I love you and will treat you like a queen! I'm so sorry!'' The tall doctor repeated, picking up his pregnant wife to cover her in smooches. To be honest it sort of pissed off Ichigo. He soon left, walking into his room and shutting the door in the process..
xxxx
The upset Kurosaki could see her point, feeling more neutral about everything. Rukia really had a way to talk to someone. It was incredible. You couldn't fight her arguments and the particular subject at hand made a lot of sense.
''If it wasn't for you, the girls.. I would of left. But him cheating?'' The corner of her mouth quirked up. ''Ichigo..I sucked his son's cock for months!'' She whispered, teasingly hiding the side of her lips with a hand. ''Hah.. It's okay, really. I almost feel bad for the fool.''
His mouth curved into a smile. ''I don't.''
''I'm sorry. I do feel bad regarding your mother though. That.. was quite horrible.'' A comforting hand found itself behind his back again, moving alongside his spine. ''But do not let your heart dwell on such a thing. It's dreadfulness will accomplish nothing. Even she forgave him and spent time being happy instead of upset. She loved you all despite of it and that saved them. Be grateful for that.''
Their gazes met and Ichigo remembered why he had fallen in love.
Rukia always found a way to dry his rain.
xxxx
Not that the guilt part faded but the last few days Isshin started to impress Ichigo. Even if all he did was kiss Rukia's ass, it was a nice start. But it really got on the teen's nerves sooner than later. Now he regretted catching his father..
The older Kurosaki came home everyday with flowers and expensive dinner reservations. Foot rubs galore and compliments constantly. His girlfriend was blushing!
But whenever she'd look toward the med student's way, he'd receive a wink.
Once the kid was here she'd have to pay for all those giggles! ~
xxxx
It was late March now. Rukia's due date was approaching. April 15th was going to be very important to Ichigo and he found himself counting it down.
With his father coming home early, he didn't get to baby shop the way he had hoped. Simply being a back seat passenger and not getting to give any input. Which was fine, kind of. His dad knew a lot more about car seats and what not. He raised three kids. But the teen did feel a little sour about it regardless.
When the day was said and done though, he did get to build the crib; so something good happened.
''Ichigo, where's dad?'' Karin quizzed, impressed with the assortment in front of her.
''I'm not sure, he was suppose to help me with this but left a little while ago.'' The ginger replied, getting up and moving the tools back in it's box.
''Oh - uh, mom asked me to get him. We thought he was with you.''
''Is everything okay?'' The teen asked, testing the sturdiness of the crib before him.
''Her water broke.''
''WHAT?''
xxxx
Ichigo sat in the waiting room, panicking bad. Rukia was in a lot of pain. Crying from it. A simple dull backache and pressure in her pelvis, 15 minutes later she realized she was going through preterm labor.
Twelve calls to his father. Eighteen text. Not one single reply. It made the anxious young man fume. Rukia needed him, Ichigo needed him. Hell - he was supposed to deliver the baby! You really let us down, dad. I can't believe this.
No .. I can.
xxxx
Yuzu and Karin fell asleep. It was nearly 4:30 AM.. 14 hours since they had arrived. Not an ounce of sleep greeted their brother but he never tried. His whole body was on edge, every nerve too tight and every muscle too tense. When he seen a nurse finally heading his direction without a smile on his face.. his stomach twisted and turned.
''Where is her husband?'' The man quizzed.
''He isn't here,'' The teen irritably groaned. ''..I- I'm her step son.''
''Okay. Listen, we couldn't get in contact with him neither. Isshin Kurosaki was going to deliver the baby and possibly perform a c-section. He never showed. Your mother has been in labor for hours with no progress. We had a last minute Obstetrician take over your father's role and he is going to perform the surgery. Rukia is too small - her pelvis, the birth canal.. The baby might become distressed and she could deal with complications. This is the best - the only choice.''
Something dried up in the teen's throat. He lacked moisture and blood flow within his veins, turning pale. ''The baby will be okay though right? Sh- she'll be alright too?''
The nurse stood quiet and the fear subsided, over shadowed by the anger of a thousand suns. His father was suppose to be here. Not a single delivery had ever gone wrong that Isshin helped. The one day he was needed - he disappeared..
