Emi - Summer Vacation

“C'mon, faster, Hisao!”

“This is going about as fast as I- nng- can!”

“I know you can go- ahh- faster than that! Work those legs!”

“I'm almost at my limit, Emi!”

My legs push down against the bike pedals, trying to get this rickety piece of junk to cycle faster at Emi's request. It doesn't help that this forest trail is about as bumpy as it gets, with both of us almost flying off on multiple occasions. My legs scrape against a large bag slung over the black wheel with each rotation, adding to the discomfort.

Having just spent a day at the lake where only one of us was able to swim, Emi grips my waist still soaked in water, taking no time to dry off before throwing her clothes back on. As such, she's instead chosen to dry off on me, leaving the entire back of my shirt soaked.

The fact that Emi hasn't tumbled off is a miracle in itself, with most of her rear hanging off the back of the only seat on the bike. I guess it helps that she's holding on hard enough to squeeze the air out of me any time I try to breathe.

“I've been through here before, we're getting close!” Emi yells into my ear.

“I have too, and I don't even remember any of this.” I return. Maybe the return trip is just looks different, but I'm not even recognizing any of the landmarks.

Although I guess the fact that I can hear the sound of afternoon traffic blaring in the distance is a good enough indicator. I ignore Emi's commands and pedal toward the noise, feeling a little stupid as I blast out of the greenery and into the road, nearly losing both Emi and the bike as a sharp turn leads us out of the way of an 18-wheeler.

“See! This is why you follow directions!” Emi yells into my ear as she tugs on my hair, her own heart throbbing against my back.

“Oh we'll be home soon enough, cool down!” I retort.

It doesn't take but five minutes to secure the bike in the Ibarizaki garage, the chain a little rusted from lack of use in recent years. The house remains the same as ever, although one resident short as Meiko goes out for her afternoon exercise.

Trying not to leave too much of a spill, we both track into the bathroom, leaving a trail of lakewater despite our best efforts.

“Why are you here? You didn't even get wet.” Emi comments as she sees me pulling my shirt off. One would think that the droplets gathering on the floor at my feet, but I guess she's ignoring that fact.

“I got just as wet as you did, thanks to the ride home.” I retort.

“More importantly, don't you think you should get out of that? I don't want you catching a cold.”

Emi flashes a catlike grin back at me.

“Oh, I see. You just wanted to see 'lil Miss Ibarizaki put on a show, didn't you.”

“I've already gotten a show today, remember when you were skinny dipping a few hours ago.” I argue, wringing out my shirt over the tub.

“Uh-huh, we both know where Hisao's mind is, even if he tries to hide it.” she answers with a provocative grin, grabbing the waist of her tank top and pulling it up.

Upon being freed of the white shirt, she wrings it up and throws it around my neck, pulling me in closer. Her soft lips press against mine for a split second and she pushes me back against the sink, flinging the cloth away and leaving her torso clad in nothing but a strapless, blue bikini-top.

Content that I have no objections to raise, she dances away from me and starts the bath before sliding her shorts off, showing off her well-rounded rear as her hips wiggle side-to-side out of the garment.

Although, it would seem that she got caught up in the moment and starts to trip up a little, realizing he hard way how difficult it is to slide a pair of shorts off around metal, hooked prosthesis.

Despite the gracelessness of the situation, she still manages to show off her scantily-clad body, a pair of matching blue bikini-bottoms hugging her shapely hips.

She gives an awkward laugh before slipping back into her more 'naughty' mindset, stepping up and pulling me into a kiss before guiding my hands to the laces on her back. Unable to resist, I tug the damp strings apart, watching in anticipation as she covers her modest chest with one arm and throws the top aside.

However, before she can remove the last of her swimsuit, she grabs my hand and pulls me around the bathroom, eventually leading me to an open door and nudging me out.

“Show's over~!” she proclaims as the door slams shut, the sound of metal clasps being undone signaling that other parts have to come off as well.

