It was one of those humid summer evenings where the air itself felt like a caress.
Haru was finally asleep in Keiko's room (the old woman had insisted on giving the "adults" a night off). Aiko had gone back to the shrine for a late ritual. The house was quiet except for the low hum of cicadas and the soft rustle of wind through the rice fields.
Kai came in from checking the irrigation gates to find the living-room lights dimmed low, candles flickering on the table, and his two women waiting for him on the wide tatami floor.
Sayuri wore a pale-pink silk slip that clung to every exaggerated curve, nipples dark shadows against the thin fabric.
Mika wore nothing but a loose white yukata, open at the front, sun-browned breasts spilling free, powerful thighs spread just enough to flash the dark curls between them.
They were already touching.
Sayuri knelt between Mika's legs, hands sliding up those strong, tanned thighs, lips brushing soft kisses along the faint silver stretch marks that mapped Mika's motherhood. Mika's head was tipped back, braid undone, long black-and-silver hair spilling over her shoulders as she watched Sayuri with hooded eyes.
Kai froze in the doorway, cock instantly hard.
Sayuri looked up first, lips curving into a wicked smile.
"Sit," she ordered softly, nodding to the low couch across from them. "Watch. Touch yourself if you want… but don't interfere. Tonight she's mine first."
Mika's breath hitched at the words, thighs spreading wider in invitation.
Kai obeyed, sinking onto the couch, freeing his aching cock from his pants and wrapping a fist around it as he watched.
Sayuri kissed her way up Mika's body (slow, reverent), stopping to tongue one thick nipple until Mika moaned low in her throat. Then higher, claiming her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that left both of them breathless.
Mika's hands moved to Sayuri's breasts, cupping the heavy weight through silk, thumbs circling nipples until they poked obscenely against the fabric. She peeled the slip off slowly, revealing Sayuri's pale, voluptuous body inch by inch.
They fell together onto the tatami, a tangle of soft curves and hard muscle.
Sayuri on top first, grinding her soaked pussy against Mika's thigh while sucking dark bruises into her neck and shoulders. Mika's hands gripped Sayuri's fat ass, spreading her open, fingers sliding through slick folds and circling her clit until Sayuri was whimpering into her mouth.
Then Mika rolled them, pinning Sayuri beneath her powerful body.
She kissed her way down (collarbones, breasts, belly), settling between those thick pale thighs and spreading them wide. Sayuri's pussy was flushed and dripping, pink and perfect. Mika groaned at the sight and dove in.
She ate Sayuri like a starving woman: long, flat licks from entrance to clit, then sucking that swollen nub between her lips while two thick fingers slid inside and curled. Sayuri's back arched off the floor, hands fisting in Mika's hair, hips rolling helplessly as she came hard and fast, squirting against Mika's tongue with a broken cry.
Kai stroked himself slowly, pre-cum leaking over his fist, eyes locked on the sight of his two queens devouring each other.
Mika didn't stop.
She crawled back up Sayuri's trembling body, kissing her so she could taste herself on Mika's tongue, then guided Sayuri's hand between her own legs.
Sayuri's fingers slid through Mika's soaked curls, finding her entrance and pushing inside (three fingers at once, stretching that tight, neglected pussy). Mika moaned into her mouth, hips rocking, riding Sayuri's hand while grinding her clit against Sayuri's palm.
They moved together like they'd been lovers for years (scissoring now, thighs intertwined, slick pussies grinding in a wet, filthy rhythm). Breasts pressed together, nipples dragging, mouths fused in messy kisses.
Mika came first this time: head thrown back, strong body shaking, a deep guttural moan that vibrated through the room as she flooded Sayuri's thigh.
Sayuri followed seconds later, clinging to Mika's shoulders, sobbing her name as her pussy spasmed against Mika's.
They collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap, kissing softly, hands stroking hair and backs and hips.
Only then did they look at Kai.
He was stroking himself hard and fast now, cock angry red, veins standing out, pre-cum dripping in a steady stream.
Mika crooked a finger.
"Come here, baby," she purred.
Sayuri smiled, spreading her thighs again, showing him the mess they'd made (both of them glistening, swollen, dripping).
Kai crawled to them on shaking legs, cock throbbing in his fist.
They pulled him down between them, four hands guiding him into Sayuri first (slow, deep), then pulling out and sliding him into Mika (both of them still so wet from each other that he glided in effortlessly).
He fucked them in turns (slow strokes into Sayuri while Mika kissed his neck and stroked his balls, then deep into Mika while Sayuri sucked bruises into his shoulders), until he couldn't tell where one woman ended and the other began.
When he finally came, it was buried inside Mika, Sayuri's fingers rubbing both their clits, all three of them crying out together as he filled her and she squirted around him and Sayuri came just from the sight.
Afterward they lay in a tangle of limbs and sweat and love (Kai in the middle, one queen on each side, heads on his chest, fingers laced across his stomach).
No one spoke for a long time.
Then Sayuri whispered, voice soft and sated:
"We're a family. All of us. Always."
Mika pressed a kiss to Kai's chest, right over his heart.
"Damn right we are."
Outside, the cicadas kept singing.
Inside, the three of them fell asleep tangled together (sticky, ruined, and perfectly, perfectly whole).
To be continued…