''Do not worry.'' The male in scrubs promised, hitting Ichigo's shoulder before leaving.
xxxx
Another hour that felt like a lifetime.. Each minute eating away and spiting out his heart like it was nothing. Sweaty fist and bloody palms. Finger nails that dug too deeply into the skin.
He prayed, begging God to watch over them.
The clock beside the waiting room's tv mocking him, not moving an inch after 10 minutes.. Which felt even longer.
He just wanted to see her again.
Suddenly the door opened and someone appeared. A million nerves tightly coiled and released.. into disappointment. His father showed up, sitting down beside him and looking excited. Like nothing. Ichigo had half a mind to beat the shit out of him.
''Wh- where were you!?''
''Sorry, son - incident at work. I left my phone then got a flat tire. Had to stay with a co worker.''
It was then things made sense. Not like it wasn't the first explanation that crossed the teen's head since yesterday.
''No, you were with Satomi.'' Ichigo bellowed. ''They called for a last minute doctor.. to perform a surgery on your wife. While you..were fucking Satomi.''
''Ichigo! How - how da..I -'' The man was speechless, eyes wide at the sight of his fuming son. How was this real? ''I did not -''
''You can come in now! The baby is here, Kurosaki's! Come on, dad!'' A female nurse piped up, opening the large doors for them to follow. Ichigo got up first, leaving his father to wake up the girls. The older man felt irritated then.
The walk to Rukia was not fast enough. Ichigo was getting impa -
''Hi~ Say hello.''
The teen staggered in his steps. Completely rooted into place at the beautiful sight before him. Rukia smiling, holding a newborn healthy baby. The little strawberry onesie and mittens tugging on his heart.
''He's my baby Ichigo.'' The young mother cooed, kissing her son's head on top of his little beanie. The doors opened once more, revealing a squealing excited family. But before Isshin could hold his 'son', Ichigo headed over first. He was so gentle, impressing Rukia with how things seemed to kick in so quickly and naturally. The teen hushed his violet eyed kin, holding him warmly. Their first ever bonding experience.
''What are you going to name him!?'' Yuzu exclaimed, joining her father that stood beside her older brother now.
''Zangetsu.'' Ichigo whispered, having his entire world now owned by someone who was so damn small.
''How about - '' Isshin tried to suggest,
''I love it.'' Rukia insisted, cutting her husband off.; Smiling as she held her hands to her heart and melting at the sight before her.
Some nurses came in soon after and the twins left, waiting for their brother to also come with. He was reluctant to part with his son, giving a kiss to his head once more before placing him back in his girlfriend's arms. The staff suggested some early bonding experience, telling Mrs. Kurosaki everything she needed to know about breast feeding.
Isshin helped, removing the baby's beanie so he'd have nothing in his way.
Orange hair.
The older man ran his hands through it. Thick too. Her heartburn these past few months made sense now, huh?
Rukia could see him think - really think about it.
''Just like Ichigo's.. when he was born.'' Isshin muttered, taking a stand back as the nurses helped the mother.
The woman got a little nervous to be honest, still watching something dawn on her husband's features.
''Truthfully, Masaki did not have orange hair. It was more of a light brown, could of passed as a strawberry blonde, really. Ichigo got his hair from my great aunt! Now little Zangetsu also did!''
...
Dear God.
''Yes! How wonderful!~'' Rukia agreed, thanking God and her lucky stars Ichigo's father had 'connected' all the pieces. Even the nurses gave the young woman a concerning look, switching their gaze to themselves before minding their business..
xxxx
Since she had received surgery, Zangetsu's mother had an extended stay, healing up. The doctor's thought it was best to also keep the baby as well so they could return home together. During those few days, Ichigo did not mutter a single word to his own father and eventually it got to him. Isshin pulled him aside and.. no bullshit, no excuses - he confessed.
However, it did not fix anything. It progressively made things 10x worse and Ichigo was done with it.
''..You said you'd stop. You promised to treat her like a.. what did you say? a 'Queen'. If something went wrong.. it would of been your fault. Because you were too busy with some woman.''
