Tsuki panted, her arms wrapping around Ethan's neck. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her breasts bouncing violently. She lifted her legs higher and spread them wider to let him penetrate as deep as possible. As he adapted to the tight squeeze, Ethan began to drive his dragon through her valley, trying to hit the "life-chamber" that had birthed Hana and Yanagi.
The room was filled with her moans, which had turned from intermittent to a continuous, rhythmic song of pleasure. Her black-stockinged legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.
Downstairs, the Uzaki sisters had finished cleaning. "Yanagi, why haven't Mom and Ethan come back yet?" Hana asked worriedly. She knew Ethan's stamina was superhuman, but looking at the hole in the wall, she felt a different kind of anxiety.
"Let's go look," Yanagi suggested. Her bangs hid her expression, but Hana could hear the curiosity and excitement in her voice.
After some hesitation, Hana said, "Let's wait a bit. I'll go run the bath. If they aren't down by the time I'm done, we can use the excuse of telling Mom the bath is ready."
"Okay. I'll go to my room and do some homework," Yanagi said with a pout. "Everything's been a mess today; I haven't started yet."
The sisters split up. Hana went to the bathroom, while Yanagi headed upstairs. Passing her parents' room, she heard her father snoring and curled her lip in disgust. She reached her own room and tried the handle. It was locked.
"Huh? Did I lock it earlier?" She pulled out her key, but the door wouldn't budge—it was bolted from the inside.
She stood there, annoyed, then grew curious. What had they been talking about for an hour? Her room was well-insulated, but pressing her ear to the door, she heard it.
"Mmm... Ethan... so deep... harder!... So good!... Eeya!..."
The intermittent moans hit Yanagi's ears. Her body instinctively reacted. "Auntie Tsuki, I feel great too. Your inside is as tight as a young girl's..." Ethan's heavy breathing and praise echoed in Yanagi's mind.
So that's why the door is locked...
The busty, long-legged middle-schooler felt a surge of jealousy at being beaten to the punch, combined with a flash of anger at her mother for "betraying" her. But mostly, she felt envy and excitement. If her mother had fallen, she certainly couldn't object to Yanagi's own plans.
Listening to the erotic sounds, Yanagi's hand strayed into her cotton panties. She began to stimulate her own clitoris in sync with her mother's moans. But being in the hallway where Kiri might see her, she couldn't get the satisfaction she needed.
Suddenly, the door was unbolted and swung open. Yanagi gasped and tumbled backward as she lost her balance. Instead of hitting the floor, she was caught in a hot, familiar embrace.
"Yanagi, eavesdropping comes with a price," Ethan whispered in her ear.
"Yanagi?!" Tsuki's voice rang out, a mix of shock and shame. She scrambled to pull the duvet over her red-marked, sexy body.
Ethan didn't give them a chance to talk. He stepped back into the room, kicked the door shut, bolted it, and immediately captured Yanagi's pink, tempting lips. The girl offered only a weak moan before her tongue invaded Ethan's mouth, tangling with his. She completely ignored her blushing mother on the bed. She wanted to catch up to her sister and mother immediately.
Ethan's hands roamed over her long-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, eventually resting on her long, jade-like legs. Tsuki watched them, her own lust reigniting. Perhaps it was the setting, or the fact that she was about to serve Ethan alongside her daughter, but she felt even more desperate for him now. She crawled over and hugged Ethan from behind.
"Yanagi, go take a bath and come back with Hana," Tsuki whispered as Ethan and Yanagi parted for air. "It's your first time; Hana and I will help you."
"Hmph..." Yanagi pouted in Ethan's arms. "Mom just wants to keep Ethan to herself."
"Don't you want your first time to be perfect?" Tsuki countered.
Yanagi blushed and reluctantly left Ethan's embrace. "Wait for me, Ethan. Don't let Mom drain you dry."
Tsuki glared at her. What kind of daughter says that to her mother? But then she looked at Ethan—he had finished twice, and she had climaxed three or four times, yet he looked more energetic than ever. She found herself swallowing hard as she looked at his thick dragon. "Don't worry, I couldn't satisfy your 'brother-in-law' on my own anyway."
She urged her daughter to go get ready. Hana hadn't been exaggerating about Ethan's stamina. Tsuki, despite her beauty, was middle-aged; she wouldn't be able to handle him alone.