About this time, I hear the front door open and shut, the clack clack clacking of running shoes against hardwood floor indicating that the other Ibrarizaki beauty has returned home.

“Ah, good evening Hisao.” Meiko chimes, wiping her face with a towel.

Hair tied up in a bun with a few loose ends. Form-fitting gray training shirt that accentuates her curves as well as a pair of black bike shorts that shows off her wide, entrancing hips.

Yep. There's the picture of a perfect woman.

“'Afternoon, Mrs. Ibarizaki.” I reply, feeling a little awkward out here in the hallway with my shirt locked in the bathroom.

Meiko seems to take notice and flashes me a catlike grin that must run in the family.

“Well well well, it seems your little swimming trip went better than expected.”

“No, I got kicked out of the bathroom before I could take a shower. Ladies first and all that.” I respond, covering my torso with a couch cushion.

“Well aren't you a fine gentleman~,” she chimes, flashing a wink at me as she rounds the corner, “oh, and I don't mind if you walk around shirtless, just be sure to keep it under control.”

I give a nervous chuckle, setting the cushion back on the couch as she slinks off to her bedroom, hips swaying back and forth with each confident stride.

Emi is the only girl for me, but I'd be a liar and a poor excuse for a man if I didn't feel just a bit of allure from those curves. If genetics are anything to trust, I cannot wait to see how Emi turns out in 10 years.

Just thinking about that cute face matched up with that...body...

“Hey, Hisao, whatcha thinkin' bout.” Emi asks as she nudges me in the ribs.

Of course, the image of the girl I've grown to love sparks just as much thought. Her disheveled hair hanging in a loose mess, those forest-green eyes, and a slender, toned figure clad in nothing more than a towel, her knees curving into a pair of regular prosthesis, the waterproof ones no doubt left to be cleaned for later.

“Nothing, just waiting for you.” I reply.

“Well I'm done if you wanna go take a shower.” she comments before flopping onto the couch, flipping the TV on as she stretches out on the sofa.

“Alright, I'll do just that.”

I leave my soggy clothes on the rack to try and hop into the shower, the warm water relaxing every muscle in my body. Thanks to the improvised workout forced upon me on that bike, I take a fair bit longer than I deserve behind the curtains, having to fight the urge to just sit down and take an hour-long bath.

A pair of boxers and shorts are fished out of my overnight bag and slung onto my figure before I slide out of the bathroom. I join Emi on the couch missing half of my normal clothing, unable to resist the offer of getting to walk around shirtless, despite my scar.

The image on the TV shifts around as we search for something to watch, eventually having to decide between a show featuring carrot people on the beach, and a movie about a girl being bullied over the internet.

I find that the first option is slightly entertaining, despite the overbearing feeling that just watching these people argue is like some kind of pesticide for brain cells. The second option is merely boring, although we get a good laugh out of a few bits.

The few bits we watched, anyway, until Emi jumped over and wrestled me into submission, pinning me to the couch with our faces inches apart.

“You really need to start working out, Hisao.” she comments.

“How do you know I didn't let you win?” I retort.

“Because we both know how much you love being on bottom~.”

I'm rendered unable to argue as she cuts off my speech with a kiss, assured that I'll lay back and take it as she pulls me in closer. I hate to say that her confidence is not misplaced, as indicated by my arms curling around her slim waist, resisting the urge to yank her towel off.

The TV blares on, although no viewer remains to watch it as the two of us wriggle about on the couch, her body shifting against mine as her hands trail up and down my torso, coming to rest on my shorts.

“Heh.”

“What?” I ask.

“We're just kissing and you're already this worked up?” she comments, the palm of her hand stroking  the layers of cloth.

“Can you blame me?” I retort.

“Of course I can! I don't mind fixing it for you though.” she replies with an inviting wink.

However, the invite is discontinued as a door down the hall pops open, causing both of us to scramble around to opposite ends of the couch in response.

