Nishikata Family (One-Shot)

Nishikata came home tired, shuffling after a long day of work. The sun had set, and the lights in her home looked cozy through the window. He opened the front door and the silence of the house welcomed him. His footsteps echoed in the hallway as he made his way to his room, eager to rest and relax.

As he approached the door of his room, Nishikata heard soft murmurs and groans that made his heart race. With a lump in his throat, he approached the crack in the door, which was ajar. His mind reeled as he saw his wife and young daughter, Chi, in an act of intimacy, entwined in a sensual dance. Nishikata swallowed unconsciously, feeling a mixture of surprise and excitement.

He vaguely remembered one night when, drunk, he had come home confused and did not remember the details of what had happened. He could only remember his wife's playful smile when he woke up, which made him think that she had some funny joke in mind. That night, his wife had proposed a game that consisted of blindfolding him and not allowing him to touch her during sex. Although confused, Nishikata accepted the challenge, tempted by the novelty of the game.

During the act, Nishikata felt a different pressure, as if his wife had become closer. Although confused, he enjoyed the experience. When he finished, his wife removed the cloth that covered her eyes, revealing the pleasant face of their young daughter, Chi, who had enjoyed the meeting. His wife, in a playful tone, commented that she could understand why Nishikata had kissed the young daughter the night before, given that he was drunk and probably mistook Chi for herself in her youth, when they met. Nishikata was shocked to hear this, as he didn't remember doing such a thing. However, he admitted that, if he had been unconscious due to alcohol, it was plausible that he would have acted that way. He understood then why, when he woke up, he was confused about what had happened.

From that night on, the dynamic between the three changed. Their intimate encounters became more frequent, and the initial confusion was transformed into a pleasurable game of shared sensations and emotions.

Nishikata sank into pleasure once more, the sound of his wife and daughter's moans filling the shared room. The intensity of their encounters created a stronger bond, a bond that held them together in their mutual exploration of pleasure. At the end of the night, exhausted and satisfied, the three fell asleep in each other's arms, tiredness leading to a deep, restful sleep.

The next morning arrived with sunlight filtering through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, warm glow. Nishikata, still half-drowsy, began to become aware of the world around him. He felt a strange combination of warmth and pleasure that was concentrated in his crotch, a sensation that slowly woke him up from deep sleep.

As his mind cleared, Nishikata began to notice something unusual. The source of his pleasure was not a mere dream or a passing sensation. It was real, tangible. He could feel the warmth and humidity, the rhythmic movement that ran through his member with a precision that almost made him shudder.

He opened his eyes slowly, lowering his eyes to discover the origin of such a pleasant sensation. There, between the messy sheets, was Chi, his young daughter, naked and completely devoted to her task. His lips circled his member, moving with a softness and dexterity that spoke of a silent, almost reverent dedication. His hands caressed his thighs, while his tongue glided over the most sensitive spots, extracting every moan and spasm of pleasure from Nishikata.

Nishikata's initial amazement quickly mixed with a wave of intense pleasure. He could barely remember how he had gotten to this point. Had it been his wife who had let him in? Or had it been himself, lost in the limbo of desire and confusion from the night before?

But at the time, the questions didn't matter. The sensation was overwhelming, Chi's movements were hypnotic, and before he could stop, Nishikata felt his body respond instinctively. With a muffled groan, he reached climax, breaking free into Chi's mouth. She, without pausing for a moment, received it all, sipping softly until nothing was left but a satisfied sigh escaping Nishikata's lips.

Chi looked up, his eyes shining with a mixture of mischief and satisfaction, as he licked his lips with a mischievous smile. "Good morning, Dad," he muttered softly, as if the scene that had just unfolded was the most natural thing in the world.

Nishikata, still breathing heavily, could not help the mixture of guilt and desire that invaded him. I had woken up in a reality I had never imagined, one where the boundaries between fantasy and reality seemed to blur more with each new dawn.

After the intense experience with Chi, Nishikata got out of bed, his mind still shrouded in a cloud of confusion and residual pleasure. He headed towards the kitchen, where he hoped to find some normalcy in the middle of the strange morning he was living.

As I entered the kitchen, the aroma of breakfast filled the air. His wife (formerly Takagi), was standing by the stove, apparently busy preparing the meal. He was wearing an apron that covered the front, but Nishikata soon noticed something that made his pulse race.

The apron, although it covered his front, left his rear completely exposed. His wife's bare skin glowed softly in the morning light, revealing her curves in a provocative way as she moved to cook. The contrast between the innocent task of preparing breakfast and the provocative display was as striking as it was seductive.

