Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H066 Meshi Family: Straight to It Upon Arrival

H066 Meshi Family: Straight to It Upon Arrival

Leaving the shopping complex after 5 p.m., we were back in the Oshika clan estate by 6 p.m. The trip there was downhill, so the return took a bit longer.

“I’m heading straight to the Meshi house.”

It was uphill, but not steep, so I wasn’t too sweaty, and my casual clothes were fine for a visit. They’d probably accept me in loungewear anyway. Going straight there was easier than returning to the Oshika mansion first.

“We’ll go with you to the gate.”

“It’s on the way.”

The Meshi house is along the south road, right on the route from the southeast to the Oshika mansion. Otherwise, I’d have gone home first.

With Runa and Youko, we entered through the south outer gate and rode about 750 meters along the south road to the Meshi house’s gate.

I asked Runa and Youko to pass a message to the mansion staff, saw them off, and pressed the intercom. Like at the Mihyou house, I got a quick response and entered the Meshi estate.

Unlike the Mihyou’s Japanese-style garden, the Meshi estate had a Western vibe—wide lawns, scattered buildings, and trees clustered at the edges.

The Meshi mansion, near the center, was a two-story Western-style building, smaller than the Oshika mansion but still grand. A modest 5LDK house on this huge plot would be surprising… though kind of charming.

Taking in the distinct garden and mansion, I headed to the entrance, parking my bike in a garage with carts and scooters.

Before I could ring the bell, the door opened.

“Akira-kun, welcome!”

One of the two greeting me was Tamami Meshi, the next Meshi head, whom I met at my introduction. Her glossy hair swayed just above her shoulders.

“Welcome. Nice to meet you.”

The other, bowing, was Tamayo Meshi, Tamami’s sister, a fifth-year at Meshi Academy’s middle division, my age. It was our first meeting. Her short hair gleamed like Tamami’s.

They wore matching dresses in different colors—loose sleeves, short skirts showing their knees. The outfits suited the beautiful sisters, casual enough for home but fine for town.

“Hello. Thanks for having me. I look forward to today.”

“No need for formalities, come in!”

“Hurry, hurry!”

Wearing sandals, they stepped onto the genkan floor, grabbed my hands, and pulled me inside. I quickly slipped off my shoes and into prepared slippers.

Tamayo let go to put my shoes and their sandals in the shoebox, then rejoined us.

Led by both, I walked through the mansion’s halls, up to the second floor, and into one of the rooms.

It looked like a typical teenage girl’s room—desk, bed, TV, shelves—though I only know Runa and Youko’s rooms for comparison.

But this room was spacious. Despite the furniture, it felt open—big enough for four or five people to lie on the floor.

“This is my room,” Tamayo said, turning with a smile.

“Looks cozy.”

Not the wittiest response, but her smile stayed, so it’s fine.

“Don’t be shy, come in.”

Tamami pushed my back, and as I entered, Tamayo grabbed my hand again, leading me—predictably—to the bed.

“Akira-kun, let’s do it.”

They sat me on the bed, flanking me. Ryoichi-san was right—they’re insatiable. Seika-chan wasn’t at first, so maybe their first time flips a switch.

“Uh, shouldn’t I greet Takemi-san and the others first?”

Their mother, the current Meshi head and Meshi Academy director, and other family members deserve a greeting before diving in. But…

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

Tamami, on my right, unbuttoned my shirt, her voice sweet.

“Dinner’s being prepared, so let’s do it quick.”

Tamayo, on my left, undid my belt and zipper.

They seemed too aroused to stop, so I went along.

I reached around their backs, unbuttoning their dresses. The buttoned style was tricky one-handed, especially with my left, but I managed.

Meanwhile, Tamami fully opened my shirt, lifted my undershirt, and teased my nipples while kissing me. I extended my tongue, kissing back.

Tamayo lowered my pants, pulled out my still-soft but large member, and gently stroked it, taking the tip in her mouth. Her tongue flicked the slit as she caressed the shaft, making me fully hard in no time.

I stroked their bare backs—neither wore undergarments or bras, and probably no panties either. Their skin was smooth and pleasant. Tamayo’s 16, Tamami’s 20, so it’s no surprise, or maybe it’s their diligent care. It felt amazing.

Reaching under their arms, I touched their breasts. The angle made cupping them tough, but I could knead their sides. Their soft, ample breasts were delightful, promising more to explore.

Feeling their side breasts, I imagined their full shape, my arousal growing.

