The kitchen felt hotter than ever.
The bubbling miso soup, the fragrant sukiyaki gently simmering, the sweet scent of pancakes filling the air — none of it compared to the raw, heavy heat between Shin and Ai.
They stood side by side, close enough that their shoulders brushed every time Ai moved her arm to stir the pot.
Shin was flipping another pancake onto the growing stack, his expression cool and casual — as if nothing had happened just moments ago.
Ai, cheeks burning, tried desperately to focus.
But it was impossible.
Her heart thundered in her chest, her body still aching from the wicked way he'd touched and sucked her breasts.
And then—
She felt it.
Shin's free hand slipped casually behind her, warm and firm against her lower back.
She gasped softly, eyes wide, but she didn't resist.
She would never resist him.
She loved him too much — trusted him completely.
She even leaned back slightly, offering herself.
Shin chuckled under his breath, the sound low and delicious, and his hand moved lower — sliding over the curve of her ass, squeezing lightly, before slipping between her shorts and panties.
"A-Ahn..." Ai whimpered, her knees buckling slightly.
Her hand clutched the edge of the counter for support as Shin's fingers slid lower, tracing the line of her folds with slow, maddening strokes.
She was already wet.
So wet for him.
Shin hummed approvingly, his fingers slicking through her arousal easily, teasing her entrance but not pushing inside yet.
"You're soaking," he whispered near her ear, his voice rough with desire.
Ai whimpered again, her cheeks burning even hotter. She stirred the pot blindly, barely able to hold the ladle.
"You're supposed to be cooking," he teased, his fingers swirling lazily around her clit, drawing slow, torturous circles.
"I-I am..." Ai breathed out weakly.
But Shin wasn't finished.
With deliberate slowness, he slid two fingers inside her.
"Ahh... Onii-Chan..." she moaned, voice trembling, soft and desperate.
Her body clenched eagerly around him, welcoming the intrusion, and her hips rocked instinctively into his hand.
Shin groaned lowly at how tight and wet she was, and he pushed deeper, his fingers curling just right inside her.
Ai bit her lip hard, trying to muffle her cries.
She didn't want Yuki and Rika in the living room to hear her.
But it was so hard.
Every time Shin's fingers curled and twisted, every time he thrust slowly inside her, she felt herself unraveling a little more.
"You feel amazing," Shin murmured against her hair, still flipping the pancakes like nothing was happening.
Ai sobbed quietly, overwhelmed by the dual sensations — the domestic normalcy of cooking, and the obscene pleasure building inside her.
Her free hand flew out blindly, grabbing his wrist.
Not to stop him.
To hold him there.
She didn't want him to stop. She never wanted him to stop.
"More," she whispered brokenly, tears gathering in her eyes from the overwhelming need.
Shin smiled against her temple and obliged.
He moved his fingers faster, deeper, the wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her shamefully loud in the quiet kitchen.
Ai's legs trembled violently.
She had to press her thighs together to stay upright.
"Good girl," Shin murmured, kissing the side of her head tenderly.
Ai mewled helplessly, her body shaking.
Her cooking was forgotten — the sukiyaki, the soup, the tamagoyaki all left to fend for themselves on the stovetop.
All she could think about was Shin's hand inside her.
His fingers thrusting, curling, filling her.
Her orgasm was close, so close she could taste it.
But then — cruelly — Shin withdrew his fingers.
Ai whimpered in protest, her hips chasing his hand.
Before she could plead, Shin gently grabbed her by the waist and turned her around to face him.
She stumbled into his chest, dizzy and trembling, her eyes glossy with tears of need.
"You're so beautiful," Shin said hoarsely, cupping her face.
He leaned down and kissed her — slow and deep, pouring all his love into it.
Ai melted instantly, kissing him back with all the passion burning inside her.
When they broke apart, Shin pushed her gently back against the counter again.
This time, he knelt slightly, pulling her shorts and panties down just enough to expose her slick, glistening folds to his hungry gaze.
Ai gasped, her hands flying to cover herself — but Shin caught her wrists and pinned them above her head against the counter.
"Don't hide from me," he murmured.
Then, without warning, he leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss directly against her core.
"Ahhh!! Onii-Chan!!" Ai cried out, her voice high and broken.
His tongue lapped at her eagerly, tasting her, devouring her, his hands keeping her firmly pinned in place.
Ai thrashed helplessly, her thighs trying to close around his head, but Shin just growled and pushed them apart again.
She was completely at his mercy.
And she loved it.
God, she loved him so much.
Shin sucked on her clit hard, making her scream into her arm to muffle herself.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as her orgasm tore through her — hot, fierce, shattering — and she sagged against the counter, completely spent.
Shin finally stood up, licking his lips with a smug, satisfied look.
Ai collapsed against him, panting, her whole body trembling violently.
"You taste even better than pancakes," he whispered teasingly.
Ai sobbed out a laugh, too overwhelmed to even be embarrassed.
Shin kissed her forehead gently, smoothing her hair back.
"Let's finish cooking, love," Shin said, nuzzling her cheek tenderly.
Ai nodded, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her climax, but a warm, dazed smile curved her lips.
She loved when he called her that. Love.
It made her heart squeeze so tightly in her chest.