Nishikata, his mind still revolted by what had happened to Chi, walked to the refrigerator, trying to keep his composure. He took out a jug of water, filled a glass, and when he raised the water to his lips, he looked up at his wife again. The moment his eyes fell on his bare butt, the surprise made him spit out the water in his mouth.

His wife, always aware of the effects her actions had on her husband, turned slightly, noticing Nishikata's reaction. With a mischievous smile and a spark in his eyes, he decided to take the game a little further.

"Do you like what you see, Nishikata-kun?" he said playfully, moving his hips suggestively, causing the apron to sway and revealing more skin with each movement.

Nishikata felt his heart race, and his body responded instantly to the provocation. His member began to harden, as if it were an automatic reaction to his wife's sensual play. The way she moved, the way the apron barely covered what was necessary, and the confidence with which she looked at him, all made him feel as if he was being swept up in a whirlwind of desire.

Before he could think about what he was doing, Nishikata put the glass down on the counter and walked over to his wife. He took her by the waist, gently pulling her toward him. His wife let out a small laugh, satisfied with the reaction he had provoked.

"I knew you couldn't resist," he whispered, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes full of mischief.

Without further ado, Nishikata turned her toward him, pushing the apron aside so he could feel her skin against his. He kissed her urgently, as if there was no time to lose. His wife responded with equal intensity, letting herself be carried away by the heat of the moment.

The passion between them was undeniable, and soon their bodies met in a dance of desire in the kitchen. The chill of the countertop contrasted with the warmth of their bodies as Nishikata lifted his wife, placing her on the smooth surface. The apron slid completely, exposing her entire body.

Nishikata let himself be carried away for the moment, his hands running down every inch of his wife as she wrapped her legs around him. The kitchen, which had begun as an everyday setting, became the scene of an explosion of passion. The sounds of their love filled the space, every moan, every whisper, a reminder of the deep connection they shared.

In the midst of it all, Nishikata could hardly think of anything but the desire he felt for his wife, how she, with a simple movement, could turn him on in a way that no one else could.

Every movement, every caress, was filled with a passion that united them beyond words. Time seemed to stand still as their bodies met, enjoying the intimacy they shared in that space that was now impregnated with the warmth of their love.

When it was all over, they were both breathing heavily, sweat glistening on their bodies as they leaned against each other, enjoying the moment after, that moment of calm that always follows the storm of passion. Takagi smiled, his expression one of complete satisfaction, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before getting up to finish preparing breakfast.

Nishikata watched her as she returned to the stove, this time covering herself completely with her apron. His mind still swirled with recent memories, but he knew that the morning must go on. She dressed quickly, leaving the kitchen for a moment to wash up and prepare for the day ahead.

When he returned to the kitchen, breakfast was served. The table was set with care: the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, the soft sound of toast, and the plates of food that his wife had prepared with dedication. However, there was something else in the scene that caught his attention.

Arriving at the table, he saw how his daughter and wife were talking calmly, as if what had happened before was the most natural thing in the world. Chi's laughter echoed in the kitchen, while his wife responded with a smile, enjoying the light conversation.

Nishikata sat down at the table, trying to focus on the breakfast in front of him, but his eyes couldn't help but wander to the two women. He observed how they interacted, how they looked at each other and smiled with complicity. It was an almost idyllic scene, an image of harmony that belied everything I had experienced in the last few days.

As he took a sip of coffee, Nishikata realized that something inside him was changing. The doubts and confusion that had plagued him were beginning to dissipate, leaving room for quiet acceptance. Their life had taken an unexpected turn, but that turn had brought with it a new reality, one that involved a new relationship with the two of them in their daily lives.

His wife (Takagi) looked up and caught him staring at them. His eyes shone with the mischievousness he had always loved in her, and Chi, following her gaze, smiled as well. They both gave him a warm smile, filled with a shared happiness that Nishikata could barely comprehend, but could not deny.

It was at that moment, as he watched them smile at him with such affection, that Nishikata knew. There was no escaping this new reality. The situation he was in, with his wife and daughter, was no longer something he could run away from or dodge. He had crossed a threshold, one that would transform his life forever.

Inside, Nishikata accepted the inevitable. This new dynamic, strange and perplexing as it was, was becoming their way of life. The rules had changed, and now, he lived with these two women in a precarious, but surprisingly harmonious, balance. His heart beat faster as he thought about what the future held for them, but he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow this was what his life was meant to be from now on.