Chapter 1131: Tomiko’s “Bed Wetting” Accusation
Tomiko pulled back slightly, her hands still on Kasumi’s shoulders, her eyes searching her sister’s face. "Sister... tell me the truth..." she pleaded, her voice soft but insistent. "Did you have a nightmare?"
Kasumi’s body trembled, her mind racing for an answer, for a way out. The truth was too shameful, too forbidden to speak aloud. But the lie felt just as heavy on her tongue.
"I... I just..." she stammered, her voice breaking. "I just had a bad dream... That’s all..."
Tomiko nodded slowly, but her gaze lingered, her concern unwavering. She didn’t know the truth, but she knew something was wrong. And as she held her sister, her own body pressing against Kasumi’s, the tension in the air was palpable.
Kasumi’s breathing slowly steadied, though her heart still raced like a drum in her chest. Tomiko’s concerned gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as if searching for the truth in her sister’s flustered expression.
The weight of the moment pressed down on Kasumi, but she forced herself to keep her composure, her fingers digging into the damp fabric beneath her.
"Sister, don’t worry... we are all here for you..." Tomiko said, her voice warm and reassuring, though her eyes still held a flicker of doubt.
Kasumi nodded weakly, her smile tight and forced. "Hmm..." was all she could manage, her mind still reeling from the shame and relief of Tomiko’s misunderstanding.
Tomiko finally stood up, her kimono rustling softly as she turned toward the door. "I’ll go get new clothes and a futon for you..."
Kasumi watched her sister leave, her shoulders sagging slightly as the tension in the room eased. But the relief was short-lived. Her eyes, as if drawn by an invisible force, drifted back to me—to the unmistakable tent in my pajamas, which twitched slightly, as if pulsing with a life of its own.
Her face flushed anew, her thoughts spiraling wildly.
[OMG... I almost thought it was over... Thank god she didn’t notice... Otherwise, I should have died of embarrassment...]
The realization of how close she’d come to being exposed sent a shiver down her spine. But then, her gaze lingered on my erection, and her mind wandered into dangerous territory.
[Is he having a dream? Why is he so hard... in his sleep?]
The thought was forbidden, but it lingered, taunting her.
The memory of my cock in her dream—thick, veiny, pulsing in her hand—flashed in her mind, and her body reacted before she could stop it. A fresh wave of heat pooled between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together, as if that could stifle the ache.
Tomiko returned a few minutes later, a glass of water in one hand and a fresh kimono draped over her arm. "Sister, the maids were sleeping... I don’t know where they kept the extra futon..." she said, her voice still thick with sleep.
Kasumi seized the opportunity, her mind racing for a way to escape the situation. "It’s okay... I’ll go sleep in my room..." she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
Tomiko frowned slightly, her concern returning. "Sister, why don’t we squeeze in together? It’s late, and I don’t want you to be alone if you’re not feeling well..."
Kasumi shook her head firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "No... I’ll be fine... Just go to sleep... now, Tomiko..."
Tomiko hesitated, but the exhaustion in her eyes won out. She nodded, handing Kasumi the glass of water and the fresh kimono. "Alright... but if you need anything, call for me..."
Kasumi took the glass, her fingers trembling slightly as she brought it to her lips. The cold water was a small comfort, but it did little to cool the fire still burning inside her.
As Tomiko was going to sleep, the room fell into silence once more. But the tension was far from gone. Kasumi glanced at me again, her heart skipping a beat as she noticed my tented pajamas—still hard, still throbbing.
And then—
I decided to wake up.
Kasumi’s heart hammered in her chest as I rubbed my eyes and stirred awake, my voice thick with feigned sleepiness. "Hmm... Oka-san... Oba-san... what’s happened?"
The innocence in my tone was a lie, and she knew it. Her eyes darted between me and the damp, crumpled futon, her mind racing for a way to hide the evidence of her shameful climax.
"No... Jack, everything is fine..." she blurted out, her voice too high, too forced.
She shifted her weight, quickly sitting down on the wet spot where she had squirted, as if her body alone could conceal the truth. But the dampness seeped through the fabric, soaking into her kimono, a cold, humiliating reminder of what had happened.
I sat up fully, my eyes locking onto the mess—the wrinkled, damp futon, the way Kasumi’s fingers clenched into the fabric, her face flushed crimson. "What is going on, Oka-san?" I asked, my tone light, but my gaze sharp, daring her to lie again.
Tomiko, still half-asleep, smiled and waved a hand dismissively. "Don’t worry, Jack... Your Oka-san is fine... She just... wetted the bed..." The words hung in the air, and Kasumi’s face burned as if scorched by fire.
"What—?! What nonsense are you talking about, Tomiko?!" Kasumi squeaked, her voice cracking with mock outrage.
She reached out, grabbing her sister’s ear and giving it a sharp tug, her embarrassment boiling over into feigned anger. "Who wetted the bed?! I did no such thing!"
Tomiko yelped, clutching her ear as she laughed, her sleepy confusion turning to amused surrender. "No, no... I mean... " You were sweating a lot..." she mumbled, rubbing her ear as she realized her mistake. "I just thought—"
"You thought wrong!" Kasumi snapped, her cheeks still flaming. She let go of Tomiko’s ear, but her hands trembled as she glanced back at the futon, her mind spinning. The wet spot was undeniable, the scent of her arousal still lingering in the air.
Tomiko yawned, stretching her arms as she stood up. "Alright, alright... I’ll go back to sleep." She patted her sister’s shoulder before settling back down, her eyes already drooping with exhaustion.
Kasumi exhaled shakily, her shoulders sagging in relief. But the momentary reprieve was shattered as I leaned forward, my eyes glinting with mischief. Kasumi was trying to roll the futon together and take it away.
"Oka-san, let me help you with this..." I said, my voice soft, but my intentions anything but innocent. Before she could protest, I reached for the futon, my fingers brushing against the damp fabric.