The older Kurosaki was frustrated. His tell all was suppose to fix things. Not ruin it. ''I told you son, I ended it right after. Please - ''
''No. I can't just forgive you. Her life and the baby's was at stake. You should of never involved yourself in this in the first place. She could of had a better doctor who planned ahead. Not someone only interested in their own agenda.'' Ichigo explained, not even looking him in the eyes. He got up from his seat soon after. ''..You've lost all my respect, dad. I mean that.''
The tile floors of the hospital held Isshin's half lidded, empty eyes.
xxxx
It was quite hilarious at first, visiting the young mother who was high as a damn kite. Much needed pain killers to elevate the process of healing. Isshin had opted out of the visit, wanting to give his son some time. He had hoped Ichigo wouldn't reveal what he told him but that was the last thing on the teen's mind. Yuzu and Karin huddled up close to their step mom, bearing presents from the gift shop. Chocolates and balloons.
''I love it and love you, my babies are just perfect.~!'' The strawberry pink blush was heavily saturated across her milky skin. It was like she was drunk!
''Ichigo also got you something. Show her!'' Yuzu begged, moving out of the way.
The pumpkin haired teen revealed what he was hiding behind his back, handing his step mother a new bunny plushie. He couldn't believe how happy she got. Even Karin cracked up. Like a kid on Christmas morning, holding her cute stuffed animal like no tomorrow.
Of course, the new mother couldn't help but speak of her gratitude. ''Ichig.. Ichigo~ Ichigo...Ichigo! I love it so much. Thank you!~''
Brows rose. Man, how strong was the stuff in her IV? Cute but overboard.
Especially when -
The twin's step mother ran a delicate hand to the side of their brother's face. Pulling her fingers to her palm beneath his jaw, drawing circles with her thumb on his cheek.
''I-I love you too much Ichigo..''
Yuzu thought it was adorable, Karin was soon to get cringed out - that was the que! Ichigo's eyes widened, noticing the way his step mom was looking at him; biting her lip the whole while!
''Alright, we should let Rukia get some sleep. Come on.''
With that, he parted quickly!
xxxx
The first week back home was great. With Rukia back on her feet and a son - Ichigo felt like he was on cloud nine. Every day was pure bliss. Nothing to complain about. Even his jerk of a father kept his distance..
But eventually Isshin wanted to bond with his other 'son'. Not realizing it was his grandson..
So Ichigo let him, taking a seat back from Rukia's side and letting his father play the part once more.
There was a mutual understanding what had happened the day of Zangetsu's birth wasn't going to be talked about and Isshin felt grateful. Little did the oldest Kurosaki know, Ichigo was sure to pay him back for doing such a thing to Rukia.
xxxx
It had been a whole month now! The anticipation for Easter was building within the young mother. Bunny decor covered the entire house, much to everyone's .. fear (beside Yuzu) and the activities were planned months before. Egg hunts, picture with a bunny mascot and coloring eggs. The petite, raven haired beauty was so hyped no one had the heart to tell her they didn't usually celebrate Easter. But for her - they would.
She really had a spring in her step recently. Now that she fully and completely healed from her surgery, there was so much she could do again!
..Her son was really looking forward to it.
It was going to be..exciting. The fact the two of them grew so close over the course of 9 months - minus bare minimum intimacy; It's going to be amazing. As sick as it was, the taboo factor was once more going to be high. Ichigo and Rukia have really only been mother and son for the past almost year..
''Will you come in my room to sleep tonight..?'' The horny teen hoped, looking around before closing the bathroom door on them both.
His step mother's lips curved upward. ''Perhaps. If you're a good boy I might.'' She teased, finishing up her skin care.
Her eldest son and father of her baby wrapped his arms around her. ''Can we just.. do it here?''
Rukia was all giggles then, chewing on the inside of her cheek, pushing her ass into the erection behind her. Him being so turned on and needy - it really sent the milf over the edge. ''No, I have some stuff to tend to. But you're free to take care of it here.''
''Wait -'' The teen begged, his grip on her wrist vanishing as she exited. Damnit, he was defeated..
How long was she gonna tease him!
xxxx
The 19 year old had enough. At one point he announced to everyone he was going up stairs to use his VR, hoping for Rukia to get the memo. His step mother walked in and the teen could barely lay still. Licking his top row of teeth as Rukia approached closer.
Then she grabbed some clothes out of his closet to wash and left!
That was it!
...
