They ended up taking a bath together. She leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes. Kotonoha sighed. This was perfect.

Makoto idly played with her long hair.

"Kotonoha?"

"Hm? Do you want a second round?"

"Later," he said. "I wanted to talk about something."

"Hm?"

"What you said about uhm… well…"

"Yes?"

"You kinda asked me to marry you."

"Oh," she blushed. "That."

"Do you want to pretend like that never happened?"

"I'm sorry. I was getting carried away. I mean… I was desperate to get you back."

"Yeah, you even proposed to lock up your pussy with piercings."

"And you agreed," she reminded him. "And I would have done it. But I just don't think that's what you really want."

"You're right," he said. "I want all of you. I want to fuck you in every single way possible. At least, for now. But you need to stay on birth control, you hear me?"

"That's good enough for me."

"And if I ever change my mind, about anything."

"We can talk about it," Kotonoha said. "We can talk about anything you want."

"Okay."

A silence fell.

"So what do we do now?" Kotonoha asked. "About Sekai?"

"I'll book us tickets for France. We need to take care of Sekai."

"Right. But what about Kokoro-chan?"

"I'll guess we'll have to bring her along."

"We can't ask her to skip school. I mean, you did, but she-"

"We'll go during Christmas Break."

"Are you sure we can wait that long?" she asked.

"It's one week away."

"Oh. Really?"

"Yes."

"I see. Sorry, I kinda lost track of time."

"It's okay."

They heard noises downstairs.

"Onee-chan?" a voice called.

"We're taking a bath," Kotonoha called back.

They heard footsteps on the stairs. Then, slowly, the door opened.

Kokoro leaned in. "Is Onii-chan better?"

"Yeah," Makoto said. "I feel better."

"Are you hungry?" Kotonoha asked.

Kokoro nodded.

"I thought so. I'll get started on dinner."

Kotonoha rose.

"I'll stay here a bit longer," Makoto said. He leaned back.

"Alright."

She gave him a brief kiss and then stepped out of the bath. Kotonoha grabbed a nearby towel.

"I'll help with dinner," Kokoro said.

"Alright. Just give me a minute to get changed. Wait for me downstairs."

"Yes, Onee-chan."

Kokoro went out.

She dried herself off. Meanwhile, Makoto leaned back and closed his eyes. He let out a deep sigh.

Her gaze lingered a moment longer. Then, she wrapped her hair in a towel and wrapped a second towel around her body.

Now to find some clothes.

She entered her room and then froze.

Hold on a sec. SHe just remembered something.

Kotonoha took a deep breath. She could do this.

She turned and went down the stairs, still wrapped in her towel.

Kokoro-chan was waiting for her in the kitchen.

"Onee-chan?" she asked, confused.

"Go ahead and get undressed, Kokoro-chan."

Kokoro's eyes widened. "Onee-chan?"

"You shouldn't wear anything below an apron," Kotonoha told her.

"Why not?"

"That way, nothing can get dirty."

"Oh."

"And it gives Makoto-kun a good view if he comes here."

"O-Okay," Kokoro said slowly.

"Come on, get undressed," Kotonoha urged her.

Kokoro reached up to the top button of her blouse. She hesitated. "I don't know, Onee-chan."

"Listen to your big sis," Kotonoha said. "Or I'll have to punish you."

"O-Okay then." Slowly, Kokoro started to undress.

While her sister stripped, Kotonoha looked in the cabinet and found a smaller pink apron that would probably fit her.

She first put on her own apron and then she helped her sister put hers on.

Her initial guess was right. The apron fit. Although it still didn't cover much.

"Now, let's get started. Pay close attention, Kokoro-chan."

"Uhu."

They started to make dinner. Kotonoha got engrossed in it. So engrossed she never noticed Makoto coming down. It was only when she was embraced from behind that she noticed.

"M-Makoto-kun."

"Hey gorgeous," he said. He kissed her neck. "You look good."

"Thanks." She blushed.

He moved his hands up and gave her boobs a hard squeeze.

Her body responded immediately. Kotonoha had to suppress a moan.

Fuck.

"Hey Onii-chan," Kokoro said. "How do I look?"

She spun around.

"You look good too," Makoto said. "Very cute."

"This feels so grownup," Kokoro said.

"Well you are getting older," he pointed out.

"Just you wait," she said. "I'll be just like Onee-chan."

"Yeah," he smiled. "That's what I'm hoping for."

For some reason, Makoto's hands were still on her breasts. And Kokoro did not give any indication she found this strange.

