Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.4 A New Bond [I]

The first rays of dawn slipped through the thin curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across Hayao’s room. The air was still, heavy with the lingering warmth of the night, the faint scent of sweat and intimacy clinging to the sheets. Yumi stirred, her mind surfacing from the depths of sleep like a diver breaking through water. Her body felt heavy, languid, as if every muscle had been stretched to its limit and then released into a state of blissful exhaustion. For a fleeting moment, she basked in the comfort of the bed, the steady warmth of Hayao’s body beside her a familiar anchor. But as her senses sharpened, the memories of the night before flooded back—raw, vivid, and undeniable.

Her eyes snapped open, wide with dawning horror. She sat up abruptly, the sheets pooling around her waist, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped bird. 

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible in the stillness. “Hayao, what did we do?”

Hayao, roused by her sudden movement, blinked awake, his dark hair tousled and his eyes bleary with sleep. He propped himself up on one elbow, concern etching his features as he took in her tear-streaked face. 

“Sis, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice thick with the remnants of slumber, yet sharpened by the urgency of her distress.

Yumi shook her head, her hands flying to cover her mouth as if to stifle the sob building in her throat. “I’m so sorry, Hayao,” she choked out, tears spilling over her cheeks in silent streams. “I can’t believe we did that. It was wrong—so wrong. We’re siblings; we shouldn’t have crossed that line. I shouldn’t have crossed that line.”

The young boy sat up fully, the sheets slipping down to reveal his bare chest, and pulled her into his arms without hesitation. “Hey, it’s okay, sis,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against her panic. “It’s okay. We were both caught up in the moment, but it’s not the end of the world.”

“Caught up in the moment? But it is!” she sobbed, her tears soaking into his skin as she clung to him. “I raped you! What if someone finds out? What if Mom—” Her voice broke, the weight of their transgression crashing over her like a tidal wave.

“Shh,” Hayao whispered, stroking her hair with gentle, rhythmic motions. “No one has to know. It was just between us, and we’re both adults. We can handle this—together.” He held her tighter, his embrace a fortress against the storm of her emotions.

Yumi pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his face for reassurance, her breath hitching as she tried to steady herself. “But is it really okay?” she asked, her voice small and fragile, like a child seeking comfort after a nightmare. “What we did… it’s so wrong. I don’t know if I can forgive myself.”

Hayao nodded firmly, his gaze steady and sincere. “Yeah, it’s okay, sis.” To prove his point, he shifted the covers aside, revealing his morning wood straining against his boxers.

 “Look at this,” he said with a playful smirk, “my body’s telling me it’s more than okay. And honestly, I’d really love it if you’d do something about it.”

Yumi’s gaze dropped to his erection, and despite the turmoil in her heart, a small, incredulous laugh bubbled up from her chest. 

“Hayao, you’re unbelievable,” she said, shaking her head, the tension in her shoulders easing as the absurdity of the moment cut through her fear.

He grinned, relieved to see her mood lifting. “See? It’s not the end of the world. We’re still us—just closer now, in a way that’s ours alone.”

Yumi nodded slowly, the storm in her mind beginning to calm. She wiped away the last of her tears, her fingers trembling as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I guess you’re right,” she murmured, her voice steadier now. “It’s just… my bum is a bit sore. Did you… did you fuck me in the ass last night?”

Hayao’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but he met her gaze with unflinching honesty. “Yeah, I did,” he confessed, his voice low and earnest. “But only because you asked me to. You were pretty insistent about it, actually.”

Yumi’s eyes widened in surprise, a faint memory flickering at the edge of her consciousness—her own voice, husky with need, begging him to take her in ways she’d never dared to voice before. 

“I did?” she asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and dawning realization. “I was saving it for you…” she quietly muttered.

“What did you say, sis?” Hayao asked with a rogueish grin.

Yumi just clammed up shut.

Hayao nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. “You were really into it, sis. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise.”

A soft laugh escaped her, the sound bright and unexpected, cutting through the lingering tension. “Well, I must have been completely out of my mind,” she said, shaking her head in bemusement. “But I have to admit, once I got used to it, it felt… not too bad.” She wiped away the last traces of her tears, her smile tentative but genuine.

