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Sunlight streams into the room, causing Fuyumi to groan, roll onto her side, and pull tighter on the quilt that is cocooning her entire body. She continues to lightly doze for a few minutes, basking in the quiet scrap of idyllic peace that exists before the alarm on her nightstand cuts through it.
Without cracking an eye open, Fuyumi reaches out, smacking her palm down on the alarm several times until its sharp electric noise ceases to exist.
Fuyumi sits upright in the bed, quilt slipping down from her shoulders and pooling around her waist, feet swinging off the side of the bed to slip into her bed slippers, arms thrown above her head to feel the satisfying burn of an early morning stretch.
Rising from the bed, Fuyumi yawns as she steps out into the hallway, hand slipping beneath the lace hem of her camisole to scratch at her stomach. She shuffles her way into the shared bathroom, running the tap and begins to brush her teeth.
Her eyes were half-shut and lazy as she stared at herself in the mirror, her grip loose and mechanical on the handle of her toothbrush. Her gaze lifted and flickered to the open bathroom door at the sound of feet shuffling toward it.
The youngest Todoroki son, Shouto, rounded the frame of the door, standing in the middle of it with a drowsier expression than the one Fuyumi wore. Strands of red and white hair were mussed up, sticking out from his head at all sorts of strange, gravity-defying angles. His eyes were swollen shut with sleep, and he looked like he was barely awake enough to stand on his feet.
Fuyumi’s eyes crinkled with amusement, the handle of her toothbrush pressing against the corner of her smile. Shouto wasn’t much of a morning person, but the moments that Fuyumi got to see him like this made Shouto seem utterly adorable to her.
“Morning, Shouto,” Fuyumi greets him with a mouth full of toothpaste.
Shouto utters a greeting; in return, it comes out as a slurred mess of sounds that could hardly be called proper language. Shuffling further into the bathroom, he comes up behind Fuyumi, pressing his warm body flush against her back. His shoulders have grown broader, and he’s grown a few inches taller so that he’s reached her height. She suspects that he’ll have a bit more of a growth spurt this summer and will soon eclipse her.
Shouto’s arms slip around her waist as he presses his cheek against her shoulder, nuzzling into the cool, soft, exposed flesh. She watches him through the bathroom mirror, never once taking her eyes off of him, her mouth quirks further into a fond smile. The tip of her tongue shifts the toothbrush in her mouth, freeing her right hand to card itself through the top of Shouto’s head, fingernails lightly scratching against his scalp.
A soft, rumbling noise of acknowledgment vibrates through his chest. A sensation that Fuyumi can feel on her back. Fuyumi’s breath hitches in her throat at the feeling of Shouto’s warm palms pressing flat against her stomach; his heat radiates into her through the thin layer of her camisole that separates her bare skin from his.
The warm press of his lips against her shoulder causes Fuyumi’s fingers to twitch against Shouto’s scalp. He peppers soft kisses up her shoulder, along her collarbone, and presses them firmly against the spot where her collarbone and neck meet.
A near-quiet exhale of breath leaves her. She rubs at Shouto’s scalp, his hair tickling her fingers. The soft gurgle of water running out of the tap is the only sound in the bathroom; it’s loud and echoes, its sound carrying as the liquid splashes down and hits the porcelain bowl of the sink.
Shouto’s palms are warm as they continue to rub at Fuyumi’s stomach, a momentary pause follows—a momentary hesitation—before they’re sliding down and slipping beneath the hem of her camisole to finally touch bare flesh.
The muscles of her stomach quiver at the touch.
Shouto’s fingers glide up her skin, the tips of his fingers brushing against her nipples. She chomps down hard onto her toothbrush, lips twitching, a smothered whine rumbling in her throat.
Shouto uses the tips of his fingers to circle around her areola. His touch is featherlight, teasing, as his touch makes Fuyumi squirm. Clothed thighs rubbing together, a pool of heat settling into the pit of her stomach. She can feel her cunt growing warmer, the familiar throb of slowly growing arousal in it as if her heart has dropped between her legs.