Kotonoha found herself unconsciously grinding her butt against his growing cock. At this rate, he'd take her right here in front of her sister.

However, Makoto had different plans. He let go of her tits.

"I'll be in the living room," he said. He accentuated the words with a playful slap on her butt.

Fuck. How had he gained so much control over her body? Just a little boob squeeze and she was soaking wet. And she didn't even consider stopping him. In fact, she was close to begging him to fuck her. Even with her sister right next to her.

"Onee-chan?"

"Huh?"

"Dinner?"

"Oh, yeah, of course."

She tried to focus on dinner, but it wasn't easy.

Her thoughts kept drifting off to Makoto-kun. She could practically hear the sounds of fucking and sucking him. She could hear her own muffled moans.

If it hadn't been for Kokoro's help, she probably wouldn't ever finish dinner.

He really had to give her a little dessert after this. Even if it was just sucking him or giving him a lap dance or something. She needed something, anything. Anything to get some relief. Even just feeling him cum in any of her holes would be enough.

On unsteady legs, she walked to the living room and…

He looked up from the couch. "Oh, hey Kotonoha."

"That, I…"

"Yeah, that's our video of the sauna," he said. "What of it?"

"Ah, nothing."

The sound was surprisingly good for that environment. So the noise before wasn't in her imagination after all?

Her eyes lingered on the screen.

She saw herself, panties stuffed in her mouth, getting fucked hard by her boyfriend. Her boobs were bouncing with every thrust. The flimsy top did nothing to support them.

She looked… desperate. Her eyes were pleading with him.

Oh no.

Kotonoha knew what would happen now.

She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. Her eyes were glued to the screen.

The Kotonoha on the video started to shake. She was close to orgasm, but she couldn't cum without permission. She looked at Makoto, eyes begging for permission, but he just smiled at her.

"Something wrong?" the real Makoto asked.

"Ah," she looked away. "I… uhm…"

He grabbed the edge of her apron and lifted it. "Oh my, you're making quite the mess."

She didn't have to look down. She could feel it running down her thighs.

The heat rose to her cheeks.

"Hm." His fingers found her clit.

"Ah."

Kotonoha inhaled sharply. She was even closer to orgasm than she had thought.

"Good girl," he said. He lightly tapped her pussy.

Kotonoha let out a little grunt. Don't come. Don't come. Don't come.

"So what's for dinner?" he let go of her and walked to the table.

"We made curry," Kokoro said.

Kokoro?

Kotonoha blushed deep red. "Y-You were watching the whole time?"

"Uhu," Kokoro said. "Hey look, it's over. Too bad."

She looked at the tv. The recording had ended.

"I think I've got another video lying around," Makoto said. "Maybe for another time."

Kotonoha felt her legs turn to jelly. She quickly sat down at the table.

She knew what the other video was. Him and Sekai in the Break Room.

Makoto sat down next to her and put his hand on her thigh.

She put her hand on top of his. Kotonoha tried to guide him to her pussy.

"Oh no," he said. "Don't be greedy."

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Let's eat," Makoto said. "Itadakimasu."

She mumbled something that vaguely resembled that.

While they ate, he kept teasing her. When he reached for the water, he placed a soft kiss on her neck. While he talked, he would casually put his hand on her thigh, or brush past her breasts.

She kept losing the thread of the conversation.

Kokoro was the one who talked most. Something about school. She didn't pay much attention to it.

Finally, dinner was over. Makoto sent Kokoro to her room to finish her homework. Kotonoha lasted until the footsteps on the stairs died away. Then, she was on his lap.

"Please," she begged.

"Oh my. Horny, are we?"

"Yes." She found herself grinding her crotch on his leg. "Please."

"I'm not in the mood right now."

"What?"

"Maybe later, now get off me."

"But, I-"

"Do we have to get your shock collar? Or are you gonna be a good girl?"

She immediately got off him. Kotonoha stood in front of him. She folded her hands in front of her and lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"You can be horny," he said. "In fact you should be dripping all the time. But I own you. And I decide when we fuck. And right now, I'm not in the mood."

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry. I'm just so desperate."

"Hm. How desperate are you?"

"Really desperate. Please, Makoto-kun. I really need to cum."

"Hm." He leaned back in his chair. "Alright then. Go ahead. Make yourself cum."

"Really?" her eyes lit up. "Thank you so much." She quickly reached back and pulled the knot loose. She pulled the apron over her head and dropped it on the floor. Naked, she reached down with her hand to-

"No," he said firmly. "Just stand there."

"What?"

