No Housework, Just Temptation
“Y-you're saying I'm turned on…. That could never happen.”
“You say that, and yet you're sweating buckets and running a fever.”
“C-cleaning! Yes, cleaning! It's only natural to work up a sweat while cleaning, isn't it?”
My sister-in-law's flustered scrambling looked like nothing so much as a desperate attempt to talk her way out of it.
In a single stroke, she'd laid bare the fact that she had something to feel guilty about.
“Our sister-in-law really is an open book.”
“W-what's that supposed to mean?”
I grinned as I watched her play dumb to the very end.
With me holding her from behind, she had no way of knowing what kind of expression I was wearing.
Slowly… slowly…
One of the hands wrapped around her slid past her breast and began a gradual descent toward her navel.
At last it came to rest on the tiny scrap of fabric covering her below.
“A-ah…. W-where do you think you're touching!?”
“Where else? Your underwear, sister-in-law.”
“I don't think you needed to ask to know that.”
“And I assumed that's what you were asking, but apparently not. Then perhaps you're asking about this…?”
“Ngh….”
I stroked her gently over the fabric of her underwear.
Already a little damp, the cloth had lost its usual slippery quality and clung in a sticky mess instead.
No matter how much sweat builds up, it's genuinely difficult for fabric to soak through to the point of showing pale skin beneath.
The house wasn't hotter than thirty degrees, and she hadn't done nearly enough cleaning to work up that kind of lather — so it was all but impossible.
“Sister-in-law. Is this sweat too?”
“Don't touch it! It's d-dirty!”
“Why would it be dirty when we're both just people? Besides, you've already been rolling around dripping with sweat — no need to get shy about it now.”
There was nothing left between us that the other hadn't seen.
Honestly, even if she were completely naked, it wouldn't have made a lick of difference.
But baring everything outright killed the thrill of it.
That was exactly why I'd had her clean with her outer clothes off but her underwear still on.
The sight of her from behind — hips wiggling, squirming in embarrassment as she worked…
Truly, that had been a masterstroke.
Slide, slide, slide…
I kneaded over her underwear as if rubbing it in.
So much of the slickness seeping from inside clung to my fingers that it soaked right through the fabric.
“S-stop…. Don't touch me like that…!”
“Quiet, please.”
She fumbled and protested at my touch, which bordered on outright fondling.
But held powerless in my grip, there was nothing she could actually do.
Is this enough?
I could feel the sticky, mucus-like slickness coating my fingertips.
Deciding that would do, I stopped my caressing and lifted my hand.
Up on my fingers glistened the gooey evidence, smeared thick from her underwear.
All so I could show it to the sister-in-law who insisted, to the bitter end, that it was sweat.
“Sister-in-law. Is this sweat?”
“….”
“I'm just asking because I'm curious. Why can't you answer?”
The mouth that had been chattering so freely had snapped shut.
Naturally — she vaguely understood herself that this was not sweat, and so she couldn't bring herself to reply.
“Strange. Since when does sweat get this sticky and cling like this…?”
I didn't stop there — I kept humiliating her, heaping shame upon her.
Because I was curious, of course, what kind of reaction she'd show.
I wanted to see how far she intended to hold out.
And I wanted to watch her give up, unable to endure any longer, and surrender.
Since the former inevitably leads to the latter, some people would say it's all the same thing.
But the process that unfolds on the way to that result has its own considerable appeal.
What are you going to do now?
While I was at it, the trembling in the sister-in-law's helpless, frozen body began to fade.
“…S-stop.”
“Hmm?”
“P-please stop….”
“Stop what, exactly? I'm afraid I won't know unless you say it clearly.”
I savored the quiver in her voice like a fine wine.
Perhaps my patience had been rewarded, because she quietly opened her mouth.
“Th-the way you're touching me, and that hand in front of my eyes…. Please put it away….”
“Oh, this?”
Between my index finger and thumb, the slick stretched like a thread.
I toyed with it, peeling it apart and letting it reattach in open mockery, before finally deigning to answer her request.
“Nope.”
“…Wh-what?”
Her voice shot up an octave — she clearly hadn't expected to be refused.
Watching her, I pushed the bra shielding her heavy breasts upward.
“A-ah…!”
“Your attitude when asking for favors is terrible. As punishment, that bra stays out of place for a while!”
“N-no, wait….”
She jolted in shock and flailed to pull it back down, but I shut that down without mercy.
“Tsk. Try to put it back on and I'll strip everything off you instead. Got it?”
“…Hic.”
“Good. Stay nice and still like that.”
I deliberately left her in that ambiguous state — neither dressed nor undressed.
Just as I'd predicted, she fidgeted helplessly, stamping her feet in place.
The cover's lifted and everything's on full display. So there's only one thing left for me to do.
Without a moment's hesitation, I pinched her ripe, stiffened nipple and gave it a light tug.