Truthfully, it didn't really make Ichigo laugh. Were..things over between them?
xxxx
It was one day before Easter now. Things were getting tough. The question of things being at a standstill were quite present and the very thought fogged up the teen's mind. Was their relationship becoming closer more detrimental than good? Did his step mother finally only see him only as a step son? That wouldn't make sense.. she carried his damn baby for 9 months!
This was all so distracting. Every day that went by was fantastic as usual. Spending time with one another, taking care of Zangetsu together, creating memories and increasing their bond. But at the end of the night, she warmed Isshin's bed and not his..
He missed her touch, her moans, that unbearable tightness..; The way her heated face would alternate to each, hard deep plunge of his -
''Rukia?'' The ginger called out, opening the door to his father's bedroom. He had come home from med school and couldn't save the conversation for later. The raven haired goddess snapped her attention toward him, abandoning the idea of adjusting the blankets once more. ''What is it? Something on your mind? Are you sick? Did a snot nosed brat cause you trouble in school?'' The little woman marched over to her son, placing the back of her hand on his forehead, raising his sleeves to spot any hidden bruises.
Ichigo's features knitted together. ''What the hell?''
His mother's investigation really seemed infatuated with his broad chest under his shirt..
''Ah, looking for any wounds.''
Air came from his nose. ''You can just ask me to take it off, no need to play mother.''
''That's quite perverted.'' She accused, abandoning her search; fluttering those lashes up at him. ''I really was worried. I wasn't trying to have my son strip.''
''I don't think moms do this, though.'' He pointed out, eyes down below.
He snapped her from her day dream, making the woman realize what was going on. The whole while, even before and after her earlier explanation - the petite girl never abandoned his body. Rubbing and running her hands vertically up and down the front of Ichigo's toned abdomen.
''Hmm. My hormones are confused. I feel this instinct to protect you unlike before, yet.. something else calls out.'' She revealed, taking her small hands back.
Finally! So this was why she's been distant, her emotions have been confusing her but now the truth - her inner truth was breaking through!
''Ah, it must of been nothing.'' The young mother shrugged, walking off.
The teen's features had disappointment sketched upon them.
But suddenly, his mother was back in the room!; and now - she was insanely close to him. Her tight body pressed against his, holding his hands..
''Ichigo Kurosaki you are a good man. I understand and respect your unwillingness to push a point when I walk away. You are scared to cross a line. But .. I look up to the way you know what you want. I know what you want. Why aren't you taking it?''
Holy shit. His skin was on fire! Each word that left her lips gallons of gasoline. It all made sense now now.
''Can we - can I kiss you?''
The innocence of it all turned her on. So much time had passed between them being intimate he was back to asking permission for a kiss. Something wet dripped between her thighs.
''No - I told you before. Do not ask.'' The hot and bothered woman insisted, feeling so troubled she began to undress in front of the teenager. The only relief to ease her summer weathered skin. Wet, white gloss on her pink flushed nipples~ ''Why don't you remember? I told you.. go as hard as you'd like. You don't need permission, Ichigo. You can ravage me whenever you'd like. Desecrate your father's wife however you please..'' Her voice was smooth as silk and dripping sweet like peaches. Creamy soft pearl skin with pink undertones begging to be appreciated! Her breast even plumper now, full of milk and her thighs wet from pussy heat!
The spent teen might of never felt this hard before..
!He couldn't wait to -
The milf left, heading into the shower; closing the door behind her.
That didn't just happen.
xxxx
It was a bright and early morning. Easter was here and the most excited person was Rukia. It was her holiday after all.
Ichigo didn't care one bit, still sore - literally sore from last night; How could she do that to him! Jerking off was horrible. His orgasm sucked. He wanted - needed the real thing. He was getting desperate for her. Damn it! The way that woman teases, it drove him insane.
But he'd get over it. Once he saw how corny his milf acted today his sex drive might plummet, ahah. However, that didn't happen.
''Happy Easter!'' The 29 year old beauty exclaimed. Coming in with a bunny onesie. A really tight one. Long curled hair flowing from the sides of her hood with those big rabbit ears. Makeup light yet bringing out each of her features perfectly. But when the mother of four did that little spin - that's when he noticed it.
The damn thing had a flap in the back!
