Isekai Milf Story - General Store Arc (26)
“……Hng.”
She seemed to be getting into it, trying out all sorts of poses now. Unlike the cute, adorable ones from the start, Eli was attempting something a bit more aggressive. She turned her body around, arched her back slightly, and clasped her hands demurely over her chest. Her shyly folded arms were hidden, emphasizing her slightly protruding hips and bare legs instead. It was rabbit-like and charming, but the line dipping straight down from behind her ass caught the eye in a tantalizing way.
“Eut…. Ahaha……. Embarrassing….”
When she turned her head and her eyes met her own prim face in the mirror, her ears flushed bright red, and she let out an awkward laugh. She seemed embarrassed by what she was doing, releasing the pose and cutely fanning her face. But her lips twitched upward in a little smirk, so it looked like she wasn't feeling that bad despite the shame. Or rather, considering the hypnosis I'd planted, she might even be feeling pretty good.
She got pleasurable rewards from having her figure praised, so there was no way that whole process would feel bad. Besides, women—men too, for that matter—naturally enjoy showing off their bodies and seeing reactions. Flaunting one's figure is just an instinctive female desire. Normally, even in an erotic fashion show like this, she'd hit a line where reason kicks in with a “this might be a bit much…,” but I'd cranked up the reward effect. The moment her rational reins loosened even a little, it'd be quite the sight once the dam broke.
“Eutcha.”
As I was thinking that, Eli had already approached the full-length mirror in the center. I thought it was over, but she dragged it over to face her bed, positioned it just so, and lightly perched her ass on the edge.
“Ahem. Ahem.”
She cleared her throat once, then smoothed down her orange hair as reflected in the mirror. Sitting on the bed's edge, she fidgeted, pondering poses, gradually moving her limbs until she settled into what she thought was her sexiest one. Arms tight against her sides by her hips, legs bent and angled to one side. Her upper body arched into a '(' bow shape, evoking a sultry pin-up girl pose from old posters. With her arms pinned, her chest thrust forward even more. Tilting her neck slightly opposite her body exposed her collarbone and neckline straight above the camisole straps.
Was that the pose she thought was the hottest? Well, it was classic enough to be good. Cute, too. In modern times, we see so much blatant, shameless stuff that it might seem tame, but that was more than enough for subtle eroticism.
I wanted to keep watching, but there was no sign of her stripping further, so I decided to call it quits. Leaving Eli with her slightly excited expression behind, I focused my mind and made the crystal orb vanish.
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That night, the three of us gathered at the living room table for dinner. Across from me, Cecilia secretly teased my crotch with her foot under the table, all while calmly eating and keeping a straight face. Since Eli wouldn't notice, I didn't stop her much, but soon Cecilia upped the ante, poking right at my dick.
I widened my eyes at her, and she prettily rolled hers while nibbling her spoon. She showed no sign of stopping—instead, she curled her toes to scrape along my shaft, nearly making me hard from the sudden pleasure.
Ah. Come on, let's eat.
To signal her to stop, I slid my foot under her skirt, pressed hard into her pussy flesh, and dragged my toes once. She shuddered, shoulders twitching as her spoon slipped from her hand mid-bite.
“Nngh♥!”
“Mom? What's wrong?”
“N-no♥… I, I bit my tongue…….”
Serves you right for not knowing when to quit. I must've grazed her clit with my toenail—who knows if she liked it. I could faintly feel the rubbery condom texture clinging to her panties; she still hadn't taken it out.
As Eli refocused on her meal, Cecilia batted her eyes cutely and puffed her cheeks in a pout. I shook my head, and she smiled knowingly, withdrawing her foot from between my legs and ending the play.
Not sure if it was the sex habit kicking in, but she was insatiable, anytime, anywhere. She'd wring me dry again tonight, no doubt…….
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After dinner, as mentioned at the door earlier, Eli called me to her room. I helped with cleanup, rested a bit for digestion, then knocked lightly on her door.
“Sis? Can I come in?”
“Ah, Raoul. Come on in.”
I opened the door carefully and saw Eli sitting in her desk chair. Something felt off about her—ah, the camisole around her chest was tighter than before, really hugging her shape. Cecilia had upped all Eli's clothes sizes a while back, so it shouldn't fit that snugly. Looked like she'd changed into some old one she'd kept.
I glanced briefly at her chest, then spoke up.
“Homework all done? That stuff from the academy……”
“Huh? Oh, yeah…. All finished.”
