Midnight. Izuku turned over to his side to see if Shouto was awake. Darkness surrounds the room as the duo were supposedly watching A Quiet Place. Shouto wasn't a big fan of scary movies and tended to cover his head whenever scary parts were occurring. "Shouto!" He called his name aloud. It was the dead of night and the sleeping Todoroki's were resting.

Well, almost every Todoroki.

Izuku slowly moved his feet from under the covers. He slowly glided it to where Shouto was lying. He wasn't sure if Shouto was sleeping or awake since his back was turned to him. He used his feet to nudge Shouto's back. "Shouto? Shouto? Are you asleep?"

"Leave me alone, Katsuki." The smacking of lips, snatching his covers to cover his head and shoving Izuku's foot away from him indicated that Shouto was dead to the world.

Within seconds, the door to Shouto's room opened. A small hand appeared first, followed by the appearance of Fuyumi. She wasn't sporting any lingerie or neglige one might see in mangas or in anime. She was wearing pink and white polka dot pajamas as she entered the room. She slowly shifted her eyes to the television screen, then to her brother, and then to Izuku.

"Dead to the world," she whispered into the darkness. She released a smile before showing herself to Izuku. "Are you ready?"

Izuku didn't answer. He removed the covers from his futon. The chill met with his sweltering legs as he felt the relief as he got up. Fuyumi left first. Izuku tiptoed slowly so he wouldn't wake up Shouto. There shouldn't be any prying eyes into the night. Izuku thought to himself as he met with his hands, releasing a silent prayer that Shouto wouldn't wake up.

"My room is right down the hall," she whispered in his ear. She took his head. "Let's go." She, too, was sweating. What warranted the lone sister to sweat, thought Izuku. She shouldn't be anywhere nervous, especially after making the moves on Izuku earlier in the restroom. He would have never thought that Fuyumi Todoroki was as bold and confident, in contrast to her nervousness and meekness in personality.

Izuku followed her as she, too, was cautious. Her younger brother was sleeping in the living room and Natsuo was awake. However, she said that Natsuo has been drinking and would tend to be knocked out over the table within a few minutes. No reason for the two of them to be disturb.

Upon making it to the room, he released a sigh. He felt like a vacuum as he withheld any of his nervousness of being caught. The lights were dim in her room. She told Izuku that her room had a dimmer so she can make the lights however she wanted. She hummed quietly as she climbed into the futon, patting the free side that was reserved for Izuku.

"Don't be shy. I promise I won't be this hasty this time around," she said quietly. Izuku nodded as he slipped into her futon. He lay down beside her, still giving her a few inches from him. Inside of the futon had a strong lingering feminine odor. Smelled like pancake and bubblegum shampoo. Her futon was soft in comparison to the one from Shouto's room. His heart was skipping beats as this was the first time to share a bed with a woman. Of course, he has had rendezvous with Rei but always in the community center. It was set upon agreement to have it there since she knew that they wouldn't be disturbed into the night. The last thing they needed was prying eyes.

It seemed that the Mother Todoroki wasn't the only Todoroki gathering interest with the emerald-haired teen.

Fuyumi rested her arm onto Izuku's chest. His breathing became labored and his heart was pacing. She spread the digits of her fingers as she touching his chest. "You have nice pecs, Izuku."

"Thanks," he said nervously.

"You aren't afraid about this, aren't you?"

"A little."

"Put your hand over my heart," she told him. Izuku stared blankly into the night when she grabbed his hand and rested it on her chest. He felt her heartbeats along with the feeling of her nipple through her pajamas. "See how my heart is beating?"

"Yeah."

"Sees that it, too, is beating too fast?"

"Yeah, I do."

"It means that I am nervous as well, Izuku."

"Nervous?"

"Yeah. I mean, I can't say I am a hundred percent brave," she said. "However, I am glad that it is with you."

She cupped his hand around her chest. She let out a tiny moan as she felt his hand on her nipple. She licked her lips as she felt the tingling sensations occurring in her nether regions. She positioned herself on top of Izuku.

"I am not too heavy," she questioned.

Izuku didn't answer, just shook his head in disagreement. She flicked his nose. "God, you are so modest." Izuku felt a hot breath on her neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they make contact with his neck. A hand ran through his hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slid his waist and pulled him close to her bubblegum scented body. Her kisses were now on his shoulders and in his hair.

"God, you are so pretty," she told him in between kisses.

"I can't say I am pretty," he responded blushingly.

"Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder," she said as she continued to lick upon his sweating neck. "And this beholder want to know, to feel, and to taste this adorable cinnamon roll in front of me."

