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Chapter Ten

A week later….
Karakura High School

Orihime hummed merily as she put her books into her bag, another day of school over and done with. She looked at the calendar in smiled. The end of the school year was nearing and soon she and all of her friends would be graduating.

She looked over at Tatsuki who was walking away to go to the gym. They hadn't really spoken about their threesome with Isshin that much. Tatsuki said that it'd be a one-time thing since she didn't want to interfere with Orihime's relationship with Isshin. Orihime was fine about Tatsuki's decision and she knew that she could keep this a secret. However, that didn't mean Orihime and Isshin couldn't enjoy their video whenever they were in the mood.

Her attention was next turned towards Ichigo and Rukia, who were both chatting. After pushing Rukia to confess her feelings towards Ichigo, Orihime was glad to see how nice they made a couple. She overheard them talking about going onto a date and smiled before her ears turned red when Rukia suggested getting a love hotel later on.

Orihime's thoughts were cut off when she overheard another of her classmates talking. "So you and your boyfriend are going steady, right?"

The girl she was talking to smiled and nodded. "Yeah!"

"So is he, like, going to marry you soon?"

The sentence made Orihime stop in her tracks and think about her own relationship with Isshin. She cared about the man and knew he in turn cared about her. They'd had naughty fun but neither had given any real concern over their future together. Walking out of the classroom, Orihime looked down at the ground and wondered to herself several questions.

'Where are we going with this?'

'Do I want to spend the rest of my life with Isshin?'

'Will Ichigo and his sisters think I'm trying to take their mother's place?'

That last question had haunted Orihime for some time. Too many times she would be at the Kurosaki house and see that poster of Masaki, always wondering what life would be like for the Kurosaki family if she were still alive. Several times Orihime would pause and wonder if Isshin thought of her as Masaki's replacement. She didn't like to think about it but the idea persisted no matter how much she tried to put it away.

By the time she stopped walking she found that she'd reached Isshin's house. She knocked on the door and saw Yuzu when the door opened. "Oh hey, Orihime!" the girl welcomed as she let Orihime into the house.

"Hi, Yuzu." Orihime looked around. "Is Isshin here?" She didn't hear the man's boisterous voice anywhere.

"He stepped out to get some ice cream. He should be back soon," Yuzu said.

"Oh, okay." She looked at the table and saw some textbooks and paper on it. "Would you like me to help you with your homework?"

Yuzu beamed. "Okay." She was happy for Orihime's assistance since Ichigo was now too busy dating Rukia.

After she finished helping Yuzu, Orihime walked into the master bedroom. She sat down on the bed and blushed from remembering the night they'd first had sex on this bed, the night that'd started their relationship and where Isshin made Orihime into a woman. She laid down on the sheets and put her head on the pillow, smiling as she smelt Isshin's scent. "Mmmhh…"she hummed, curling up into a ball as she pretended to be in Isshin's arms.

And then she opened her eyes and caught sight of something: a picture on the nightstand next to the bed. Sitting up, Orihime picked it up and looked at it closely. She saw that it was a picture of Isshin and Masaki on their wedding day, Masaki Kurosaki wearing a beautiful white wedding dress while Isshin stood next to her, slightly younger and without his grizzled beard. She smiled at how happy the two looked in the photo, especially Isshin.

She put the photo back and sighed, bringing her knees up to her chest and sitting back on the bed. It as moments like this that haunted her; they reminded her that she was living another person's life.

Shaking the dark thoughts away from her as best she could, Orihime opened up a small drawer that had her spare clothes in and pulled out a shirt and some shorts to change into. She liked her school uniform but sometimes it just felt good to get out of it. She was about to close the drawer when she saw something near the bottom. Reaching it, she saw that it was a pair of black bra and panties. "Huh, these aren't mine," Orihime noted. Checking the tag on the bra she saw a large M written on it with a marker and realized whose these were: they were Masaki's underwear.