Everything his currently annoying step mother babbled on about went unheard as she showed him his empty basket. All the teen could picture.. was pounding her ass!
''Now, there are tons of eggs hidden within the house. Your sister's have a head start and are down stairs. Your father is also participating. Do you think you can find the most? There's candy in quite a few and large quantities of money in some -'' The woman was suddenly backed up as her groggy step son got out of bed, pushing her toward his closet door.
It made her heart rush.
''I want to fuck you now.''
Hearing such words, it made the bunny girl blush hard. ''Ichigo,'' She dragged his name in the mud, like it was something he should be embarrassed about. ''Not now, I want to see what happens! I spent all night preparing this egg hunt.''
Oh, was that the case?
''..Fine,'' The teen agreed, taking the empty orange basket she held on to. The woman beamed, all too happy he was playing along. ''Where are you going first?'' His sexy mother quizzed, following behind.
The walk past the hall was a quick one. The small woman was Isshin's son's shadow. Sounds of Yuzu, Karin and Isshin finding their treasure sounded off below. It made the planner's chest tighten. She was so full of excitement and couldn't wait to see how everything was going to conclude. Once Ichigo could find at least one egg, she was sure to return down stairs.
Speaking of such - where did he go?
Ah.
Her husband's door was open. Once she got in, the door shut behind her. ''Ich-'' The 29 year old was wrapped into her son's arms, being kissed hard. She didn't deny him, moaning in his mouth at the return intrusion she truly longed for. It felt amazing, being so inactive, growing so close.. it felt like the first time all over again. The succubus couldn't help but hum in his mouth, whimpering sweetly! Her little tits were groped alongside her rear, standing on her tippy toes as Ichigo gripped one cheek and shook it vigorously. ''Mhm~ Ichigo.. j-just a little, then we have to go downstairs.'' But their make out only got more intense, sloppily exchanging saliva. Something beat heavily between his chest then, passionately humming to the sound of Rukia as their union was in session.
So much passion as he reclaimed what was his, both moving to the ground with the larger Kurosaki getting on top. So much frustration and need built up in his lower body, rushing to the tip.. making him swollen by the time he un zipped just the top of that little costume.
''No, I'm way too sensitive still Ichigo, s-so don't.''
It was wrong - way too wrong. Turn back, return to her lips.
You don't need permission, Ichigo. You can ravage me whenever you'd like. Desecrate your father's wife however you please.
The sexy, leaking bunny beneath him pleaded once more. ''..Z-Zangetsu hasn't eaten yet.''
...
''..Neither have I.''
Her eyes snapped shut as she fisted the carpet below, back arching as her husband's son licked around her hard nipple tips. Trying the taste of her breast milk for the first time. Licking some off his thumb as he tested kneading her plump little tit. White gushes of liquid falling from tiny pink slits and making his mouth water. The sounds alone escaping her lips made him rock hard. Pleaded just earlier to not do it, yet relief spilling from her mouth the more he did.
''I'll make you feel so much better Rukia, don't worry.''
Even just feeling his hot breath against her sore peaks was enough to drive her mad..
''Ichigo! ~'' Her head fell back as he held her in place, sucking on her right breast with intent, letting milk fill his mouth before letting it all out, creamy Rukia liquid staining her bare chest. The teen bobbed his head murmuring in delight as more of Zangetsu's food was delivered. His entire being pulsating with wrong, firey hot wrong.
''It feels .. it feels so good to have it taken out, nngh~'' She mewled, her voice pitch rose just a smidge, grabbing a lock of his hair now as he switched to the other breast. The 29 year old was so unashamedly being sucked and covered in her own tit milk. Ichigo's tongue massaging her sensitive pink tips, draining her of the white substance.
But he wasn't selfish. This was his son's after all.
He was reluctant to part, wiping his mouth after placing special kisses against each little pert side, eyes locked with his girlfriend. She felt an unbearable warmth all over. Her face, ears, arms and legs.. belly.
The milf sat up, expected a rag or towel to clean the mess her step son had made. But that wasn't the plan; Oh no.
She was flipped over, eyes wide as to what was going on. Little bunny ears pulled down; her onesie's hood out of the way in the process.
Then, then Ichigo pulled that little flap of fabric down behind, revealing her plump peachy ass! Slick fat lips..
