A few days had passed since that night, giving the household a deceptive veneer of ordinary family life.
The afternoon sun poured through the dining room windows, illuminating the meticulously set table.
The aroma of freshly cooked rice and grilled fish filled the warm air.
Sitting at the head of the table, their mother, a stunning woman who looked less like a parent and more like an older, far more voluptuous version of Kikyo, set down her chopsticks.
She possessed the same delicate facial features, radiant skin, and striking crimson eyes as her daughter, but her body carried the full, heavy ripeness of a woman in her absolute prime.
Her generous breasts swelled violently beneath her thin silk blouse, straining against the fabric with every soft breath she took, their massive weight accentuating the narrow curve of her waist.
Her hips flared out into wide, fertile curves, her full thighs pressing together tightly beneath her apron.
Their father was almost never home.
He was an absent phantom who would surface briefly for a single night every four or five months, taking care of quick business before vanishing right back into the world for months on end.
Sitting across from her, Ren let his eyes linger shamelessly on her ripe body, tracing the deep cleavage spilling out from her unbuttoned collar.
'How could any man leave a milf like this alone at home for months on end, coming back for just a single night before running off again?'
Ren thought, a dark, predatory smirk tugging at his mind.
'An absolute waste of prime, mature flesh. She has the exact same heavenly genetics as Kikyo, only fully developed, absurdly soft, and dripping with natural maternal warmth.
If he leaves her untended like this, it is only a matter of time before I take control of her body too.'
Right beside Ren sat Kikyo.
To anyone looking from the torso up, she was the picture of a bright, attentive daughter, neatly holding her rice bowl in her left hand and taking dainty bites.
Underneath the heavy tablecloth, however, her right arm was stretched out, buried in her brother's lap.
Her small, delicate fingers were tightly wrapped around Ren's thick, rigid dick, pumping her hand up and down in a silent, steady rhythm.
Her palm was already warm and slicked with his pre-cum, her wrist aching from the continuous, rhythmic stroking she had been forced to maintain throughout the entire meal.
Her face was flushed with a hidden, agonizing heat, her breath coming in tight, shallow hitches that she desperately tried to mask by chewing her food carefully.
Squish... slide... squish...
"By the way..." their mother spoke up, her gentle, mature voice cutting through the peaceful quiet of the room as her large bust rose and fell.
"The school called the house earlier regarding that incident at the end of the term. Is everything alright, Kikyo? Did something happen?"
Kikyo's hand froze for a split second around his pulsing dick. Panic flared in her crimson eyes, a cold sweat breaking out across her spine.
Slap!
Before her trembling lips could part to construct a cover story, Ren placed his free hand casually over her shoulder, his heavy grip tightening just enough to send a clear, dark warning straight into her core.
At the same time, his thumb stroked her collarbone, forcing her to resume her hand movement under the table.
"Don't worry about it, Mom," Ren said smoothly, his eyes casually locking onto the ripe, full bust of their mother across the table.
His dark gaze traced the striking likeness between mother and daughter, taking in the ripe curves of the mature woman.
"It was just a minor administrative misunderstanding regarding her middle school record. I took care of it entirely."
"Oh, thank goodness," their mother sighed, resting a soft hand over her heavy chest, blissfully unaware of the sinful corruption occurring inches away from her plate.
"I knew I could rely on you, Ren. You're always taking such good care of your sister. Your father is away so often, so having a dependable man in the house makes all the difference."
Squeeze... squelch... slide...
"Always," Ren replied softly, his voice dripping with dark irony.
Underneath the table, he nudged Kikyo's thigh with his knee, forcing her hand to move even faster against his hard dick.
Kikyo bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted copper, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she stroked his massive dick right under their mother's innocent gaze, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs in sheer, overwhelming terror.
Squish... squelch... squish...
The wet friction of her hand sliding over his pre-cum-slicked dick vibrated softly against the underside of the wooden table.
Kikyo's knuckles were white, her wrist cramping painfully, but she didn't dare stop.
"So, what about your ANHS admissions?" their mother continued, pouring herself a cup of green tea.
"Advanced Nurturing High School is exceptionally strict about their intake. Are both of your dorm preparations completely ready?"
