Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H052 Caresses of the Metaka Sisters

H052 Caresses of the Metaka Sisters

After Ikumi reached climax twice, she tidied her disheveled maid outfit, took my laundry, and left. Wait, two ejaculations inside her, but was it three orgasms for her? Whatever.

I showered, washing off sweat and fluids, then slipped into sweats, no underwear—too much hassle.

Manaka-san and Ikumi’s invitations delayed me, but I could finally study. I’d mostly reviewed in the car, so I checked tomorrow’s lessons and read the textbook. I don’t know the pace here yet, but recalling my first year at my old high school, I read ahead appropriately.

Unlike my old school, Meshi Academy has no Saturday classes, so each lesson might cover more. Today was light, but next week’s full schedule is uncertain. Better prepare.

Ton ton.

A knock. Dinner time? No, too early.

“Yes, come in.”

In the bedroom, I can’t always hear knocks, so entry’s allowed without a reply. Still, ignoring a knock feels rude, so I answered.

Ikumi, fresh from our earlier sex, entered, all business, no trace of lust.

“Akira-sama, you have guests.”

“Let them in.”

Who could it be? Probably clan women, so I invited them in.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Saya Metaka.”

“Hello, sorry to intrude.”

The guests were Saya-san and Miya-chan from the Metaka family.

Miya-chan, as usual, had glossy black hair in twin tails, standing a step behind Saya-san.

Saya-san, first time meeting, had similar glossy black hair in a ponytail. Tall and slender, she resembled Miya-chan but gave an older sister vibe.

They’re sisters, but Miya-chan, not Saya-san, is the next Metaka head. Same mother, Haguro-san, but different fathers.

Haguro-san’s my cousin, so Saya-san and Miya-chan are my cousin-nieces, but Miya-chan’s also my sister. Complicated clan ties, as always.

Putting that aside.

“Akira-kun, can we stay here tonight?”

Saya-san said with a sidelong glance, Miya-chan looking at me with expectant eyes.

Staying means that, right?

“Sure, no problem.”

I welcomed them warmly. Insertion comes later.

“Dinner’s soon. Shall we have tea first? Ikumi-san, cold drinks and light snacks, please.”

“Understood.”

Ikumi left, and I offered Saya-san and Miya-chan the sofa. I tried to sit opposite, but they grabbed me, sandwiching me between them.

“Akira-kun, what do you think of Miya?”

Saya-san, on my left, leaned close, stroking my hand and whispering in my ear.

“Miya-chan?”

I tilted my head, shifting my gaze from Saya-san to Miya-chan. She stroked my other hand, but when our eyes met, she looked down. Does she dislike me? No, she wouldn’t press against me if she did.

“This girl’s been fond of Akira-san since you first met.”

“Really?”

Saya-san’s words surprised me. I met Miya-chan in early February, passing her on the street with Youko after school. We met again when I came to the mansion for entrance exam prep. She joined my morning runs to stay healthy, pacing me.

Since our first meeting? That street encounter? I just said a few words—anything to make her fond of me?

During those runs, especially early on, I barely kept up with her effortless eight-kilometer pace, gasping and leaning on my knees by the end. Nothing admirable there.

Looking at Miya-chan, she glanced up, then down again, her cheeks faintly pink.

“Miya-chan, is that true? I feel like I’ve only shown you my embarrassing side.”

“No, that’s not true. Akira-sama… Akira-san is kind.”

Her praise is nice, but with so little contact, did I do anything kind?

“She scratched you, and you said, ‘Be careful not to hurt others and cause trouble.’ That meant a lot to her. You didn’t scold her for the scratch but showed concern.”

“Sister!”

Miya-chan shot Saya-san a sharp look for explaining. She can make that face? It’s fine since it’s not aimed at me, but it’s a bit scary to imagine.

So, that’s why she likes me? Did I say that? It’s just normal concern for a girl.

“She really took to you, Akira-kun. First time she’s said that about anyone. How about dating her as a lover?”

“Sister, that’s embarrassing!”

Saya-san pushed her sister despite Miya-chan’s protests, whose ears turned red alongside her cheeks. They must be close, always like this.

“Uh, Miya-chan’s cute and sweet, but I can’t have a lover now. Sorry.”

Sandwiched on the sofa, I couldn’t bow fully, so I tilted my head in apology.

“It’s fine. It’s just my one-sided feelings.”

“Sorry. Miya-chan’s cute, and I’m grateful for running with me during exam prep. But I have someone in my heart.”

Who that someone is, I don’t even know.

“Maybe one of the new part-time maids?”

Saya-san asked, moving her hand to my thigh.

“No. Um, I can say this, I guess. Both of them said they like me, like Miya-chan, but I turned them down for the same reason.”

“I see.”

As I spoke, Miya-chan moved her hand to my other thigh. Stroked by beautiful sisters, my legs naturally parted.

“But you’ll make babies with us, right?”

“Yes, as Oshika head, that’s my duty, decided when I chose to inherit.”

I didn’t fully grasp the stud role when I decided, only understanding it in April after Reiran-san explained.

“Then you’ll do it with us, right?”

Saya-san whispered seductively, stroking from my thigh to my crotch. With no underwear under my sweats, the fabric teased my shaft, feeling good.

Miya-chan stroked my crotch from the other side, kneading my balls through the sweats. Haa, so good.

“If you’re okay with it, of course.”

I answered, savoring the pleasure.

“See, Miya, we’ll get to do it.”

“…Yeah.”

“Have him seed us properly. A boy could make you his wife, or at least a concubine.”

“…”

Miya-chan looked at me, embarrassed, her eyes gleaming like Runa’s and Youko’s. Her feelings seem real. I wasn’t doubting, but still.

A boy means an Oshika heir, so I’d have to marry her? Reiran-san was one of Hikaru’s “wives.” Were my late brothers her kids?

I’ll think later.

I spread my arms, hugging the slender beauties caressing me, grabbing their breasts.

Saya-san’s are decently large, like Youko’s, soft and pliable through clothes, pleasant to knead.

Miya-chan’s are smaller, a bit small for my palm, but just as soft, changing shape with light pressure, her body writhing sensually.

Saya-san lifted my sweats, slipping her hand inside to grip my hard cock, which twitched at her touch.

She brought her lips close, licking the edge of mine before pressing them together. Miya-chan, competing, pressed her lips from the other side, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

I welcomed them, licking their tongues alternately, tasting their mouths. Our lips merged, three tongues entwining.

Miya-chan slid her hand into my sweats, fondling my crotch. Played by beautiful sisters, my cock reveled beyond its limit.

A knock came, but my lips, claimed, left no room to reply. Soon, Ikumi entered with a cart, placed drinks and snacks on the table before the sofa, and left, unfazed by our lewd scene.

I kneaded their soft breasts, my crotch fondled, lips taken. Haa, so good. I could drown in their caresses.

Their hands, slick with precum, smoothly stroked my cock. Aa, u, so good! Gu, kuu, I’m gonna come!

“N, n, nfu!”

Dobyuo!

Byururururu!

White fluid shot up from my crotch, raining on us three under gravity’s pull. Haa, uu, that felt amazing.