“Nngh, nnngh…!”
“Hm? No one reacts this easily…. You were already worked up just from being punished and having your whole body stroked, weren't you?”
“Sh-shut up. Th-this isn't the time for that, so let go of me… — Ooh!?”
I threw myself into teasing her breasts, toying with them to my heart's content.
They were top-grade every time I got my hands on them, but today they looked exceptionally mouthwatering.
And I'm supposed to take my hands off something this good, right in front of me?
That defies common sense…
“Nngh, hmm…. Nnn….”
She did her best to hold it in.
But that very effort made her look all the more lewd and wanton, stoking my arousal even higher.
“For someone telling me to stop and let go, you're making some awfully nice sounds. Feeling it that much, are you?”
My slick-coated hand headed for her lower belly.
This time too, without hesitation, I nudged her panties aside.
“N-no, don't… — Mmph!?”
The instant she realized her panties had been pushed aside while she wasn't paying attention, she let out a tiny, pathetic, downright adorable scream.
An eye for an eye, a mouth for a mouth.
Since I couldn't stand the noise, I plugged it with my own — no screams allowed.
Unable to manage even a single real act of resistance, she gave her whole body over to me, whimpering even as pleasure coursed through her.
“Shlup…. Mmh…. Smack….”
I kissed her deeply while indulging in her breasts.
And the hand that had nudged her panties aside stroked along her slit — then slid inside.
“Nngh…. Mm…. Hnnngh….”
I'd only pushed in lightly, but the slickness was extraordinary.
Especially the silky walls of her pussy squeezing down on my fingers — they felt absolutely delightful.
Squish, squish, squish, squish…
I churned her insides, savoring every last fold of those walls.
I held all the cards here, so there was no need to rush.
And every time I did, the expression on her face as her body jolted and she sobbed out her moans was simply delicious.
“Haah…. Haaah…. Hnn….”
She'd been lying still, but now she grabbed my hand — with no strength behind it whatsoever.
A truly pitiful, adorable little struggle.
It seemed I'd need to break her spirit completely.
Token resistance like that had its own charm, but if she kept harboring that attitude, it would become a nuisance later.
“Hah, nngh…! Mm…. Haaaah…!”
I twisted her rigid nipple and ravaged her pussy with everything I had.
Moaning as if she'd come apart at the seams, she finally released her trembling grip on me.
She could neither dodge nor stop the hands roaming every inch of her body.
If you're going to tease a man, you'd better be prepared to answer for it!
Squelch, squelch, squelch…!
With so much of her nectar flowing, plunging my fingers into her pussy rang out with cheerful, watery sounds.
The friction between my fingers and her inner walls made the noise sound all the more obscene.
The floor below was growing stained, drop by drop, with the juices spilling from her.
All that careful cleaning, gone to waste.
“Look what you did — dripping like that got the floor all dirty again.”
“Hah…. Nn…. Th-that's…. your… Nn….”
“Tsk tsk, blaming someone else again. You're the one who leaked all over yourself feeling my touch, sister-in-law. Your fault.”
When you've done wrong, you should own up to it and take your punishment — and yet here she was, pointing fingers.
Granted, I was the one doing the fondling, but the original transgressor here was her, not me.
So whatever I happened to be doing, none of it could rightly be held against me.
“Nngh, hnngh…! Haaaah…!!”
FWOOOSH…. Fwoosh…! FFFFFT….
Everything she'd been holding back erupted from her all at once.
Frozen in a half-crouch, she came hard, spraying a torrent of her nectar and girl-cum.
With my fingers still buried deep inside her, I pulled her quivering body tightly into my arms.
“Ooh…. Ohh….”
Lost in the lingering afterglow of an orgasm that refused to fade, she was making exactly the lewd sounds she so despised.
She'd gone boneless, resistance and defiance alike reduced to almost nothing — I had the distinct feeling I could do whatever I pleased with her.
Maybe it's time I had a turn.
Her pussy was soaked clean through, the scent of a female in heat radiating off her in waves.
She was in perfect condition for sex — no exaggeration necessary.
And since today was a special occasion, it called for special sex!
Rustle, rustle…
With hands that showed not a trace of hesitation, I pushed down my pants.
My cock, swollen to the point of bursting, sprang free like a coiled spring.
And when I ground it against her slit, it came away coated in her nectar.
“Sister-in-law. I'm putting it in.”
“Ah… ahh… wha…?”
My words snapped her back to her senses, and she turned to look at me, pupils trembling as our eyes met.
Instinct told her what was pressing against her pussy — and what I intended to do.
It didn't matter what she said.
After things had gone this far, stopping now would have been the strange choice.
“No questions, no answers!”
I stood my cock erect against her slit and pressed the head firmly against her entrance.
Then, pointedly ignoring whatever she was trying to say, I slid it into her in one smooth stroke.
“Ahh…. N-no…. aaaaAAAH!?”