Tomiko also noticed my action, but didn’t think much of it. Her mind was already consud, lost in a storm of thoughts that had been brewing since the mont she’d woken up that morning—since the mont she’d tasted on her lips and felt the weight of her own desire.
Yuko, still flushed with embarrassnt, let go of my cock in a hurry, her eyes darting away as if she couldn’t bear to face what she’d just done. But Tomiko barely registered it. She was too lost in her own world, her own sha, her own hunger.
Tomiko’s thoughts rang in my mind, a chaotic symphony of longing, guilt, and need:
[Tomiko... don’t think about it... Stop it... You can’t do that... But... I... Why can’t I control myself when I see Jack? Why does my body react like this? My pussy is still throbbing from this morning... I can still taste him... feel him... Why does the mory of his cock in my mouth make so wet...?]
[Is it because he helped deal with Daiki...? Because he stood up for in the company...? Have I developed dependence on him...? Or is it sothing more... sothing darker...?]
[But it did feel good to be protected by him... My heart didn’t just flutter—it raced. When he protected ... When he wanted to kill Daiki because of ... That just... I guess that made fall for him.]
[No one has ever cared for like that. No one has ever made feel so... alive. Even if, for Jack, it’s just love for his family or Oba-san... But I love him as a man... Not as a family mber...]
[I want him. I want him so badly it hurts. I want to feel him inside ... stretching ... filling ... I want to hear him groan my na as he takes ...]
[But what if he finds out what I did when he was asleep? Will he find disgusting? I’m an old woman... My body isn’t as tight as Haruna’s... My breasts sag a little... My skin isn’t as smooth... Who would want soone like ? And soone as handso as Jack... He could have anyone. Why would he want ...?]
[But I want to tell him how much I love him... Even if it’s just for one night... I want to feel his hands on ... his mouth... his cock... I want to give myself to him completely...]
[I’m so pathetic... So desperate... But I can’t help it. Every ti I see him, my body betrays . My nipples get hard... my pussy gets wet... I can’t stop thinking about how he would feel inside ... How he would taste if I kissed him... How he would react if I touched him...]
[What if I just... reached out and touched him right now? What if I let my hand slide under the water and wrap it around his cock? Would he let ? Would he want ...?]
[But I can’t... I shouldn’t... He’s family... But he doesn’t see as family... He sees as a woman... I know he does... The way he looks at sotis... The way his eyes linger on my body...]
[I want to be brave... I want to tell him how I feel... But what if he rejects ? What if he laughs at ...? I couldn’t bear it...]
[But maybe... just maybe... he feels the sa way... Maybe he wants too...]
I glanced at Tomiko sideways and saw her face filled with concern, doubt, and a flicker of sothing darker—sothing hungry. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath shallow, as if she were fighting to keep her composure. "Oba-san, are you okay?" I asked, my voice gentle but laced with curiosity.
Tomiko snapped back to reality, her thoughts so loud, so consuming, that she hadn’t heard . "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes wide and unfocused.
I repeated, "What were you thinking about so deeply? Are you worried about company affairs?"
Tomiko hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edge of the onsen as if she needed sothing to ground her. Her gaze flickered to , then away, as if she were afraid to look too long. "N-no... It’s nothing... Just... tired, I guess..." she lied, her voice trembling slightly.
But I could feel the truth in her thoughts—the raw, unfiltered desire she couldn’t hide from . And it made my cock twitch with anticipation.
Yuko, sensing the tension, chid in softly, "Oba-san... you have to take care of yourself..."
Tomiko nodded absently, but then sothing in Yuko’s words snapped inside her. Her expression darkened, her voice sharp with sudden anger. "You have no right to tell that, Yuko... Because of you... because of you... everything is—"
I looked at Tomiko and saw the storm brewing in her eyes. I knew what she was thinking—Kasumi’s illness, the years of loneliness, the fear of being abandoned.
Tomiko’s anger wasn’t just about the past; it was about the pain of watching her sister suffer, of carrying the weight of Kasumi’s despair alone.
Yuko was taken aback, her own guilt and surprise flashing across her face. But she didn’t yet understand the depth of her mother’s suffering. "I know, Oba-san... It’s my fault... that I went away... and you had to care for everything... I don’t know how hard it must have been for you all these years... But I promise I will make things right..."
Tomiko floated closer, her face now inches from Yuko’s, her voice breaking with emotion. "How do you intend to make it right...? To make my sister suffer...? Do you know... how Kasumi has lived all these years...?"
"Do you know... she is ill...? She is afraid of losing you and Haruna... afraid of being alone...?" Her voice cracked, the pain of the words spilling out.
"I have taken her to many doctors... Many said she seems to have lost the will to live... She forced not to tell you... How am I supposed to...?"
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