A sharp intake of breath pulls itself through her nose when Shouto drags his fingers up and flicks her nipples. The touch makes Fuyumi’s knees knock sharply together, thighs smacking from the movement, the sound muffled by the fabric of her pajamas.
Shouto presses his lips against Fuyumi’s neck, the curve of his mouth against her skin causing Fuyumi to huff with annoyance. Pushing her hips back, Fuyumi’s ass comes into contact with the tight fabric of Shouto’s pajama pants. The bulge there is prominent, even between the layers of clothing that separate their bare skin from touching. Fuyumi can feel the heat of his erection. The contact makes Shouto moan softly, the sound reverberating into Fuyumi’s skin where his lips still touch her.
She rocks back, tracing the outline of his erection with her ass. Fuyumi’s lips curl around the handle of her toothbrush, pleased at herself for the retaliation she’s giving her little brother for teasing her like this.
Shouto drags his lips up the curve of Fuyumi’s neck. He pulls away to give a quick, soft nibble to the lobe of her ear, then up until the moist warmth of his breath is tickling at its shell. “Slut,” he breathes out, punctuating the single word with a sharp squeeze of her nipples.
The dirty talk and the teasing only make Fuyumi’s cunt hotter. She can feel the way her underwear is beginning to stick to her, the way it feels uncomfortably damp when she rubs her thighs together. The handle of the toothbrush wiggles in her mouth a little, wobbling unsteadily as it balances on her bottom lip.
His fingers trace over, tweak, and pluck the soft domes of her nipples into stiff, sensitive peaks. Each touch sends a jolt of pleasure rushing through Fuyumi’s body, an electric charge that nestles itself into her throbbing cunt.
Until a low whine rumbles past her clenched lips as Shouto’s fingers pull away from her nipples, letting the bunched up fabric of her top slip back into its original appearance, and her brother pulls away from her body, eyes still half-shut with sleep.
His mouth cracks open with a yawn as he turns and shuffles his way out of the bathroom.
Pouting around the toothbrush in her mouth, Fuyumi rubs her thighs together, the friction of her action causing a jolt of pleasure to race up her spine. Shouto liked to tease her in the mornings like this, rile her up and make her aroused and wet, and then leave her wanting more.
She finishes brushing her teeth, returns to her room, and has to peel her soaked underwear off before getting dressed.
When she walks out of her bedroom and down the hall, past the bedrooms of her other siblings, she pauses briefly outside of Touya’s bedroom door. Even through the shut bedroom door, she can hear the squeaking of bedsprings and Natsuo’s gasps and moans.
Heading into the kitchen, Fuyumi occupies herself by getting out the plates, cutlery, and glasses for breakfast. She’s got the eggs, bacon, and toast already prepared by the time Shouto shuffles into the kitchen and takes a seat at the table, eyes still half shut, head bowed from drowsiness.
Fuyumi can’t help but smile at her little brother for not being a morning person. She points to the carton of orange juice she’s set out on the table. Shouto grunts softly in acknowledgment and appreciation, reaching out for the carton to pour himself out some of the juice.
She's washing up the dishes, and Shouto has downed half his glass of orange juice when Touya and Natsuo walk into the kitchen.
Natsuo takes a seat at the kitchen table beside Shouto. Touya walks toward their sister. He drapes one arm over her shoulder, pressing their sides together, his left hand reaches down to cup Fuyumi’s breast through her top. He gives it a firm squeeze, groping her tit and fondling it through the thick cotton blend of her sleeveless sweater top.
A smile curves against her mouth as Fuyumi shakes off the excess water from a pair of tongs and sets them down to dry in the drying rack. She’s stripping off her rubber gloves as she turns her head to Touya, leans in, and kisses him on his lips.
It’s not chaste at all. Touya’s lips part immediately at the press of his sister’s lips against his. Her tongue slides into his mouth, licking and probing into the wet cavern as if she were a well-explored traveler who knew the layout of her brother’s mouth, which she was. Their kiss is slow, passionate, a constant hunger that has yet to be filled. Pressing the tip of her toes into the floor, so she can rise up half an inch to kiss her tall brother. Groaning into the kiss, Fuyumi can feel the low thrum of heat that begins to pool in her cunt. A groan of protest leaves her when Touya pulls away from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting their lips together that snaps under the weight of gravity.