She looked a bit flustered, like she'd totally forgotten her own words.
“Cool. So what now?”
“Well, see…. Truth is, I didn't call you to play. There's something I wanna talk about…. Wanna sit on the bed for a sec?”
“Sure.”
I plopped down right where she'd been posing and enjoying herself earlier. Hands demurely on my knees, waiting. Eli stood from her desk, approached slowly, and sat beside me with a little space between us.
“……….”
“……….”
The awkward air had me blinking blankly when Eli rolled her eyes toward me a few times before speaking.
“Raoul, what do you think about art?”
“Art….”
Sudden topic. Feels like a familiar pattern, though.
As I tilted my head, Eli spilled her thoughts in a rush.
“I think…. art isn't something to be shy about.”
“…Not something to be shy about?”
I echoed, and she checked if I was listening before nodding.
“Yeah, earlier…. When you were drawing me, I got a little embarrassed, right?”
“Oh.”
“Our headmistress said women are most beautiful and elegant when they show themselves naturally. It's not embarrassing, is it?”
“Yeah, that makes sense……”
Putting aside the sexual gaze, it really wasn't something to be shy about. Maybe sensing my vague reaction, Eli worriedly placed a hand on her chest.
“Or…. Is my body kinda ugly to look at?”
“No, not at all. If anything…. Uh, never mind……”
I sneaked a side-glance at her chest, blushed a bit, and looked away. She caught that instant, her eyes sparkling.
“Really? Then, y'know…. The academy teaches more than just painting.”
Come to think of it, it felt like a comprehensive arts school. She'd mentioned painting specifically when we first talked about it.
“Advanced classes have professional modeling lessons…. I didn't see details, but I'm kinda interested.”
“I see. Can't you take 'em 'cause you're too young?”
“That too, and…. Like I said, crowds make me shy……”
Her cheeks pinked as she continued.
“You're into drawing people, I'm into modeling, so it'd help us both. What do you think?”
Smooth as if rehearsed. Like mother, like daughter—finding an excuse just like Cecilia. So, less mutual drawing, more her as the focus?
“I'm down. You okay with it, though? Holding poses that long must be tough.”
At my approval, she beamed, hand sweeping her chest.
“No prob. I'll manage…. Hehe. Phew. Oh, don't get embarrassed drawing me, okay? Makes me feel awkward too.”
“Y-yeah, got it.”
Seeing me hesitate, she quickly regained her rhythm.
“Hehe. This is art, right?”
Her bright smile toward me felt, for the first time, vaguely womanly.
…………
Art, huh. Guess that's her angle. Her goal was maximizing chances to show off her figure. And by repeating it, she'd “cure” my shyness, letting her hog the modeling for a while.
“All done playing? Quicker than I thought.”
Entering the bedroom, Cecilia was there as always, in her pervy black lingerie.
“…….”
It had actually ended even sooner…. After our short chat with Eli, passing the hall, I heard faint moaning from the bathroom. Only Eli or Cecilia home, so the latter. Curious, I activated the orb from a storage room corner, switching to the bathroom—and bam, Cecilia's lewd masturbation show.
Sitting naked in the center, she pulled out the condom from her pussy and sucked it clean, scooping sticky cum onto her fingers. Then slathered it on her excitedly protruding clit. She carefully coated the surrounding area, then whipped it like cream with circling fingers, mixing juices and semen into frothy lewdness over her hole. Moaning sweetly at the pleasure, her pussy winked, then she stifled it to avoid detection outside. Her body shivered to climax, soaking her pussy again; she caught her breath, calmed, and repeated—smearing leftover cum around her clit until the condom was empty.
I got sucked in, watching nearly 30 minutes until she washed up and headed to bed. I mentally counted another 10 before coming in. Still under an hour—quick indeed. Thanks for the fun show.
“Yeah. Sis didn't say much. We just chatted a bit……”
“Oh?”
She narrowed her eyes, scanning me for traces on my clothes.
“She said we'd draw together tomorrow morning since it's late. Oh, anything I gotta do tomorrow?”
“Nah…. Weekend, so rest up.”
She looked a tad disappointed, wanting time with me, but she'd slacked on shop lately, so tomorrow was back to normal hours. I'd be stuck with Eli all day.
“C'mere already♥?”
Chat over, she naturally shook her ass in doggy, expectant eyes on me. So much energy after daytime milking. I creampied Cecilia once more before sleep claimed me.