After Sending the Daughter Away First
011. Warm morning sunlight streamed into the first-floor hall. The rich, savory aroma of meat stew wafted from the kitchen, stirring up my appetite.
"Here you go, hope you weren't waiting too long?" Marina came out carrying a tray loaded with three steaming bowls of stew. Well, should I call her "sis" now? I was resting my chin on my hand at the table when I froze. Normally, she'd be in her prim shirt buttoned all the way up with an apron tied around her waist, but this morning her outfit was a little different. Her top two buttons were boldly undone.
As my gaze subtly drifted there, she caught it. The old Marina would've hurriedly fastened her collar, but after two nights together, this new sis was different. She locked eyes with me steadily, her lips curving into a sly little smile. Like she was asking, 'What do you think? Pretty, right?'
"It's hot, so be careful." Sis started setting the stew bowls in front of us. When she placed mine down, she leaned forward over the table. An angle perfectly calculated so Mari across from me wouldn't notice—purely intentional. My view filled with her full cleavage spilling from black lace lingerie.
That deliberate, secretive morning greeting sent heat rushing straight to my lower half.
"Ahhh~ Smells so good." Right then, Mari yawned across from me, eyeing her stew. Her innocent face knew nothing. No clue about the dizzying provocation unfolding right there on the table.
"Eat up before it gets cold, everyone." Sis finished setting down the bowls and was pulling out the chair next to Mari when—
"Ugh......." She plopped into the seat with a groan.
"Mom? You okay? What's with that face?"
Sis quickly schooled her expression at Mari's question. But whatever sharp ache had flared up wouldn't fade easily; she started massaging near her hip with one hand.
"N-no, it's nothing....... Just a muscle twinge. Really, it's fine."
I knew exactly what was up from her evasive act. Last night, she'd been riding me hard for hours, grinding her hips like mad. No wonder her unused pelvic and inner thigh muscles were sore.
"Auntie, didn't you overdo it yesterday?"
"Yesterday? Did you clean at night or something, Mom? Move heavy stuff while I was sleeping?"
Sis waved her arms frantically at her worried daughter's words. "N-no! Clean? No way....... It's really nothing, don't worry! The stew's gonna get cold—eat up!"
With that, Marina hurriedly scooped up a spoonful and shoved it in her mouth. But she didn't forget to shoot me a sharp, piercing glare that screamed you're so dead. Of course, even that glare just looked adorable to me. It only stoked my mischievous urge even more.
While sis chewed her stew, I stretched my leg under the table. My foot trailed lightly up her calf from bottom to top.
"Eep!" Her shoulder jerked at the unexpected touch. She realized it was my prank and glared again. But I just turned to Mari across from me with a perfectly innocent face, like nothing happened.
"Mari, Secret Technique training again today, right?"
Mari nodded, munching her meat. "Yeah! I wanna at least nail stage one before you leave, bro."
As I chatted with Mari, I snuck a sidelong glance at sis. Above the table, conversation flowed with Mari—but below, I kept rubbing sis's calf, toying with her. Seeing her flinch made me chuckle inside; maybe time to call it quits. I pulled my foot back.
But the moment I did, a soft sensation brushed my calf.
'Huh?'
Like she'd been waiting, her stockinged foot slithered up my leg. She pressed her toes into me, rubbed circles with the top of her foot—teasing me right back.
Sis wore a pleased, sultry smile. Counterattack, huh? I slipped one hand under the table. Grabbed her ankle mid-tickle and started gently kneading it.
"Hnngh......!"
Caught in my grip, stroked softly—the thrill of her daughter right there amplified it all. Sis's breathing grew noticeably ragged.
"Mom, what's wrong? You really sick? Your breathing's been rough for a while."
Mari, who'd polished off her bowl, tilted her head with concern.
"N-no! The broth is just hot. Hoo, hoo." Sis brought her spoon to her lips and dramatically blew on it.
The hot part wasn't the stew—it was us under the table.
I barely stifled a laugh at her lame act.