“Nfu, Nee-san, he’s ready.”

Tamayo released my tip. My stroked penis strained for action.

“Then, let’s get to it.”

Tamami parted her lips from mine, pulling my shirt off. I let go of them, letting her strip me.

Tamayo got off the bed, grabbing my pants. I lifted my hips, and she pulled them off with my underwear.

Tamami raised my undershirt, and I lifted my arms to be stripped. Tamayo removed my pants, underwear, and socks, leaving me naked.

Not just naked—like I was reborn, stripped of my clothing shell by Tamami and Tamayo, bare for the mating ritual to come.

The two, who’d “birthed” me onto the bed, stood before me, shedding their dresses.

Their shoulders emerged, arms slipped from sleeves, and the dresses fell to the floor.

Two radiant nude bodies appeared. Their breasts, not as large as I’d imagined, were shapely and enticing.

I stood, wrapped my arms around their waists, pulled them close, and kissed them both.

Our three tongues entwined lewdly. I grabbed and kneaded their buttocks, sliding fingers along their crevices, making them writhe. Their four breasts pressed against my chest, their soft warmth igniting my body. Feeling their heat directly was blissful.

Savoring their lips, tongues, and bodies, I parted my lips, turned, and laid them on the bed, still embracing them. They complied, lying side by side.

I climbed onto the bed, gazing at their open thighs. Both honey pots glistened, ready for me.

“Akira-kun.”

“Akira-kun.”

The beauties beckoned. Which first? With only one cock, it’s a dilemma. But hesitating would keep them waiting and risk dinner time.

Deciding on seniority, I positioned myself between Tamami’s legs.

Aiming my rigid shaft, I thrust the tip into her vagina.

“Nfuu.”

Just at the entrance, Tamami moaned seductively, her lips teasing my tip. Haa, it feels good. I slowly pushed deeper. Her walls writhed, drawing me in, stroking my shaft. Kuu, so good.

I pulled back and thrust again, gradually speeding up, ravishing Tamami.

“An, an, an, an.”

Tamami’s face contorted in pleasure, her breasts swaying softly. Delicious.

I glanced at their four breasts, licking my lips internally, then realized I’d neglected Tamayo. Bad move, even during sex, to forget a naked girl beside me.

Keeping my hips moving, I reached to Tamayo’s crotch, slipping a finger inside her vagina. I pleasured Tamami with my cock and Tamayo with my finger.

“An, an, an, an.”

“A, nn, an, nfu.”

The beautiful sisters moaned adorably, their soft breasts jiggling.

Tamayo’s folds clung to my finger, Tamami’s walls gripped my shaft.

Zusho, zusho, zusho, zusho.

Lewd wet sounds echoed with each thrust. Uu, hau, it’s good. Her grip tightened, ah, aa!

“U, I’m coming!”

“Aaaaaan!”

Byukururururururu.

Pressing my hips against Tamami’s, I unleashed my seed. Her hips, lifted off the bed, trembled.

My pulsing cock, still inside, poured hot, lascivious fluid into her alluring body. Her sweat-drenched form quivered, milking me.

As my cock stilled and the release ended, Tamami’s hips sank back, her breaths ragged, her trembling body stunningly beautiful.

But I had no time to linger—another eager core awaited.

Pulling my still-hard cock out with a jubot, I shifted and thrust into Tamayo’s slit.

“Aaaaaaa!”

My thick, long, hard shaft, slick with fluids, plunged deep into her aroused core.

“A, a, a, a, a, a.”

Pounding at full speed, Tamayo writhed and moaned. Drawn to her swaying breasts, I gripped them firmly, careful not to crush, but kneading hard.

Noticing Tamami’s heated gaze, I released one hand from Tamayo to knead Tamami’s breast.

Both sisters had soft, delightful breasts. Average in size, but perfect to knead. Their texture made my cock surge. Tamayo’s walls gripped tighter, pleasure mounting.

“A, a, aaaaaa!”

Byukun.

Tamayo’s hips bucked.

“A, aaaa, a, a, aaaaa!”

She convulsed, moaning wildly. I kept pistoning into her raised hips, sweat scattering with each thrust.

“Ku, u, I’m coming!”

“Aaaaaaaaa!”

“Ku, gu, I’m coming!”

Byushurun.

Doku, doku, doku, doku, doku.

Following Tamami, I flooded Tamayo’s womb with hot seed. Her trembling body received it.

Haa, so good.

Even after finishing, I kept my cock inside, savoring their breasts.