Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.4 Family Problems (III)

He could do anything he wanted to with her.

Hayao’s fingers trembled as he picked up and gripped the stopwatch, its metal warm against his skin. But, he couldn’t keep doing this—not with Yumi frozen like some lifeless doll. It wasn’t enough. He needed her to move, to feel, to want him. With a shaky breath, he twisted the dial on the side, loosening the magic’s hold, hoping it would bring her back to life. What he didn’t expect was the surge of dark energy that pulsed through the device, amplifying its corruptive power, sinking deeper into his mind and body.

Yumi stirred on the couch, her body twitching as if waking from a trance. Her eyelids fluttered, and she mumbled, “This… must be a dream. I can do whatever I like.” Her voice was soft, drowsy, but laced with a newfound freedom. 

She sat up, her gaze locking onto Hayao, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Fuck me, Hayao,” she said, her tone sultry and commanding. “Like you always do.”

Hayao’s breath caught, his mind reeling. Always? His sister—his own sister—had fantasies about him? The shock hit him hard, but the stopwatch’s influence twisted it into something intoxicating, a dark thrill that made his cock twitch despite his earlier exhaustion. Before he could process it fully, Yumi took charge, sliding off the couch and kneeling between his legs.

Her hands found his thighs, pushing them apart as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick at his balls. The sensation was electric, sending a shudder through him. “Mmm, you taste so good,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing as she lapped at him with slow, deliberate strokes. “How’s that feel, Hayao? Tell me.”

“It’s… wonderful,” he gasped, his fingers digging into the couch cushions. “Fuck, Yumi, you’re amazing.”

She hummed in satisfaction, the vibration making him groan as she took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said, releasing him with a soft pop, her tongue swirling around him again. “Get you nice and hard for me.” Her words, her touch—it was all too much, and soon he was fully erect, throbbing with need under her ministrations.

Yumi grinned, clearly pleased with her work. “That’s more like it,” she purred, pushing him onto the sofa and climbing onto his lap and straddling him. She positioned herself over his cock, the tip brushing her entrance. “Now I’m gonna ride you,” she said, her voice dripping with intent. “Take my little brother’s cock deep inside me.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down, enveloping him in her tight, wet heat. Hayao groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she took him fully, her pussy clenching around him. 

“Oh, God,” she moaned, starting to move, her hips rocking in a steady rhythm. “You feel so fucking good, Hayao. Much better than the other boys. How’s my pussy feel wrapped around you?”

“Incredible,” he managed, his voice strained as she rode him, her movements fluid and confident. “So tight… so perfect.”

She laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Good. I love taking your beautiful cock like this.” She shifted her hips, grinding down in circular motions, her body twisting to maximize their pleasure. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and she leaned forward, pressing them against his chest. “You like fucking your sister, don’t you? Tell me how much.”

“I love it,” he rasped, his hands sliding up to cup her ass, pulling her down harder. “You’re driving me crazy, Yumi.”

Yumi fucked her little brother, her hips slapping against his. She placed one of her brother’s hands on her breasts. 

“I know you like looking at these, all men do. Squeeze them… do what you want with them. They are for you…” she purs, oblivious that his cum is still staining them. 

But this doesn’t deter Hayao, who is caught up in a storm of lust. He squeezes and pinches, causing the girl riding him to let out a peal of laughter.

Her pace quickened, her moans growing louder, more desperate. “I can feel you getting close,” she panted, her eyes locked on his. “Are you gonna cum soon? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yeah,” he groaned, the pressure building in his balls, his cock pulsing inside her. “I’m so close.”

“Cum inside me,” she urged, her voice a breathless command as she slammed down onto him. “Fill your sister’s hole with your hot cum. Do it, Hayao—I want it.”

Her words pushed him over the edge. With a final, shuddering thrust, he let go, his orgasm crashing through him as he spilled deep inside her. Yumi cried out, her own climax hitting her hard, her pussy tightening around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She collapsed against him, panting, her body trembling with the aftershocks.

A few minutes had passed since their unexpected encounter, and the quiet of the apartment felt deafening. Yumi’s mind, clouded moments ago, began to clear. She shifted, her body tensing as fragments of what had just happened pieced themselves together. Then, like a dam breaking, the full weight of it hit her.

She sat up abruptly, her breath catching in her throat. Her wide eyes darted to Hayao, who sat beside her, still catching his own breath. “Hayao…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her hands flew to her mouth as realization sank in—she thought she had raped him. The thought was a knife to her chest, sharp and unrelenting. 

“Why am I naked? Oh my God, what have I done!?” she gasped, her voice breaking as shock consumed her.

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over before she could stop them. “I’m so sorry, Hayao,” she choked out, her hands shaking as she reached for him, then pulled back as if afraid to touch him. “I didn’t mean to—I thought it wasn’t real. I’m so sorry!” Her words dissolved into sobs, her shoulders heaving as she curled in on herself, overwhelmed by guilt and horror.

Hayao’s heart clenched at the sight of her distress. “Yumi, no, it’s okay,” he said quickly, sliding closer. He placed a tentative hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m fine, I promise.” His voice was soft, reassuring, but Yumi shook her head, her cries growing louder.

“No, it’s not okay!” she wailed, her face buried in her hands. “You’re my brother—I took advantage of you!” The words tore from her, raw and anguished, as the pretty girl rocked back and forth, lost in her despair.

Hayao pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly despite her initial resistance. “Shh, Yumi, listen to me,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “I’m not mad. You didn’t force me. It’s okay.” But as he held her, something else stirred within him. Her warmth, her closeness—it triggered a reaction he couldn’t control. He felt himself growing erect again, the heat rising despite the emotional chaos.

His sister’s sobs began to quiet, and she pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes. That’s when she noticed—her gaze flicked down to his lap, catching the unmistakable bulge. For a moment, she froze, then a small, saucy smile tugged at her lips, cutting through her tears. “Maybe it wasn’t rape if you liked it,” she said, her voice still shaky but now tinged with a playful edge. She licked her lips, the gesture suggestive, almost instinctive.

Hayao’s breath hitched, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Yumi…” he started, his voice uncertain, but she leaned closer, her eyes locking onto his.

“I can solve that for you,” she offered, her tone dipping into something more seductive. Her hand brushed his thigh, sending a jolt through him. But then her expression faltered, a new realization dawning. “Wait… I took your first time, didn’t I?” she said softly.

Hayao nodded slowly, still processing everything. 

Yumi’s gaze softened, and she tilted her head, a mysterious glint in her eyes. “Then it’s only fair,” she said, her words deliberate, “that I give you one of my firsts in return,” she offered, her voice laced with regret and something else—something enigmatic.

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