A curious thought popped into Orihime's mind as she stared at the undergarments. "I wonder if she was as big as me," she wondered out loud. Creeping up to the door, she poked her head out and heard Yuzu playing a video game with Karin before closing the door. Walking back to it the bed, she decided to see if she was the same size as the former Kurosaki matriarch. Stripping down to her birthday suit, Orihime put on the panties, noting how comfortable they were. Grabbing the bra, she put it on, finding that it was the same size as her bra.

Sitting back down on the bed in her new underwear, Orihime admired herself in a mirror that was on the dresser. "Heh, we're more alike than I thought, huh?" she said to nobody in particular. "We both care about the same man and we even have the same sizes…."

So lost in thought was Orihime that she never noticed the door opening up behind her. Isshin, back from buying ice cream. When the first thing he saw was a woman in black bra and panties sitting on his bed, his mind raced backwards to the distant past where he saw another woman sitting on his bed in those exact bra and panties. Before he could stop himself he said one little word.

"Masaki?"

When the woman turned her head, Isshin realized that it was Orihime. Hearing Isshin mistake her for his deceased wife, Orihime turned away and felt her eyes water. "Isshin…" she sniffled.

Realizing he'd messed up big time, Isshin quickly sat down next to Orihime and pulled her close. "I'm so sorry," he apologized while patting her head. "It's just…when I saw you, I thought…."

"You thought that Masaki was here instead of me, didn't you?" Orihime asked, pulling away from Isshin.

The man shamefully nodded. "Yes," he admitted, "for a moment, I thought that it was Masaki instead of you sitting on the bed."

The tears in her eyes couldn't' be held back any longer. Looking away from Isshin so he couldn't' see her cry, Orihime decided to finally speak her mind. "Isshin, I want to know. I need to know. Do you care for me at all? Or am I just Masaki's replacement?" she finally asked.

Isshin was silent as he stared at Orihime, knowing that he'd hurt his girlfriend pretty badly. Looking over at the photo, Isshin thought about his former wife and remembered the many times he'd asked that question himself. "Masaki…was a good woman. She was special to me. When she died, I never thought I could love another woman again, not without feeling like I was betraying her."

Orihime continued to cry, agony clenching her heart. 'I was right. All I am to him is her replacement.'

The crying orangette was startled when Isshin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him, her back touching his chest. "Masaki was special to me. I cannot lie to you, Orihime. But you're special to me too." He turned her head so he could look her in the eye. "Nobody can take Masaki's place. But I've never thought of you as a stand-in for Masaki." His embrace around her tightened and he smiled. "You're not Masaki. You're Orihime."

"Isshin…" Orihime whispered before Isshin wiped the tears from her eyes, only for the tears to return when her boyfriend said his next three words.

"I love you." Orihime went still in his arms as she listened to him continue. "You mean the world to me and I want to be with you, Orihime Inoue," he said softly.

Unable to fight the tears of joy, Orihime turned around and hugged Isshin tightly. "Isshin…I…I…" she choked as she struggled to put words in her mouth. When she did manage to speak, her emotions spilled out. "I want to be with you! Always! I want to wake up beside you and go to bed in your arms!" She didn't care how sappy she sounded; she was going to say how she felt. "I…I want to grow old with you!" She buried her head in Isshin's chest and cried. "I want to be yours forever because I love you too!"

Isshin's embrace around Orihime tightened from her declaration of love. He kissed her head and calmed the crying girl down, her arms wrapped around him tightly like he was a life preserver. The two continued to say "I love you" to each other for several minutes, neither wanting the other to let go.

When Orihime looked up, Isshin wiped the tears from her eyes. Tipping her head up with a finger, Isshin leaned down and kissed the girl, both moaning softly into each other's lips. Orihime leaned back and let Isshin lay on top of her as they kissed, her hands running through her lover's hair like this might be the last time they'd be together. Gradually, their kiss went from touching to passionate. Isshin started to lose himself to his male urges again as he continued to kiss Orihime. Orihime gave a rare giggle as Isshin suddenly started to attack her neck. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Smiling, Orihime tapped his chin. "Your stubble tickles," she laughed.