God, it excited her even more.
''Ichigo, I need to return downstai - Ahh ngh!'' Her head snapped back, like her vision, eyelids too heavy. The pink bunny was on all fours, suddenly having her thighs shoved apart and heat licked from behind. ''...Yes~, you can't stop tasting mommy, can you?''
Voice hot and warm like honey, somewhere between innocent heaven and sinful, sinful hell.
The hungry teen couldn't deny it any longer, laying down on his back under Rukia in the opposite direction now instead; That lithe, lower body hovering over his collarbone, knees tucked on each side of him, her own shaky hands holding her up over his legs. Biting her lips as she looked back and down, shimmying ever so slightly over his watering mouth.
''Mhm God, Ichigo.. make me cum ~''
His biceps sat behind and in-between her bent knees, bringing his hands up on the back of ass cheeks to spread.
''Baby ~ ! Mhmmm, nngn!''
Her violet orbs turned into little violet hearts. Her step son had leaned his head upward, using his thumbs to move her wet folds apart and dive right in. She felt the moon and stars down below, being wetly, sloppily teased vigoursly. One pink, fat clit sucked on as her husband's son's own eyes closed in pent up release. Rukia was going mad, forcing that trembling mouth shut with a hand as her Ichigo ate his only other favorite treat beside chocolate.
Everything was so heightened, every little nerve and sensation was x10 and the poor beauty wasn't going to last long. But when she noticed the tent in her teenager's pj's, her own tastebuds went insane.
''Shiit,'' The ginger choked, jaw clenced as his head fell back down. Mom's got a mouthful of his cock now too.
The two showed each other what they liked, giving more pleasure to the other when something really hit in right spot. Pulsating in each other's mouths the morning of Easter. Family members down stairs looking for eggs while Ichigo and Rukia were trying to cum.
''I'm - I'm so close!'' She promised, having to let the large appendage slip from her mouth to sit up, arching her back as she rode out her oncoming climax. ''God, God, yes - Ichigo!'' The woman muffled, one hand over her mouth and the other clutching a creamy wet tit. Humping her son's mouth like she was in heat; gifting his skilled tongue something to really taste and enjoy.
The way Isshin's son's throat sounded made her gush even more, sounding like he was lapping up something deliciously divine. Swollen fat erection twitching down below as his step mom's hot cum melted down his tongue.
Her entire lithe body began to shiver in delight with her heart skipping a beat, so much unresolved tension finally resolved.
But Ichigo's wasn't.
There was a bit of re-positioning, only on his part. She remained on all fours, orgasm still claiming her tiny body when the teen, under her spell, entered. It was like he was drunk, pink blush running across his face as he held his dad's wife; murmuring her name like he was lost but every time his hips moved; he was found.
''You're sucking me in, Rukia ~''
The way she had just been rejuvenated; it had kept her lower body spiraling, amplified when such a veiny, large appendage intruded within. The mother of his son was squeezing on him, pulling the med student even deeper into her hot insides. The slutty easter bunny couldn't take it, making incoherent sounds as her wet tongue hung from open lips. It was only a few months ago Ichigo had become even closer with her, turning the dial down on their relationship and making it feel like he really was her sweet son.
Now he was fucking her harder than he ever had!
''Rukia!?'' Isshin had called out from down stairs.
The woman of the hour got a little nervous, snapping from her pounding and turning her head back toward the teen. But he didn't care, not. one. bit.
''You're not going anywhere..'' Ichigo instructed, grabbing the back of her wrist, making her feel that heat throb and tighten. As if the roles were so reversed. A chokehold of superiority and strength, making her so damn wet. So intensely did the weight in her chest become heavier and only Kurosaki cock was going to fix it.
The teen leaned up on his knees and when he pulled Rukia's arms behind - toward him, she was almost doing the same.
''Ffuck!'' The young mother cried, heaving as her poor little ass was slammed into repetitively. Slaps of body on body as Ichigo pumped himself into her with vengeance. Her core was on overdrive, making every nerve end promise to implode; and she loved it.
Vision going cross eyed as her figure moved back and fourth, so ready to take in all of Ichigo's love.