She turned back toward the stove, grabbing the ladle with shaking fingers, and tried to focus on stirring the sukiyaki.
Shin stood beside her again, flipping the pancakes with casual ease — as if he hadn't just made her fall apart moments ago.
For a while, the only sounds were the gentle bubbling of the soup, the sizzle of the pan, and their soft breathing.
Ai finally relaxed, settling into the rhythm of cooking.
That was when she felt Shin's hand slide lightly down her back again — this time even slower, more deliberate.
"Ai," Shin murmured near her ear, his voice dropping to that deep, dangerous tone that always made her legs wobble.
"Y-Yeah...?" she whispered, glancing at him shyly.
"Get on your knees," he said softly, almost like he was asking her to pass him the salt.
Ai froze.
Her cheeks immediately went crimson.
"O-Onii-chan...!" she squeaked, twisting toward him, horrified and excited all at once.
"The food will burn...!" she added quickly, her voice high and breathless.
Shin gave a quiet chuckle, not the least bit concerned.
"Then make it quick," he said smoothly, his hand slipping under her chin, tipping her face up to meet his gaze.
Ai's heart pounded wildly against her ribs.
Her whole body screamed yes — but her mind still spun with panic.
They were in the kitchen. The food was cooking. Rika and Yuki were just in the other room.
But...
She wanted to please him.
More than anything.
More than her own embarrassment, more than the risk — everything.
Her lips trembled, but she nodded obediently.
"Y-Yes... Onii-chan..." she whispered.
Shin smiled — that slow, devastatingly tender smile that made her melt into a puddle inside.
Without another word, Ai sank down onto her knees on the tiled floor, right in front of him.
The angle was perfect — Shin's jeans hung low on his hips, and with a casual flick of his wrist, he unzipped himself.
Ai stared, wide-eyed, as his cock sprang free — thick, hard, flushed a deep, angry red at the tip.
She licked her lips unconsciously, her throat going dry.
"Go on, love," Shin coaxed, brushing a thumb across her cheek.
"Just a little... fast as you can."
Ai whimpered under her breath and leaned forward, her hands trembling as she gripped his hips for support.
She pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum already gathered there.
Shin groaned low in his throat, fisting his hand in her hair — not to push, just to feel her.
Ai grew bolder.
She opened her mouth and took him inside, wrapping her lips around him and sucking gently.
"F-Fuck, Ai..." Shin cursed under his breath, his hand tightening.
Encouraged, Ai bobbed her head carefully, sucking harder, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip with shy, eager licks.
Above her, Shin's breathing grew heavier.
Ai's hands slid up, resting on his thighs, steadying herself as she took him deeper.
Her eyes watered a little from the stretch, but she didn't stop.
She wanted this.
She wanted to make him feel good.
To make him lose control, even if just for a moment.
Shin's free hand went back to flipping the pancakes — somehow managing to keep cooking — while his other hand tangled deeper into Ai's hair, guiding her gently.
"Good girl... my good girl..." he whispered hoarsely.
Ai's heart fluttered wildly at his praise.
She sucked harder, faster, her cheeks hollowing, loving the way he cursed under his breath, the way his muscles tensed under her hands.
She risked glancing up at him through her lashes.
Shin's head was tilted back slightly, his eyes half-lidded, mouth parted — the picture of pleasure.
Ai moaned softly around him, the vibration making him grunt.
He thrust his hips forward slightly, forcing her to take more of him into her mouth.
She gagged faintly but quickly adjusted, relaxing her throat like he had taught her before.
The kitchen was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of Ai's mouth working his cock, the sizzling of the stove almost forgotten.
"Ai... fuck... if you keep that up..." Shin growled, voice rough and broken.
Ai whimpered around him, desperate to make him come, desperate to taste him.
She moved faster, bobbing her head, her hands squeezing his thighs for leverage.
Her whole body ached — between her legs, in her chest, everywhere — burning with the need to make him feel as good as he made her feel.
Shin's hips jerked once, twice.
Shin came inside her needy mouth, filling her throat up.
Then he pulled her head back suddenly, his cock slipping free of her mouth with a wet pop.
Ai gasped, staring up at him with wide, desperate eyes, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva.
"I said quick," he muttered, breathing hard, his thumb brushing her wet lips lovingly.
"You're too good at it."
Ai flushed deeply, proud and embarrassed all at once.
Shin tucked himself back into his jeans casually, as if nothing had happened.
Ai stayed kneeling for a moment, dazed and panting.
Then Shin bent down and scooped her up effortlessly, setting her on her feet.
"Good girl," he murmured again, kissing her flushed cheek.
Ai leaned against him heavily, dizzy with love and lust.
She didn't regret it.
Not one bit.
Even if the food was seconds from burning.
Shin handed her the ladle again, smirking.
"Back to cooking, little chef," he teased.
Ai let out a shaky, breathless laugh, her heart soaring.
She clutched the ladle with trembling hands and turned back to the stove, determined to finish making the meal — even if her body was trembling, her lips tingled, and her panties were soaked through.
All because of her Onii-chan.
And she'd do it again in a heartbeat.
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END OF CHAPTER : 68 : THEN DO IT QUICK!
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