The cicadas buzzed loudly outside as the early summer heat wrapped around the suburban neighborhood like a thick blanket. Inside the cozy, air-conditioned home of the Nakamura family, Akiko moved gracefully around the living room, fluffing pillows and tidying up with her usual quiet elegance. Her husband had just left for work, dressed in his usual dull gray suit, already absorbed in calls with overseas clients. The moment the door shut behind him, silence returned—and with it, a strange nervousness brewing in Akiko's stomach.
Today was different.
She glanced at the clock: 10:05 a.m.
"They'll be here any minute…" she whispered, smoothing the front of her modest yet clingy summer dress. Thin cotton, baby pink, tight enough to show her hourglass figure, and just a bit too short if she bent over the wrong way.
She'd be hosting two teenage boys for the next few weeks—her husband's boss's sons. Their father had been assigned to an overseas contract and couldn't take them along. Her husband, the ever-loyal employee, had offered their home as a temporary stay. And since he'd be at work all day… that left Akiko in charge.
She had pictured them as polite, awkward, maybe skinny little teens.
But when the doorbell rang, and she opened it…
"Yo, are you Mrs. Nakamura?" the older one asked with a grin, slinging a heavy duffel bag off his shoulder.
Akiko blinked.
Standing before her were two tall, toned young men. The older one, Tatsuya, looked to be around 19. Sun-kissed skin, short black hair, a chiseled jaw, and a cocky smirk. His tank top clung to his athletic frame, showing off broad shoulders and well-defined biceps.
The younger, Ren—maybe 17—was quieter. Slimmer, pale-skinned, glasses perched on his nose, but with intense, hungry eyes that didn't move from her chest once.
"Y-Yes… I'm Akiko. Please, come in." She stepped aside, heart skipping as both boys brushed past her—Tatsuya's arm grazing her side, Ren's bag nudging her hip. The moment the door shut, she felt it—the air shift.
Like wolves entering a cage with a sheep who didn't know she was bleeding.
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Later that day, Akiko showed them to the guest room, served tea, and gave them house rules. She tried to act like a responsible caretaker. But the boys… didn't seem interested in rules.
They sat on the couch lazily, eyes tracking her every movement. When she bent down to place the tea on the table, she swore she felt their stares digging into her ass.
"You have a really nice house," Tatsuya said, smirking. "Feels super… comfy."
Ren added softly, "And it smells good."
Akiko smiled politely, but her cheeks burned.
They're just being polite… right?
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By late afternoon, she'd retreated to the kitchen, preparing dinner. The sun was still high, and the heat was making her sweat. She wore an apron over her pink dress, which now clung tighter to her curves. Her heavy G-cup breasts strained against the thin fabric, nipples faintly outlined. A single drop of sweat ran down her inner thigh.
She didn't notice Ren standing in the hallway, peeking.
He held his breath, hand slowly sliding into his shorts.
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"Tch… that woman's a bombshell," Tatsuya whispered to Ren later that evening, shirtless, sprawled across the bed. "Did you see those tits? That ass? I'd smash so hard."
Ren licked his lips. "She's soft. Her thighs… fuck, I wanted to bury my face in them."
"We've got weeks, bro," Tatsuya grinned. "Let's see how long she lasts."
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That night, Akiko stood in front of the bathroom mirror, towel wrapped around her wet hair. She reached up to remove her bra, letting her full, heavy breasts bounce free. Her nipples were slightly stiff—was it the cool air… or something else?
She sighed.
Something about those boys…
No, no. I'm just overthinking. They're guests. Kids.
But her hand slid down, fingers brushing her inner thighs, then higher. The wetness surprised even her.
Eyes closed, she leaned against the sink, fingers teasing her folds as she imagined…
Tatsuya's bold eyes. Ren's quiet stare. Their toned, young bodies.
What am I doing…? she thought—but didn't stop.
She came quietly, biting her lip.
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Down the hall, the door to the guest room creaked open just a bit.
Both boys watched the faint bathroom light under her door go out.
"She touched herself," Ren whispered. "She's into us."
Tatsuya smirked. "Game on."