The warmth he had given her was immaculate, suddenly being wrapped up in big arms from behind, tightly pulled against his chest. Husky groans against her ear as he pistoled his hips deep a few more times; filling her up good.
''I - I love you so much,'' The teen struggled to get out, letting out a big breath of relief. Satisfied to the hilt, pulling himself out slow.
He turned her around, letting the small little vixen capture his lips for a few minutes.
Another few names were called out eventually, prompting Rukia to instruct her son to leave first. She? She needed a quick shower..
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It was a few hours later, family was invited over for a nice dinner. Isshin even hired a real easter bunny to come on over, $25 a hour and a $100 for a family photo. If only he knew it was a waste since his son was already visited by one..
Everything was pretty adorable. The way Mrs. Kurosaki set up the pastel colored decorations and color coordinated everyone's outfits, Zangetsu was incredibly cute in the middle!
But a family get together wasn't one until Kisuke Urahara showed up.
Que the eye roll. Again.
No, he was fine this time. Until he held Isshin's ..'son' for the first time. The violet eyed, grumpy little baby didn't like the blonde very much but that only translated to Urahara pitching his voice even higher. To every one's surprise, after a few rocking back and fourth, the little ginger was fast asleep. The candy store owner even got a silent 'thank you' from his mother.
''He's pretty cute, oh yeah. He's gonna have like 8 pretty girls fighting over him.'' Urahara complimented to his ex brother in law. Rukia and her step children huddled around the sleeping Kurosaki, cooing over him as well. ''Are you excited being a dad?''
''I sure am!'' Isshin replied.
But everyone was so distracted by the new baby, they didn't realize who Urahara was really talking to - considering his eyes didn't meet Isshin's when he popped that question..
Ichigo remained unbothered (or tried to), even when Kisuke drove home the point by massaging the little boy's orange hair..
''Happy to hear it...'' The blonde smiled.
Jesus.
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The night was wrapping up pretty smoothly. Extended family grabbing packed food and fare welling. Everything was going off without a hitch.
Until..
''Uh, mom - something weird is going on.'' Yuzu whispered, coming into the kitchen to interrupt her brother and step mother's conversation.
''What's the matter?'' Rukia wondered, turning her attention toward the blonde.
A few whispers sounded off else where, people looking out the windows..
Brows rose.
''Outside..'' The Kurosaki twin muttered.
The secret couple looked at each other, ''Stay here.'' The raven haired woman insisted. Ichigo took Zangetsu in his arms instead then, patting the babies back as he followed. Soon leaving with his step-mom to investigate.
...
''No! I will not just turn the other way, I love you! Please, please leave her and choose me!''
''..I told you NOT to come to my house, we are over! Get a grip, Satomi!''
Ichigo's throat went dry. Now? Of all places!? He was lucky the girls were inside, he just hoped no one heard the nuisance that was currently happening. But before he even really had a chance to react, Rukia had already left his side!
''Ru-?''
''Rukia, wait!''
''EXCUS - you bitch!''
Eyes wide at the door step, witnessing his girlfriend slap the shit out of Isshin's mistress. The older woman holding the side of her face..
''..Take your garbage anywhere else, Isshin.'' His young wife spat, shooting kitanas into his eyes before walking back to grab her baby and return inside. The raven haired man's pleas went on deaf ears as he tried to clear the air. Satomi thought it was her chance, only to be left outside in the cold..
Things were awkward, really awkward. But the majority of their family didn't understand what happened. Some didn't even know so for now the three Kurosaki's kept quiet about the whole ordeal. When the moon finally took it's place the house was finally quiet. Ichigo kept to himself and didn't say a word when he heard Rukia kick his father out of their bedroom.. He didn't even look in the man's direction as he slumped into the couch..
The med student headed toward his dad's old office. It had been completely remodeled all for his son. The mini version of himself really did make Ichigo's heart full. After feeding his son the milk he warmed up and burping him, the little ginger drifted back to sleep peacefully. A kiss to the head, blankets tucked in; the teen left soon after.
The 19 year old headed toward his room now; finally ready to sleep himself.
- Only to have his arm grabbed as he walked past his parent's door..
''Who said you were sleeping in your bed tonight?'' Rukia wondered, pulling him in..
All in all, it was a pretty good Easter.
See you next chapter :)