Mrs. Ibarizaki emerges from the hallway in a pair of short-shorts and an orange tank top, a lacy yellow bra strap hanging off of her shoulder.

“Well I see you two decided to take the load off.” she says with a giggle, spying both of us half naked and on opposite ends of the sofa.

She steps over and sits between us, grabbing the remote before changing the channel to the evening news.

“Hey, we were watching something!” Emi objects, despite the fact that we were about as interested in that movie as she was in putting clothes on.

“Well now I'm watching something~.” Meiko reponds, sticking her tongue out at Emi.

She crosses her arms and pretends to pout, shooting a wink and a cute smile at me as Meiko looks away.

After a few more minutes, Emi hops up and claims “I think I should go get dressed,” before stepping into her room.

“Yeah, that's probably a good idea.” I answer, rising to my feet with a chuckle and stepping off toward the guest room.

Of course, I don't make it there. A small hand reaches out of Emi's door and ensures that I take not a step further, reeling me into the girly bedroom.

I'm pushed onto a queen-sized mattress by a slender girl clad in nothing but a pair of pink panties, the towel discarded over the back of a desk chair.

“Smooth moves there.” she comments with an inviting grin as she unclasps her prosthesis and lays them against the foot of the bed.

“You know it.” I respond, playing along instead of admitting that I really was just going to get dressed.

She shoots me one of those 'oh really now?' gazes before jumping on top of me, pressing her entire body against mine. The bed shakes to accommodate the extra weight, however little, as she shifts around on top of me, looking for a more comfortable position.

“Well then, where were we?” she whispers, our lips connecting as she leans back in.

My hands gloss over her tight frame, her light skin warm to my touch as my fingers sink into the flesh of her body. Her hips wobble against mine, her small hand tugging at my waistband as she grinds against me in anticipation.

Emi's mother is in the other room, right down the hall. I think of asking Emi to at least wait until Meiko's gone to sleep, but once she gets like this, there's no un-getting her like this until she's used up every ounce of energy in that small frame.

All I can do is hope that the walls are thick enough.

She pulls away and plants a small kiss on my neck, leaving suckle marks on torso as she works her way down, her soft lips grazing every inch of skin from my shoulders to my hips.

“Well aren't you just full of energy today!” she croons to my lower half as she tugs my shorts off, throwing them aside before kissing me through the thin cloth of my boxers.

My boxers follow with the same vigor as a child unwrapping a present, and soon I'm unable to keep from wincing as Emi's soft hand slides up and down, giving quiet giggles as she gauges my reactions.

Her left hand caresses other parts of me as the digits of her right hold me steady, her slender tongue touching the base and leaving a moist trail all the way up to to the tip.

“E-Emi....”

She lets out a cute giggle before pulling the disheveled locks of hair out of her face and leaning in, her soft lips eclipsing my delicate skin in a bath of warmth. Her hand inches up and down, coaxing every gasp and groan out of me as she sucks gingerly, tongue rolling around the tip.

She takes her time swallowing up every inch, savoring every patch of skin as her head glides up and down, her wet tongue dancing along the underside as I enter and exit. Emi lets out small moans of 'mm' and 'nnh' as she goes further and further.

I grip the bedsheets with one hand and hold onto her head with the other, unable to keep my hips from nudging back against her as I slide in and out of her lips.  My head cranes back as a long sigh escapes, my skin tingling as I rub against the inside of her mouth.

Pressure begins to well up in my body, the uncontrollable twitching and throbbing of my lower half only driving her to increase her efforts, the faint suction between her lips increasing in force as she speeds up.

“Emi, I'm about to...it's...”

She sucks vigorously on the tip, a small 'nnh' of surprise escaping from her throat as I explode in her mouth, heaving a sigh of satisfaction as my entire body relaxes into the bed.

I look up to see one Emi with a trail of sticky white stuff trailing from my lower half to the corner of her mouth, the tip of her tongue sliding around her lips and collecting all traces of the indecent liquid before swallowing.

