Before reading, I did some age modification with certain members of the Todoroki family. Despite Toya being the older brother in canon, I have made him Eri and Kota's age. Aside from that, everything else is much the same. I have done it because I am still in a debate to use this story to coincide with the Pool chapters. Not sure but we will see. Thanks and enjoy the story!

Fuyumi wants some more, Izuku!

Izuku easily got distracted when Shouto flicked some popcorn onto his face.

"Quit it, dude! You can really poke an eye out!"

Shouto overlooked his friend 'salty, yet buttery" feelings. As he was adding more cheese powder to the popcorn, he adjusted the covers they were sharing.

"We've already watched A Christmas Story, silly!" Shouto grabbed the remote as they were perusing Netflix. Sticking his tongue out, the white-redhead boy was looking for something foreign, yet hilarious. "Dude," he shouted excitedly. "Rocko's Modern Life got a reboot special!"

Gathering the popcorn to eat as he didn't believe in wasting precious kernels, Izuku nodded. "Yep! Watched the episode last week with Mom. She, too, is part of the Rock-O-Rama!"

Shouto removed the covers as he jumped from the couch. "Going to get more soda! Care for some soda or some tea," asked his friend.

"Man, you've been good to me, bro! Should have you on the weekends when I am lazy," replied Izuku as he was checking his cell phone.

"Look, dude! Only being friendly because you've promised me that you will speak to Momo for me," said Shouto. Izuku kept his face forward. He didn't want to see the glaring eyes to remind him to make a route to see the vice-president in a chance on going on a date. Honestly, the teen was surprised that his best friend was even infatuated with the tall and sexy brunette.

"A thousand times, dude! Monday, okay?" Izuku shook his head. "It is stuff like this when I don't believe in having favors!"

He felt the cold orange soda sitting atop of his head.

"And that's why you love me for it, Icchan!"

Izuku shook his head once more of his lovable oaf. "Yeah! Yeah! Nothing but love."

As the bros were getting adjusted back to watching some cult classic, American programming, the sound of an unlocked door ensued.

"Yo, Icchan! Brat! Soup's on." It was Fuyumi that was the source of the voice. Fuyumi used her foot to close the door. In her possession, she was carrying bags of take-out food.

"The Nigerian joint nearby was having a two-for-one sale," said Fuyumi excitedly as she placed the items on the table. The sound of her removing her overcoat and placing her keys on the table could be heard from behind the boys. Izuku's mouth was beginning to water for the taste of barbecue suya.

"You boys wash up," said Fuyumi. "Mom won't be home. She is at a meeting."

"Those meeting with those depressing housewives," moaned Shouto as he removed the covers once more.

"Oi! Mind your business! Mom needs to go out for a change," retorted Fuyumi.

"Still, this can be time to spend it with us."

"And you ragging on how bored you are?"

"I'm not bored," he said calmly. "Just a change of venue for a change. It gets tiresome to go to art museums and libraries." He stretched his arms out as he was sneakily trying to grab the fried akara field rice. It was met with a slap of the hand from his sister.

"Wash up," retorted his sister. Shouto scoffed as he walked passed her. Fuyumi's nose twitched. Like a dog, she began sniffing the source of the disrupting scent that she would call a foul odor.

"Shouto, when was the last time you'd showered?"

The younger brother lifted his arms, snatching the flaky crust of his deodorant. He sniffed his fingers. He was taken aback but played coy without giving his sister a rousing suspicion. "When was the last time we have gone to church?"

The lone sister placed her hands on her hips. "I rest my case!" She turned her eyes to the hallway. "Luckily, I can manage to conserve my appetite. Until you take a bath, no dinner!"

Shouto groaned once more. "C' mon, sis!"

She stamped her foot, even alerting Izuku as he was in mid-text with Momo about setting a meeting point.

"Don't make me have to say it again, young man!" She glared at him, furrowing her eyes. "Or, do I need to tell Mom that the condoms she found in the trash can weren't Father's, as you have stated, and not…."