"Yes, Mom," Ren answered smoothly, taking a quiet sip of his water.
"Everything is packed and verified. Kikyo and I are assigned to the same class batch, so I will be keeping a very close eye on her at the dorms too."
"That gives me so much peace of mind," their mother smiled brightly, her full chest rising and falling softly.
"Kikyo, sweetie, are you excited? You've been so quiet all meal."
Squeak... squelch... squish...
Kikyo swallowed hard, her throat painfully dry as her small hand picked up speed under the table, forced to drag her raw palm all the way over the flared head of his dick.
"Y-yes, Mom..." Kikyo choked out, forcing a strained, sweet smile onto her flushed face while her hand continued to pump his hard dick up and down beneath the cloth.
"I'm... I'm really looking forward to it. Ren has been... taking such good care of me."
Squelch... slide... squelch...
Under the heavy cover of the tablecloth, Kikyo's small, exhausted hand kept up the grueling pace. Her wrist felt like it was on fire, her forearm trembling from the unbroken, intense labor.
Every upward drag of her slick palm over his thick, nine-inch dick sent wet, shameful squelching noises echoing faintly beneath the table, entirely hidden by the clinking of dishes.
Ren took another calm, deliberate bite of his grilled fish, his dark eyes casually fixed on their mother across the table, taking in the full, ripe swell of her chest as she drank her tea.
Suddenly, under the cloth, Ren's thigh shifted slightly, his knee pressing firmly against Kikyo's leg. It was the signal.
His massive dick throbbed violently inside her cramped fist, the heavy purple veins expanding to their absolute maximum limit as a surge of intense heat built up at the base.
Kikyo's crimson eyes went wide in raw, paralyzing terror.
He was about to cum.
Right here. Right now. Right across from their oblivious mother.
'No, no, no! If it hits the table or my dress, Mom will see!' her mind screamed in sheer panic.
Desperate to avoid instant exposure, Kikyo hurriedly shifted her position under the table.
Dropping her chopsticks onto her plate with a small clatter, she reached down under the cloth with her left hand as well, wrapping both small hands firmly over the flared head of his dick.
She clamped her palms tightly over the sensitive tip, trying to form a human seal to trap the incoming deluge.
It was entirely useless.
The sudden, violent throb signaled the explosion.
A heavy, high-pressure blast of hot cum erupted straight from the head, hitting her locked palms with tremendous force.
Splurt!
The sheer volume and pressure immediately burst right through her clamped fingers.
White, boiling-hot seed sprayed outward in every direction beneath the table, completely painting her wrists, her forearms, and her bare knees.
Splat! Splat! Squelch!
The thick load burst past her hands and splashed heavily against the wooden floorboards below, dripping off the edge of the chair and pooling beneath her open skirt.
Viscous strands stretched between her trembling fingers, completely soaking her lap and running down her inner thighs.
The sharp, unmistakable wet slapping sound echoed loudly through the quiet dining room.
Splat!
Their mother stopped her tea cup halfway to her lips, blinking in surprise as her gaze dropped toward the bottom of the table.
"My goodness... what was that sound?" their mother asked, tilting her head with a look of mild confusion.
"Did someone drop something under the table?"
Kikyo froze completely.
Her face drained of all color, her entire body rigid as she sat there under the table, her hands dripping wet with her twin brother's warm, thick cum, a growing pool of it dripping steadily onto the hardwood floor beneath her skirt.
Drip... drip... drip...
"It was just my napkin, Mom," Ren interjected smoothly, without a single beat of hesitation.
He reached down with one hand under the table, casually grasping Kikyo's cum-covered wrist and squeezing it tightly, keeping her pinned in place.
"I accidentally knocked my glass coaster off my knee. Nothing to worry about."
Their mother smiled gently, relaxed by his composed tone.
"Oh, you scared me for a moment. Make sure to clean it up before we head out."
"Of course," Ren said, his dark, calculating gaze shifting back to Kikyo's utterly broken, crimson face.
Under the table, he pressed his thumb into her seed-covered palm, forcing her to feel the warm evidence of her absolute degradation.
"Kikyo will help me clean up every last drop."