She paused as she began taking off his shirt, tossing it aside to across the room. She proceeded in taking off her pajamas. She started with her top, exposing her bare flesh as he released that she wasn't wearing a bra. Then, she pulled down her bottom, exposing her panties. He turned away for a second until he felt her hands on his chest.

She then leaned forward, and he could feel her breasts pressing onto his bare chest, her voice whispering in his ear, "I want you to play along this time, I-zu-ku." He opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the lack of light; only to find her staring down at him, smiling more to herself than ever before, "Alright?"

Izuku didn't respond but understood as she got off of him. She turned her back to the futon and allowing Izuku to position himself on top of her. A smile spread as she grabbed his hands to place them on her tits.

Upon touching her tits, a strange, quivering sensation spread through him, as if it was almost electric. Fuyumi's tits had such a soft feeling to them. Squishy, yielding, reminding Izuku of marshmallows or some reason, figgy pudding. She let go of his hands, and to his surprise, he kept them in place.

"You can go ahead and play with them," she replied in a sing-song. He proceeded as he moved his hands up and down and around. He squeezed, he pinched, and he massaged. To the emerald-haired teen, it was mesmerizing and it was enticing. And he could feel himself growing hard against her.

"That's it, sweetie," replied Fuyumi in a raspy voice. Suddenly, she began playing with his chest. He hissed he felt her kneading his chest like dough. "That's it, cry out. Cry out for me. Let me hear your tender moans."

"Fuyumi," he cried. "I am feeling funny!"

"Yes, that face! I love seeing your pretty, pleading face. God, you are getting me wet," she replied happily.

Fuyumi decided to stop. The last thing she wanted was Izuku's failure to launch. She bit her lower lip as she decided that she wanted some action catering to herself. "Scoot down to my pussy, baby." Izuku listened as he positioned himself down to her nether regions. She guided his head so he can be in the right position.

Izuku was familiar when it came to fellatio. It wasn't long when her mother introduced him. Lying on the ground at the recreation center pleasuring the housewife. He was familiar with her musk and her taste. When it came to Fuyumi's pussy, it wasn't rancid. The musk was easily compared to her mother's. Like mother, like daughter he said to himself as he began licking her pussy.

Sparks ignited in her brain as his wettest muscle entered her cavern. She used her hand to guide his hand up and down her pussy. He wasn't bad at oral sex she said to herself. She felt that he can use some work. She promised herself to assist Izuku through further sexual education for him to become a better lover.

There was no way she wasn't going to let Izuku go from her grasp.

Becoming impatient, she grabbed Izuku's face. He looked concerned. "Did I do anything wrong," he asked her.

She shook her head in disagreement. "Uh-uh! I am just ready for that cock inside of me, dear, is all."

She had his head pressed against her chest, and wrapped her legs around him. "Put it in me," she said, need filling her voice. It took a couple of attempts, but he finally was able to find the entrance. Izuku yelped the moment it made contact with her pussy. She moaned in excitement. "Your dick is thick. I am glad to receive this!"

She gyrated her hips, situating herself to take advantage of Izuku's dick. She positioned herself to put her body on top of Izuku's. "There, there. Big sis is here. I won't leave you. I won't forsake you. I will stand by yourself forever, baby. I love you, dear. I am glad that you are within my reach."

He felt the folds of her pussy tightening. It was hot but pleasurable. However, he was too prideful to admit it. "Doesn't it feel good as we bond as brother and sister," she questioned as she continued thrusting. "Feel free to empty out your seed at any time."

Izuku felt his dick tightening and hardening, going deeper into the womb. He saw the eyes of Fuyumi rolled back. Her breath became heavier, inciting her to give him a kiss. Izuku tasted Fuyumi, along with the contents of their saliva. She pried open his tongue, making him swallow.

"I can't anymore," she said. "Empty out your contents. Empty out all of your worries." She tightened herself and pushed a final thrust to Izuku. "Now come for me. Come for your big sister, sweetie."

He lost his voice. He crackled as he released his sperm inside of her pussy. The heaviness of her body, the stickiness of their contents was getting to the best of him. He panted loudly as he continued spurting inside of Fuyumi.

"I can feel your love entering me," she cried while rubbing her stomach. "It is like liquid gold entering into my very body. You make your big sister very proud. I am happy for you. I love you, Izuku."

"Fuyumi," he cried. He gave all of the strength he could. His body gave out. He felt like gelatin. Fuyumi got from Izuku. His semen was dripping out of her pussy. Her face had a glow and she was smitten with the encounter.

Fuyumi pulled Izuku closer and had him to lie his face on her chest. "Shouto isn't up until late in the morning. You can sleep with me until then."

Mission accomplished, she thought to herself as she had her way with Izuku.

Amazing how confidence can lure her to him.

And she was far from finished with him. Very far from finished.

To be continued….