Part 8
Akiza hesitated in front of the door. She needed to steel herself first. There was no way her mother wasn't going to ask her about the party. The party Akiza insisted on attending the previous weekend in favor of coming back. Her imagination showed her vivid images of what Yukie's face must have looked like after she told her.
It had been a lie obviously.
There had been no party.
No fun.
She simply didn't want to risk running into Izayoi again.
Not yet anyway.
Ever since the 'incident', her mind had been inundated with confusion. She couldn't put it off any longer. She gripped the handle tightly and twisted. A brave face. Make it till you make it. That was Akiza's mantra as she entered the house before setting her bag down.
"Mom! I'm home! And I brought presents!" Her mother's head poked out from behind a corner shortly after, grinning.
"Oh hi sweetie." Akiza couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her mother this happy. "You bought me a present? What is it?"
"Laundry." She gave the big bag next to her a short kick while watching in amusement as her mother's expression deflated.
"That's so mean." Yukie put on her best pouty face. Somehow, her petulant face was a mood all its own.
"Sorry about that." Akiza opened her arms, embracing her mother. Yukie's grip was intense, with all the strength of a terrifying grizzly bear.
"Still, at least you're back. I missed you."
"I haven't been gone that long."
"I still missed you," her mother said again, squeezing even harder. "The house feels so empty without—hold on!" The hug ended abruptly with Akiza practically pushed out of the warm embrace. "Are you saying the only reason you came back is because you want your mother to do your laundry?!"
"Well uh...It sounds horrible when you say it like that."
"Can you say it in a non-horrible way?"
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"Hehe." Now it was Akiza's turn pout. "Have I mentioned what a wonderful mom you are?"
"Only as many times as I have mentioned what a lazy daughter you are."
"Does that mean…you're not gonna do it?" Akiza levelled up her pouty face, transforming it into a super pouty face. It was her final form and it never failed to get the job done.
"You know where the washing machine is."
Except this time.
"Welcome to the world of being self-sufficient Aki."
"Deep cut mom. Deep cut." Akiza snorted away the jab before leaving her mother behind to spend some quality time in the laundry room. She made sure to tread extra carefully…just in case her mother took pit on her.
She didn't.
"Where's Izayoi?"
"Why?" Yukie asked from the other room "Are you worried about him?"
「That's the last thing I am. Stupid perv.」
"Just wanna make sure that if he isn't here, he at least bothered to lock the door behind him."
"As a matter of fact…he did forget."
"Jerk."
"Aki, I am perfectly capable of looking after myself."
"That's not the point! Izayoi shou—"
"Are you hungry, sweetie?"
"I, had a light breakfast…" Her mother's head poked out from behind the door. Her face worn an expression that screamed 'let me pamper you'.
"…but I guess a sandwich wouldn't hurt."
"Good. I'll get started in that."
Akiza waited until after her mother disappeared again before adopting a look befitting of how she felt inside.
The reality of the matter was she knew Izayoi wasn't home. Her mother must've have forgotten, but she already mentioned he and Matsuda would be doing something together.
That's why she picked today to come back: So she didn't have to look at him.
The thought repulsed Akiza, but whenever she thought back to what had happened, she always ended up more excited than disgusted.
She deduced that there must be something very wrong if even one percent of her actually wanted something like that to happen again.
It was like there were two voices yelling at each other inside her.
The first highlighting the various rules and laws the two of them broke by engaging in such debauched behavior while a second voice cried out for more.
"In the meantime, you can load the next pile."
Akiza snapped out of her reverie just in time to go… "Huh? Next pile?" She stared down at the mountain of dirty laundry waiting comfortable in front of the washing machine. "Hold on just a minute!"
「Did mom just do what I think she did?」
"It just so happens that I was in the middle of doing laundry when you surprised me," she heard her mother declare way too casually from the kitchen.
"Just add your clothes to the pile and load the next batch."
"Hey wait, I'm not—"
"I'll get started on those sandwiches! Thanks honey!"
「Sly minx!」
Sticking her only daughter with her house work while she swanned off to make lunch.
Akiza sighed away her complaints and resigned herself to unpacking her bag and preparing the next batch.
Studying the pile, she wondered if so much laundry could really belong to only three people.
"Tck."
「Mom should be roping Izayoi into doing this, not me.」
「No! Actually if he wasn't such a selfish prick, he'd offer to do this for her!」
Her breath caught in her throat.
There they were, staring at her.
Mocking her.
—Izayoi's underwear.
"Ew gross!" Akiza shivered with disgust at the sight of them. Those were the underwear holding his thing in place.
The underwear that had been cradling his butt before she arrived.
No wonder her mother didn't want to do this job.
This wasn't the first time she'd seen Izayoi's underwear naturally. This was merely the first time she'd seen them on top of Mount Laundry.
Almost like they'd been arranged to broadcast their grossness.
Arranged to get her attention.
…there was something else though.
Akiza realized she'd been staring at one Izayoi's t-shirts for an uncomfortably long while.
"Aki, do you want ham or bacon?!"
It took a few more attempts before she finally heard her mother's question.
"Bacon, please!" Akiza teared herself away from the disgusting sight. She wanted to reach from her pile but…
「What is happening?」
She couldn't move.