"Really?" Isshin grinned. "What about when I do this?"

Laughter filled the room as Isshin dragged his stubble-covered chin up Orihime's neck. Reaching her lips, Isshin kissed her again before he took a good hard look at Orihime's nearly naked body. "By the way," he said while he ran a finger around Orihime's belly, "have I told you how sexy you look in this?"

Orihime giggled again and blushed. "Then it's a good thing I slipped these on." Her blush intensified as Isshin whipped off his shirt, showing off his abs. No matter how many times she saw Isshin get naked it always felt so dirty to her. A concern came to her when Isshin pulled down his pants and her eyes glanced to the door. "Um…what about Yuzu and Karin?"

Glad that at least one of them had enough sense, Isshin walked up to the door and locked it, making sure that his daughter's wouldn't accidentally barge in and see them having fun. Orihime sat up and moved to remove her bra but Isshin put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down. "Don't take it off," he said softly as he laid down on top of her nude. "It's kinkier when it's just barely covered." He ran a finger against Orihime's clothed womanhood and smiled when his lover shivered.

Not wanting to let Isshin have all the fun, Orihime reached down and palmed Isshin's thick length. The two lay beside each other smiling while pleasuring the other. Isshin suppressed a growl from how soft Orihime's hand was. A barely audible hissed escaped him when she ran her thumb across his sensitive head. Palming one of Orihime's breasts, Isshin brought his face to her bosom and gently licked her breast, taking delight in her sweaty skin.

Orihime's hand moved gracefully up and down Isshin's shaft, her legs parting as heat flourished in her loins. She bit down on her lip, Isshin's ministrations making her feel heated. Her grip on Isshin tightened and her pace quickened. Her handjob spurred Isshin to start rubbing Orihime through her panties, finding a dark spot when his fingers pressed on her underwear.

A soft moan filled the room when Isshin teased Orihime. "You're wet," he whispered into her ear oh-so seductively.

Orihime cooed from Isshin's teasing and smiled when she felt her hand become stained with pre-cum. "I've been wet since that night we got drunk," she whispered back.

Isshin pressed his lips against Orihime's and claimed another loving kiss. He didn't fight Orihime when she gently pushed him onto his back, sidling up next to him and laying her body to hers. The intimacy and the hot air in the room soon caused them to become sticky with sweat. The older man soon found himself panting as Orihime's hand continued its pace. "Orihime…" he moaned, his skin feeling like it was on fire as the sweet Orihime pressed her lips against his neck, kissing his sweaty skin and feeling his racing pulse. "Don't stop," he gasped, his hips unable to keep themselves from bucking up into her hand.

Wanting payback for his earlier teasing, Orihime slid her hand underneath him and began to touch his stomach. Her fingers touched every curve of his abs and felt the muscles within him tighten from her soft, almost agonizing touch. The large sac resting beneath his cock swelled up and signaled the end of Isshin's resistance. "Ahhhh!" he groaned loudly as his cock exploded all over Orihime's hand, covering it in white cum.

After the last of Isshin's spunk had been released, Orihime brought her stained hand to her face before licking the cum off it, tasting the sweet treat. If Isshin had lost any steam he found it rather fast as he watched his lover lick his essence off her hand, all the while moaning.

Finished, Orihime turned her attention back to Isshin's manhood. The urge to succumb to her desires was more than she could bear now and she wanted her and Isshin to feel good together now that they'd become true lovers. Putting her hands on his chest, Orihime kept Isshin lying on the bed before straddling his lap. Isshin's hands reached for her waist as she positioned herself over Isshin's cock. Moving aside her panties, Orihime lowered herself down onto it and speared herself with his manhood, becoming one with Isshin once again.

The two lovers moaned each other's names as Orihime sank down onto Isshin's cock, taking him all the way to the base. Steading herself, Orihime leaned down and smiled at Isshin, his face curtained by her orange hair. "Isshin," she whispered softly before rolling her hips, her hot breath touching his face while she felt his cock shift inside you. "You're so big…inside me."

