Shin's bedroom was dim, quiet, and warm, the faint hum of the air conditioner blending with soft, shallow breaths. A second bed had been crammed beside his, covered in matching sheets, as if it were always meant to be there. No one questioned the bizarre arrangement—no one except Yuki.
"This is ridiculous," he muttered under his breath, tugging awkwardly at the hem of the pink nightgown Ai had lent him. "Why am I even wearing this..."
His complaints went ignored.
On the spare bed, Aiko had curled her back to them, cradling Asahi tightly. Her long legs intertwined with his smaller ones. One of her hands lay around his waist, firm yet soft, holding him in place. Her other hand gently stroked the back of his head, pressing his face deeper between the mounds of her breasts. Her nightgown—also Ai's—strained across her chest, several buttons purposefully undone. She wore a serene, motherly smile, as if nothing in the world mattered more than shielding Asahi's innocent eyes from what was happening only a few feet away.
But Aiko was listening. Watching. Her ears caught every quiet gasp, every shift of breath. Her eyes occasionally flicked over her shoulder.
On Shin's bed, things had already started to unravel.
Shin sat up with his back resting against the headboard, his body barely covered by a loose pair of black shorts. His chest glistened faintly in the low light—each motion of his toned abs made Ai's eyes widen and Yuki's jaw clench, though he quickly turned his head to the side with a flustered huff.
"D-Don't get cocky just because you've got muscles, idiot," Yuki snapped, his voice trembling more from anticipation than irritation. He was flushed red to the ears, his thighs pressed tightly together under the thin fabric of Ai's short gown.
Ai chuckled beside him, her fingers lazily running up Shin's abdomen. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "You really should stop teasing Yuki, Onii-Chan. He's going to snap soon."
Shin tilted his head to look down at Yuki, who was visibly squirming, his hands bunching up the hem of the gown in his lap. "What's wrong, Yuki? You're acting like a virgin."
"S-Shut up!" Yuki hissed back.
"Too cute," Shin whispered.
Rika, who had been quietly kneeling on Shin's other side, said nothing. Her hands trembled slightly, and her eyes were heavy with nervous desire. Her chest rose and fell, and her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her own nightgown. It was her first time. She had waited, watched Ai and Yuki take their turns with Shin. Now, it was hers.
Ai didn't wait for the signal. She reached down with a playful smirk, her fingers sliding under Shin's waistband. He was already hard.
"You're always ready." she whispered. Then, without breaking eye contact with Rika, she leaned down and kissed Shin's length through the fabric. Rika followed Ai's movements with wide eyes.
Ai's fingers curled around him, pulling his shorts down just enough for his erection to spring free. Rika gasped quietly, the sight alone making her thighs rub together instinctively.
"Come on, Rika," Ai said softly. "It's not scary."
Rika swallowed, nodding once, then reached out with a shaking hand. Her fingertips brushed the side of Shin's shaft. Ai guided her hand gently, wrapping it around him.
"That's it," she murmured. "Nice and slow."
As Rika began to stroke him with unsure hands, Ai leaned down and pressed her lips to the tip, licking slowly, teasingly. Yuki groaned softly beside them, shifting on his knees as he tried to hide the heat between his legs.
"You're going to ignore me all night?" Yuki muttered.
Shin turned his head and caught Yuki's wrist. "Not a chance."
He yanked the smaller boy onto his lap, and Yuki squeaked, his legs straddling Shin's thighs before he could resist. His nightgown hiked up his hips, revealing the bulge straining beneath the lace panties Ai had dared him to wear.
"Sh-Shut up! I-I didn't ask for this!"
"Then why are you so hard?" Shin whispered, dragging a hand up Yuki's inner thigh.
Yuki groaned, collapsing against his chest, his forehead pressed into Shin's collarbone.
Down below, Ai and Rika continued working him together—Ai with her tongue and lips, Rika with her soft, eager hand. The contrast between Ai's skill and Rika's innocent curiosity made Shin's head tilt back, a deep groan escaping his throat.
Aiko turned her head slowly, catching sight of the act. Her lips parted, and her eyes softened. But she said nothing, simply holding Asahi tighter as the boy's breathing began to slow against her breasts.
"He's almost asleep," she whispered.
Rika looked up, her cheeks burning. "Haa-Onee-Chan... is this really okay?"
"He won't know," Aiko said, her voice low, tender. "Just focus on Shin."
Ai slid two fingers into her mouth, then pulled Rika forward by the wrist. "It's your turn, Rika. Ride him."
Rika's breath caught. Her eyes flicked toward Shin's cock, throbbing and slick from Ai's mouth and her own timid strokes. Shin sat back slightly, holding Yuki tightly with one arm, while the other reached out for Rika.
"You're ready," he said gently.
Rika nodded slowly, then climbed over his lap, knees straddling his waist. She paused, her hands on his chest, and bit her lip.
Ai came up behind her, whispering into her ear. "Just sink down slowly. We're right here."
With Ai's hands guiding her hips, Rika lowered herself onto Shin's cock. Her breath hitched—half gasp, half moan—as he stretched her open for the first time. She trembled violently, hands gripping Shin's shoulders.
"O-Onii-San... it's too much..."
"You can take it," Ai whispered, kissing her cheek.
Yuki was still grinding against Shin's stomach, his face buried in the crook of Shin's neck, letting out high, breathless gasps with every subtle motion of his hips. One of Shin's hands slipped under the hem of Yuki's gown, finding him soaked through his panties.
"Still pretending you don't love this?" Shin teased.
"Sh-Shut up! Idiot! J-Just touch me already!"
As Rika began to move her hips in shaky, rhythmic circles, Ai slid beside them, kissing Shin's neck. The three of them were tangled in sweat, moans, and heat.
On the adjacent bed, Aiko pressed her hand over Asahi's head, shielding his ears. He had finally fallen asleep.
And Aiko's smile slowly shifted.
"...Taa-kun..." she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
But she didn't move yet. She just watched, waiting.
And letting her own arousal build.
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END OF CHAPTER : 168 : A NIGHT OF IMPATIENCE!
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