"Okay? Bro, I'm heading out first to warm up! Hurry up!"
"Yeah, be right there."
As Mari pushed back her chair and stood, I reluctantly withdrew my hand from under the table and focused on finishing my stew like nothing happened. Our thrilling breakfast was over.
Mari vanished through the back door, leaving just sis and me—and our heavy breathing. The tension snapped loose.
I slid into the seat next to her. "Sis."
Even at my call, Marina turned away in feigned anger, clinking her nearly empty bowl.
"......I told you, no pranks in front of my daughter. What if Mari noticed?"
Her voice was stern enough, but it lacked real bite. She had no idea how that just made me want to tease her more.
I chuckled and slipped an arm around her waist. "Wasn't just me. You got super bold under the table with that counterattack. How could I hold back when you rubbed me so seductively with your toes? What guy could resist?"
"Th-that's because you started it......!"
I spun her chair toward me and cupped her face before she could finish. "And we're not done yet."
I devoured her lips fiercely.
"Mmmph, smack...... slurp."
She started to push me away, glancing at the back door—then clutched my clothes and clung. Her soft tongue met mine, tangling as we groped each other.
"Slurp, smack, mmph... haah, ahh...... Sian......."
Amid hot breaths, I undid two more buttons on her shirt. Already showing cleavage, now her pale skin gleamed dazzlingly.
"Sian......! Wait, Mari's waiting outside. You gotta go......."
She grabbed my hand urgently to stop me.
"I'll go. But first, a quick hello to these pretty tits that teased me all morning." I tugged up the black lace bra I'd gifted her yesterday. Her full breasts bounced free, locking my gaze. I dipped my head and took one in my mouth.
"Aaah, hnnng......!"
The elastic fullness and heat filling my mouth felt amazing. I swirled my tongue around the nipple, flicking relentlessly—sis gripped my hair, stifling moans. Her soft breast in my hand, her scent through my lips—it all drove me wild.
"Smack, slurp, schluuuur......."
Her moans rang sweetly in my ear. Looking up through hazy eyes, her face was pure lovestruck bliss.
"Pop, pop—!"
I sucked the nipple hard one last time before pulling off with a wet sound; her body shivered. Regretfully wiping saliva from my lips, I grinned at her still-panting form.
"Gonna head out now. You taste too damn good—almost couldn't stop."
Leaving her disheveled, I stood and headed to Mari.
*
"Hoo......."
I drew mana to the arrow tip aimed at the target. To master the first stage of bro's Secret Technique. I needed focus, total focus—but today, my mind just wouldn't settle.
"Ugh, seriously. He said he'd be right out—why's he taking forever?"
I released the taut bowstring with a pout. I'd finished my stew and come to the training yard ages ago, but the inn's back door stayed shut. Even eating slow shouldn't take this long. Was bro helping Mom with dishes or something?
I sat on a stump to catch my breath, and breakfast flashed in my mind.
Something was off...
Mom had been weird today. Why'd she sit so awkwardly? And her usual neat self with two top buttons undone? But what really prickled my senses was the vibe between them.
Every time Mom and bro's eyes met... the air felt weird. Yesterday he was just a welcome guest, but this morning it was... sticky? Intimate?
I felt dropped into another world alone. My adventurer instincts, honed in the field, kept screaming something was up.
Creeeak—
As I frowned in unease, the back door finally opened.
"Bro! Why'd you take so long?!"
Looking at him, my first thought was he's weird too. No run, just breakfast—yet his skin had this subtle flush, like inner heat. His neat collar was slightly rumpled...
And why are his lips so glossy?
"Sorry, got held up helping Auntie tidy up."
He answered casually, stepping right behind me. Before I could pry, his hands overlapped my shoulder and bow hand.
"Relax your shoulders. I'll help with mana control—no tension."
"...."
His solid build at my back, low voice tickling my ear—it melted away the nagging thoughts like snow in sun.
Screw it... bro's hands are so warm, feels good...
I leaned into his warmth, happily drawing the string. Like an idiot.