Leaning back, Orihime slid her small hands into Isshin's, weaving her fingers in between his before she lifted her hips. Isshin closed his eyes and bucked his hips up into Orihime, making the underwear-clad girl shake with ecstasy. The bed creaked as Orihime bounced on Isshin's cock. Isshin thought he'd seen Orihime as sexy as she could be from before with the swimsuit. But it was like he was falling for her all over again, watching her slide up and down in her underwear, her large breasts bouncing up and down as if trying to escape the confines of her bra.

Orihime's ears filled with the soft sound of her ass smacking Isshin's hips. She rolled her hips and moaned lewdly from feeling his cock hit her sensitive spots. She let go of Isshin's hands and leaned backward, her head rolling back before she rolled her hips again. "Isshin…" she moaned, "It feels so good."

Isshin reached up and grasped Orihime's breasts. He loved how the young woman moaned a little louder when he squeezed them. Grabbing the edges of her bra, he pulled them down by a hair, exposing her soft pink nipples.

The bouncing Orihime was taken by surprise when Isshin suddenly sat up, his strong arms wrapping around her. Burying his face in Orihime's cleavage, Isshin began to lick one of Orihime's nipples. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and smiled when she felt his hands slip underneath her panties to grasp her soft cheeks. The orangette bit down on her lip as she felt Isshin go deep into her, making her see stars. "Isshin! It's so good!" she couldn't help but moan loudly.

Taking his lips away from Orihime's tit, Isshin smiled at Orihime. "Yes, you do feel good around my cock," he said, hoping to tempt Orihime further with some dirty talk.

"Your cock feels so good inside me," Orihime responded, cupping her lover's face in her hands. "You're making my pussy melt."

Isshin kissed Orihime passionately as he rolled over, laying Orihime onto her back. Putting her legs on his shoulders, he grabbed ahold of her breasts before letting his passion take the reins. Orihime panted, sweat pouring down her body, as Isshin fucked her with abandon. Every thrust made her gasp and moan, threatening to send her over the edge at any moment. She grabbed the sheets and threw her head back against the pillow, wailing in ecstasy from how good her lover felt inside of her.

The tight and wet heat wrapped around Isshin made him go wild. He didn't know how it could be like this; how every time he was intimate with Orihime it was like the first. All he knew was that he loved it and part of him wished to never leave her womanhood. She was so tight and warm that with every involuntary squeeze he grunted her name and fucked her even harder and faster than before. His heavy weight kept Orihime pinned to the bed as he leaned forward, pressing his heavy chest on top of her and keeping her legs back.

Her toes curling, Orihime closed her eyes and smiled. "Oh! Ohhh!" she moaned as her body shook in Isshin's arms. She tried to fight it, to hold off that blissful feeling but it was to no avail. "Ohhhhhhh!" Her pussy tightened around Isshin's cock and she came, her face twisting with debauchery and turned slutty while her cunt gushed around the huge cock inside her.

Pushing his cock until it rested snugly against her womb and finally let it out. Giving a loud grunt, Isshin released inside Orihime, flooding her pussy with white, hot cum. Orihime pulled him into a bruising kiss while they both rode out their highs, their bodies sticking together as a cocktail of erotic juices slipped out of Orihime's plugged cunt.

Rolling onto their sides, Isshin let Orihime's legs fall from his shoulders and let her wrap them around his waist. When they parted for air a strand of saliva still connected them. "Isshin…" Orihime cooed before snuggling into Isshin's embrace. "I love you. I love you so much."

Kissing her forehead, Isshin hugged her tightly. "I love you too, Orihime."

Looking over at the clock, Orihime frowned. "Yuzu's making dinner. Should we go and help her?"

"Oh, I think we can relax for just a little while," Isshin said. He didn't want her to leave his arms just yet.

Nodding, Orihime pressed her head against Isshin's chest, feeling at piece with herself and with Isshin.

They didn't leave the bed for another hour, much to the annoyance of Yuzu and earned a light scolding for letting dinner get cold….

To be continued