Hayao’s grin widened, a surge of pride and affection swelling in his chest. “I’m glad you think so. You were amazing, sis.” He paused, his eyes glinting with mischief. “So, how about it? Wanna do something about my morning ‘problem?’”

Yumi leaned in closer, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm. “Okay, Hayao,” she said, her voice taking on a playful lilt. “Would you like a morning me to help you out to start the day?”

Hayao’s eyes lit up, his enthusiasm palpable as his cock twitched at the suggestion. “Hell yes, sis! I’d love that!”

She nodded, a playful smile curving her lips as she traced a finger along his jawline. “Then let’s do it. I’m the best sister in the world, right?” Her tone was light, but there was a depth to her words, a promise of devotion that went beyond the physical.

With a graceful shift, Yumi slid down the bed, positioning herself between his legs. As she leaned in, her nose crinkled slightly at the musky scent, a faint frown crossing her features. She didn’t make the connection that his cock had been buried in her ass just hours before, the memory still hazy in her mind. But she gathered her courage, pushing past her hesitation, and wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue flicking out to taste him.

Hayao groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to suck, her mouth warm and wet around him. “Fuck, sis, that feels so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust deeper.

Yumi hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers through his body. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his length, tracing the veins with a skill that left him breathless. Her hands joined the effort, one stroking the base of his cock while the other cupped his balls, massaging them gently. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and Hayao could feel the pressure building, his climax approaching with relentless speed.

“I’m gonna cum, sis,” he warned, his voice strained, his fingers tightening in her hair as he tried to hold back.

Yumi didn’t pull away; instead, she increased her pace, her mouth working him with a fervor that pushed him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, Hayao spurted into her mouth, his cum filling her throat in hot, thick bursts. She swallowed it all, her eyes locked on his, a fierce determination in her gaze as she took every drop.

When he was spent, she pulled away, licking her lips with a satisfied smile. “There,” she said, her voice a little hoarse but triumphant. “Now you should be grateful that you have such a nice sister.”

Hayao laughed, pulling her up into his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I am, sis. I really am. You’re the best.”

They lay there together, the morning light spilling over their entwined bodies, warming their skin as they basked in the afterglow. The world outside seemed distant, irrelevant compared to the bond they shared. Despite the taboo nature of their relationship, they both felt a deep sense of contentment and love, knowing that they had each other to lean on, no matter what.

As the minutes ticked by, they drifted back into a light doze, their breathing synchronizing, their hearts beating in tandem. The room was quiet save for the soft chirping of birds outside, a gentle reminder of the new day unfolding. Yumi nestled closer to Hayao, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She felt safe here, in this moment, the guilt and fear of earlier melting away like mist under the sun.

Hayao’s hand traced lazy circles on her back, his touch light but possessive, as if to reassure himself that she was still there. He thought about how much he loved her—not just as a sister, but as something more, something deeper that defied words. He’d always been her protector, her confidant, but now they’d crossed a line that changed everything. And yet, he didn’t regret it. Not when she looked at him with those eyes, full of trust and affection.

Yumi’s thoughts drifted too, her mind replaying fragments of the night—the heat of his hands, the way he’d made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t known was possible. She wondered if this was wrong, if they were doomed to carry this secret forever. But then she felt his arms around her, solid and warm, and she decided it didn’t matter. Not right now. Right now, she was glad she had Hayao, her rock, her everything.

Eventually, Yumi shifted, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. “Hayao,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “What happens now?”

He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze with a quiet intensity. “We keep going, sis,” he replied, his tone steady and sure. “We figure it out together, like we always have.”

She smiled, a real, unguarded smile that lit up her face. “Yeah,” she agreed, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Together.”

And with that, they settled back into each other’s arms, content to let the day unfold at its own pace. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them as they always had—as brother and sister.

Yumi furrowed her cute brow. “But, first I got to get some air freshener in here otherwise Mom will out I’ve been fucking you…”

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