"Ok," he interjected. "I will take the damn shower."

"You...what?"

He flinched his eyes, turning away. "I will take a shower, Fuyumi!"

His response was met with a friendly smile. "Good!" She leaned back on the counter, staring at the hallway. "Unless you have a magic carpet, Aladdin, I think you need to make a move on."

"Fine!" Shouto slowly paced to the hallway. He turned to Izuku. "Want to come and join me?"

Fuyumi intervened. "Izuku has stuff for him to do. I know he took a shower, not you!"

"Fuyumi?!"

"Mom, Dad, the Condom?"

Shouto cursed under his breath but inaudible for Fuyumi to hear. Knowing he didn't want any further trouble, he walked to the hallway toward the bathroom. Fuyumi eyed her brother before he closed the door. Upon closing the door, the lone sister finally has a few moments to herself with her meal.

"I-zu-ku?"

Izuku was frozen stiff. Hearing the alluring, lecherous voice of the preying sister was upon him. She slowly tiptoed, taking her time. She knew that Izuku could never resist her charms. Like a siren, he was pulled into the tune, being taken away, forever consumed by the lustrous Fuyumi herself.

Izuku put his phone aside, no longer going to communicate with Momo for the time being.

Fuyumi positioned her body onto the couch. She planted her nose onto his hair, inhaling the sweet smell of his oatmeal raisin shampoo. She inhaled sharply, slowly drifting her hands across his broad chest. Licking her lips, she slowly spread her legs, allowing her pussy to breathe. If one were to pay attention, a tiny sound of a rotor could be heard.

"Did you miss me, my little fishy?"

Izuku didn't answer. Her hands were slowly gliding across his chest. Through his t-shirt, she was flicking his nipples. Izuku was burnt red, inhaling sharply by her womanly touch.

"Let me ask you again, sweetie." She let out a chuckle. Her hot breath hovering over his head. "Did you miss me?"

Izuku didn't answer. But he nodded. She trailed her nose from his head to the nape of his neck. Continuing to use her hands, she ventured from his chest down to the center of his groin. "Your dick must feel stuffy being confined in those pants," she told him. She took glances, being sure that she wasn't going to be disturbed.

She knew that her father wouldn't be home for another week as he was at a retreat with some old UA buddies of his. Natsuo was visiting friends in America. Toya was on a playdate with Eri and Kota. With nothing to interlope or to intervene, she can finally have Izuku to herself.

Izuku absorbed her womanly musk, inhaling the sweaty honeydew fragrance. Izuku extended his hands as he made contact with Fuyumi's lips. The duo swapped tongues, creating a dance between the pair. Both were contesting on which tongue would go into the other. Fuyumi was cautious as she didn't want to bump their teeth into each other again. Izuku was still a sloppy kisser as his lip movement was going all over the place. However, she enjoyed novices. Knowing that he was her finger made it sweeter.

She broke the kiss, creating a bridge of their shared saliva. Fuyumi moved her hair from her face. She was quite surprised by Izuku's tenacity. No resistance, no rebuttal. As if he gave her the green light to continue.

"We won't have much time before Shouto comes out," she informed him. "But it wouldn't hurt for a nasty fasty." She walked around to his center. She removed her yellow scrunchie from her ponytail, tossing it in front of him. Her eyes were glaring at God's gift that was bound in his pants. "Let's make this quick before he comes out."

Izuku nodded, spreading his legs as he reached for the zipper. She smacked his thigh.

"No need! Don't forget who runs this show." She chuckled, watching him press back to the couch. She reached for his pants. She used her mouth to remove the zipper. Accomplishing that task, she reached her hand into his boxers, removing his stuffy cock. She smiled, smelling the musky fragrance.

"You followed directions," she cackled. "Washing everything but your spicy sausage." A few days after their previous rendezvous, Fuyumi instructed the teen to cautiously avoiding washing his dick. Following her orders, whenever he took a shower, he would wrap his dick in plastic wrap. He was grateful that he was old enough without having his mother dearest notice anything peculiar.