“Tashty~.”

Oh Emi, I wish I had enough energy to point out all the things wrong with that, even from the male viewpoint.

I flip over on top of her, my lips grazing the naps her her neck as one hand slides down her petit figure, tickling the small pink nub between her hips.

“Ah~, Hisao~”

My index and middle finger curl into that delicate place between her legs, her cute body wriggling underneath me as I slip around, the tips of my digits rubbing against her.

She clenches her legs together around my wrist, a small stream trickling out from between them as my fingers slide in and out, swiveling around to try and get a greater reaction out of her. Her hips rock against my touch as she tightens up, throbbing around my digits.

“Nnnh~, no fair...”

A pair of slender hands grip my shoulders, her manicured fingernails scraping against my skin as her head rears back in pleasure, her chest heaving with her labored, euphoric breaths. Before I can go any further, however, Emi pushes against me with her entire weight, rolling over on top of me.

“Geez, Hisao! If you keep going like that we won't even have enough energy for the fun part!” she says with a pout, her sweat-glazed skin glistening in the afternoon light.

Within the minute, a small aluminum wrapper is discarded and the rubber circle pulled taut over a certain part of me, already rearing and ready to go for round two.

Emi doesn't wait for even a moment to let her hips fall, wincing as I slide into her, an ecstatic moan easing out of her throat as I inch my way in. She plants her hands on my torso and digs her knees into the bed as her hips begin to rise and fall.

Her small frame squeezes around me as her pace quickens, haggard breaths draining from her open mouth as she bounces up and down, her loose hair swaying with each motion.

The bed starts to rock little by little as the mattress fights to compensate our weight, the gentle knocks against the wall weak in intensity compared to Emi's euphoric gasps, her ecstatic voice mixing with all the subtle noises in the air.

My hands wander up and down her toned figure, caressing the flesh of her smooth thighs and traveling all the way up her waist, savoring the soft warmth of her modest chest. She lets out a cute moan as I pinch her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, gently twisting as she grinds against me.

Her normally chatty demeanor remains silent as her fingers spread across my chest, holding herself steady as her hips rock back and forth. Her eyes remain locked on mine, her emerald-green tinted gaze meeting mine. She lets her hands slide up to my shoulders as she leans in, wrapping both arms around my neck as our foreheads touch. We exchange short pecks between each thrust, our lips broken apart by the force of our bodies.

My head spins in euphoria as I take in all of Emi's presence, from the enticing embrace of her form to the sound of her cries, the smell of her damp hair filling my senses as my fingers sink into her hips, guiding myself into her each time my hips buck in response.

“H-Hisao...” she moans into my ear, sending waves of warmth dancing down my body, only amplified by the warmth of her breath against my cheek.

She rests her head on my shoulder and grips me tighter, almost choking me as our hips slap together, an all too familiar pressure welling up in my lower-body.

“Nnnnnh~” Emi purrs in ecstasy, her entire figure constricting me as she rides harder and harder into the finish line.

I'm unable to think of anything other than to hold on for dear life, trying to keep everything inside until the last possible moment. Between Emi's euphoric hums and her overwhelming presence bombarding my senses, trying to hang on for even another second might prove to be quite difficult.

Despite all my efforts, I'm forced to release as she erupts, her fingers digging into my flesh as she squeezes every ounce of pent-up lust out of both her body and my own, our cries blending together as everything in my reality skids to a halt.

Emi dismounts and removes my 'cover', tying it off and discarding it into a nearby wastebin before curling up next to me, the time of day becoming a trivial factor as I pull the blankets over us and turn to face her.

“Good enough for you?” I ask between haggard breaths.

“Amazing, as always.” she retorts with a wink, her chest heaving in exhaustion.

“Glad you think so.”

“Yeah, well don't get too confident. There's some position I wanna try besides...”

Her sentence trails off into silence as I trail off into sleep, unable to hear the rest of her request as the world darkens around me.

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