"Don't touch yourself. Don't touch me. Just stand right there and do it. Legs wide, arms behind your head."

"I…" she slowly obeyed. She folded her hands behind her leg and spread her legs wide. "M-Makoto-kun? I-I can't cum like that."

"Shh," he shushed her. "I'll count down from ten and then you're gonna cum. No touching. And push your chest out. Put them on display."

"But, Makoto, I-"

"Ten."

She shut up.

Was he serious about this?

"Nine."

Damn. What would happen if she couldn't do it?

"Eight."

Her breathing quickened.

Would he punish her? Would he lose interest in her?

No, no. She had to-

"Seven."

Quick, think about sexy things.

"Six."

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think of naughty things.

"Five."

Kotonoha flexed her pelvic muscles.

"Four."

Her breathing quickened. This was insane. She was actually getting closer.

"Three."

Would she actually be able to do this? Just cum like that? On command? Like a trained animal?

"Two."

Just the thought of him having that level of control over her made her hornier than she had ever been. Her kegel muscles kept flexing harder and harder. She was gonna do it. She was actually gonna do it.

"One."

No, wait, not yet. She was almost there. Just a few more seconds.

"Now. Cum for me."

"Ah, I'm trying."

"Do it. Now." He snapped his fingers.

Come on. Come on.

Finally, it hit her.

Kotonoha cried out. The sudden orgasm made her drop to her knees.

Fuck.

Her muscles contracted deliciously. A pleasant glow went over her body.

She took a couple deep breaths to regain her composure.

It wasn't a full orgasm, if that made sense. It felt like she had relieved some pressure, but a lot it was still there. Like she had a mini-orgasm.

Still, it was an orgasm. No doubt about that.

"Good girl." He patted her head.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I was late. And I couldn't keep my position. And I-"

"You did very well for your first time," he said calmly. "You just need more practise. Soon, I'll be able to just snap my fingers and you'll cum for me. Now what do you say?"

"Thank you for my orgasm, Sir."

"Show me your gratitude with your mouth."

"Yes, Sir."

She opened his pants and got to work.

Clearly, the whole scene had gotten him quite worked up, cause it only took her a few minutes to make him explode in her mouth.

Kotonoha swallowed it all and kept sucking softly.

Finally, he was soft again.

"That's good," he said. "Now clean up the table and then go check on Kokoro-chan."

"Yes, Sir."

He walked to the couch and put on the tv.

Kotonoha cleared the table. Then, she hesitated. She was still naked.

She went to him.

"Sir, may I put on clothes?"

"Tank top and panties," he said. "No bra."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

She went up to the bedroom and put on the clothes he ordered her. A grey tank top that made her chest stand out well and a pair of sexy red panties.

Then, she went to Kokoro's room.

Kotonoha reached for the door handle-

Wait a sec.

What was that noise?

It sounded like… like sucking?

Odd.

Kotonoha opened the door.

Her little sister was on her knees, completely naked. She was sucking on a pink dildo that had been affixed to the mirror of her closet with a suction cup.

Kokoro got off it. Spit dribbled down her chin. She smiled. "Oh, hey Onee-chan."

She talked as if this was perfectly normal.

"K-Kokoro. What are you doing?"

Did Makoto put her up to this?

"Homework."

Kotonoha's eyes widened. "F-For which class?"

"Spouse training. What's wrong Onee-chan? You did this too, right?"

"I uhm…"

"I can almost deepthroat it entirely," she said, proud of herself. "I can't wait to show Onii-chan."

"I…"

Kokoro got back on the dildo. She pushed it down. When it entered her throat, she started to cough. But she powered through and kept pushing.

Hold on.

Kotonoha ran to her room. She found her backpack.

She put it on the bed and opened the zipper.

A couple books were inside.

Math, physics, biology and… spouse training.

It was actually called that. Spouse Training 4.

She opened the book.

Chapter 5: Stripping

Stripping (striptease) is a vitally important skill for a proper housewife to learn. She must always remember that her body belongs to her man. It-

What the…

This book definitely hadn't been here the other day.

All of the chapters were like that. They explained how you had to please a man and the place of women in society. There were illustrations that left little room to the imagination. Her place was on her knees, serving her husband or boyfriend.

Kotonoha took a deep breath. She closed her eyes. This couldn't be happening. It wasn't real. She was just dreaming.

"Kotonoha?"

She spun around. The book slipped through her fingers. "M-Makoto?"

"What's wrong?" he asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought. Come on, let's see if Kokoro-chan needs any help with her homework."

"O-Okay."