Izuku's eyes watched, lingering at Fuyumi's tongue drooling onto his dick. He felt embarrassed, especially when he was the center of attention. He tried diverting his attention onto the television. Netflix screensaver was in progress. An image of one of the girls from Castlevania appeared on the screen. Lecherous thoughts were entering his mind, especially after recently encountering some Castlevania fanfiction, thanks to Katsuki.

His somewhat flaccid penis was now at half-mast.

Fuyumi spat on his cock. Using her hand as lube, he could hear the slushing sounds as she was shifting his cock in an upward-and-downward motion.

"I've been craving for this sausage all day," said Fuyumi. "And a frosty milkshake to go with it."

"..."

"You don't like when I talk perverted about your cock, don't you?"

"..."

"Oh, my little fishy! Don't worry! This won't take long."

Seeing that his dick was greasy enough, she applied more drool onto his dick with her mouth.

"Itadakimasu!" She opened her mouth and welcoming his throbbing member into her mouth. He felt the intensity of heat coming from her mouth on his dick. She licked his dick from the shaft to the phallus. Izuku muffled his moans by biting his tongue. He questioned her skills as they were nearly perfect. The suction of her lips, the way she slid her tongue around his mushroom cap, her effortless bobbing up and down his entire length without even a hint of gagging or choking.

Even if he wanted to remain silent, no way in God's Earth would prevent him from containing his moans.

She paused, creating a pop sound from her lips as she got from his dick. She looked at him from her hands and knees.

"Enjoying yourself, Izuku?"

He nodded in agreement.

"As much I want to bathe in your cum, but unfortunately, I am sporting this brand new teeth whitening and I am not sure how the chemistry would mix," she told him matter-of-factly. She then looked at the cover beside him. She began smiling. "However, you can stain Shouto's favorite cover for now."

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "His favorite Invader Zim cover."

She nodded. "Hmm, hmm."

"Is that wise?"

"Oh, sweetness!" She got up from all fours, sitting beside him. As a teaser, she slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Being a teacher can be so exhausting and constricting." Izuku saw her DD-size breasts popping out of her shirt, strengthening and hardening his erection. "Besides, that is so much his favorite," she winked, "unless we forget that little boys tend to get horny and sometimes tried to hide their secrets between the sheets."

She, then, began stroking his dick faster. The slicking, greasy sounds produced by her soft hand gliding up and down his cock was becoming unbearable. She took moments to peck him on the neck. She knew he was close to orgasm.

"I am coming," warned Izuku.

"Come for me, baby," she told him. Fuyumi kept a firm grip on him, ensuring that it was Shouto's cover alone that was soiled. She continued to stroke him as he began releasing jet-like streams of his milk. She lightly giggled as she saw her brother's cover being stained by his best friend's milk. Fuyumi continued stroking his dick until his orgasm ceased.

"Hey, sis! I am out! Where are my boxers?"

Fuyumi wiped the remnants of her semen-soaked hands onto Shouto's cover, glaring delightfully at Izuku. She turned to her brother. "Check the laundry room, Shouto! Yesterday was your day to laundry."

He snapped his fingers. "That's right. Thanks, sis!"

"Don't mention it. Now hurry up so the food won't get cold." She turned to Izuku. "Hungry?" She pecked him on the cheek before standing up to return to the kitchen. She positioned her clothes to appear that she wasn't giving her brother's best friend a handjob-fellatio appetizer.

"Spending the night, Izuku," asked Fuyumi.

Before he parted his mouth, Shouto intervened. "Yeah, he is! His mother is out of town until tomorrow! Mom gave him the okay!"

"Oh...okay! Charmed!"

Izuku delicately removed the covers beside him. He made a mental note to never share that cover with Shouto or anyone again. Especially after realizing the 'blotched' stains.

Oh! My mom tends to accidentally bleach this!

Izuku knew he had another busy night with Fuyumi. So he might as well get his fill on the barbecue suya.

To be continued….