At the same time, Akiza felt her heart starting to beat really fast. She found herself going back to admiring Izayoi's disgusting garments. For some reason she couldn't help but look at them.
Her hand slipped down to her crotch without her consent.
"What the hell?"
A line of slickness was already there, awaiting her touch.
Somehow her pussy was trembling in anticipation at the thought of…that!
"No way!" Akiza shook her head. She drove the disgusting idea to the furthest corners of her mind. I pulled her hand back up like she was stopping herself from touching a hot fire.
Akiza finally regained control of her body and quickly began loading the washing machine with clothing, but every time she touched something of Izayoi's…
A shirt, or shorts…
She continued loading when one of Izayoi's t-shirts brushed past her, tilted at a higher angle so she could—
Sniff.
「It's sweaty.」
"Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!" She pulled the garment away.
「Why the hell did I raise my hand so freaking high?!」
But her nose seemed to…enjoy the smell?
「I'm imagining things.」
There was no way Izayoi's filthy pervert stink could do anything other than repulse her.
She hated his scent.
She hated his guts.
And she hated him.
The memory of what happened the other day strolled to the foreground of her mind and that helped. Izayoi was nothing but a perverted wolf in man's clothing.
She couldn't stand his smell.
…And yet, she was becoming even damper down there. She quickly snaked a hand between her legs, gently rubbing herself through her panties.
Akiza pushed the thought of what Izayoi did aside to picked up one of his briefs. Instead of throwing it into the washer, she pushed it up against her nose and…
Sniff.
"Mmmmmmmmmm~"
Akiza immediately pulled away.
"Ew…I touched it?! What the hell am I thinking?"
Her hand felt around on the floor, finding and rubbing her face against another article of clothing. She inhaled Izayoi's aroma.
Sniff.
"Gawd, it stinks…♥!"
Yet her body considered this smell celestial. Izayoi's used garment possessed a sweet musky smell.
「My brain feels sorta tingly…」
This bizarre, erotic bouquet was somehow affecting her.
Affecting her down there.
Akiza jammed another article of Izayoi's clothing up against her face before breathing through the thin cotton.
It tasted a little salty.
「Happiness through efficiency. Efficiency through procreation. Decadence is prohibited. Decadence leads to independence. Independence leads to disorder. Disorder leads to displeasure. Displeasure leads to despondency.」
Akiza didn't understand what was going on, so she kept saying the mantra to herself in her mind. But that wasn't enough to stop her. Izayoi's briefs still kissed her lips. The scent felt like it had somehow been amplified tenfold.
「This scent is way too thick…」
It was stimulating all her senses.
「His stench is filling my lungs.」
Akiza risked sticking out her tongue and tickling the centre of the clothing.
It was dry, but that just made her imagine—
She shook her head in disgust.
「If Izayoi ever finds out about this…」
「If mom walks in on me…」
Akiza ran her nose all along another pair of Izayoi's briefs she selected from the pile. She could clearly see him in her mind's eye sliding out of them, revealing his long, toned legs.
「What is happening…♥?」
Sniff.
Akiza's pussy throbbed with wet emotions as she continued to visualize her step-brother walking into her bedroom and leaving the clothes on her bed for her to discover. Juices stained her panties further.
「Did I just squirt a little?」
The slickness seemed to suggest a tiny leak. That weird, illegal excitement from before was back. Voices kept telling her to stop. Told her which laws she was breaking by doing this. The consequences and penalties of continuing were. Even so, Akiza, without understanding why, thought about taking this experience further.
Lifting up her skirt for Izayoi.
Pulling down his pants.
Taking in the delicious scent of his underwear briefly before admiring him down there.
Akiza's pussy dripped with excitement as she mounted him.
She had to be on top.
She had to be the one grinding herself against his body. Akiza's imagination painted more intense canvases of Izayoi's thing entering—
Akiza quickly discarded the underwear.
"That is sooooo gross!"
「What is wrong with me?」
Thinking about doing something like that.
"This is so messed up."
Looking down, she noticed she sitting on the floor, beside the mountain of laundry.
「When did I sit down?」
She couldn't recall.
She let out a short shriek. Somehow she was sitting next to the mountain of laundry in only her bra and panties.
"When did I take my clothes off?" Akiza wanted to stand but for some reason her legs felt full of pins and needles.
"Aki?" Akiza's heart skipped a couple of regularly timed beats at how close the voice sounded. She found Yukie standing in the doorway, with a puzzled look. "What are you doing?"
Akiza hastily covered up before quickly willing herself to stand, trembling.
"I uh…I…I was…"
「This can't be happening.」
"I was—about to take a shower!" Sure, that may as well be the explanation. Heck, she was halfway undressed anyway.
"A shower? In the laundry room?" Yukie looked around the room, as if to confirm where they were.
"Well obviously I'm going to go to the shower from here."
"You're going to strut around the house…like that?" It sounded even more ridiculous when she put it like that.
"You said Izayoi's not here so I don't see what the problem is." It took willpower to avoid drowning in this hypnotic stupor that her step-brother's filthy clothes had put her in.
Akiza's body teetered on edge of sexual release; all because she sniffed some of her brother's clothes.
But that smell…
She could practically taste his filth inside her mouth. The image made her entire body shiver from revulsion.
"Aki, are you alright?" Her mother's expression was one of genuine concern.
「I don't know.」