The tip of Fuyumi’s tongue darts out, licking a curved line across her lips. “You taste like Natsuo’s cum.”
Touya pulls his hand away from Fuyumi’s breast and uses it to smack her ass, his mouth curving into a proud grin. “Hey, he has a pretty dick. It’s too tempting not to suck it.”
“Morning, Dad.” Natsuo greets their father as he walks into the kitchen, the morning newspaper tucked in the crook of his armpit and the fly of his jeans already straining against his erection.
“Morning,’ Enji replies back to Natsuo and says in greeting to his other kids.
Natsuo grunts in feigned annoyance, teeth already sinking into a corner of buttered toast when Enji stops to press a kiss against his cheek. Playfully swatting his father away, Enji moves away from his second son and makes his way to Shouto’s side.
Shouto was still half-asleep, eyes shut, head tipped down as he jolted in and out of a cycle of dozing off and waking up.
Without a word, Enji unzipped his fly, fishing into the opening to pull out his hard cock. His cock was hard, thick, the tip already weeping and wet from his precum. He grasped the base of it firmly in his hand, smacking the wet tip against Shouto’s cheek with a soft chuckle of amusement.
Pulling the newspaper out of the crook of his armpit, Enji set it down on the kitchen table so that he could grab Shouto by fine nairs on the base of his neck, wrenching his head back slightly so that he could rock his hips forward in small movements.
His cock dragged against Shouto’s cheek, causing his precum to stickly smear across his soft flesh. The other three Todoroki children watched this scene play out as if they were used to this, as if this very incestuous act was normal within their home.
Squeezing the base of his cock once, Enji pulled his cock away from his youngest son’s cheek. A string of precum clung between Shouto’s cheek and the tip of Enji’s cock, it stretched, only snapping apart when Enji moved his cock so that he could tap it once against Shouto’s closed lips.
Shouto’s plush lips part open, tongue snaking out between his lips to lap at the head of his father’s cock. A groan, loud and low, rumbles in Enji’s throat as the tip of Shouto’s tongue licks over the slit of his cock, lapping up the precum that leaks out of it. His wet tongue glides over the head, swirling around the soft, spongy flesh in a practiced motion as Shouto leans forward and slowly swallows the tip of his father’s cock in the warm, wet heat of his mouth.
Enji’s grip on Shouto’s hair involuntarily tightens at the action.
Fuyumi’s eyes flicker to her left. Touya’s already fished his cock out of his sweatpants and has a loose grip on it with his left hand. His fist slides up and down the shaft, lower lip curled into his mouth as he watches their younger brother suck their dad off.
He catches Fuyumi staring and gives her an inviting wink.
Pressing her thighs together, Fuyumi can feel the growing heat in her cunt as it begins to soak through the fine material of her underwear. She rubs her thighs together, mouth pinching together as she spreads her thighs apart and slips a hand between her legs, the tip of her middle finger circling around her swollen clit through her underwear.
The heat from Shouto’s mouth on Enji’s cock is almost as scalding hot as his flames. Enji's hips jerk forward, shoving inches of his cock into Shouto's mouth. For anyone else in Shouto's position, it would have been too much, causing them to jerk back, pull off of Enji's cock in a sputtering, gasping mess, but Shouto—like his other siblings who were used to having Enji's cock in their mouths—moans like a whore.
Shouto's moaning causes pleasure to vibrate around the shaft of Enji's cock. His hips snap forward even more in reaction, until his cock is buried in his youngest son's mouth and his throat, and Shouto's nose is buried in the vibrant red strands of his pubes.
“Oh, fuck,” Enji groans, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling, his mouth falling open to let out a slow, loud groan of pleasure.
A small spot of moisture forms in the middle of Fuyumi's underwear as she presses her finger firmly against her clothed clit. Pleasure and heat radiate up her groin, making her moan as she presses a second finger against her clit, firmly rubbing the covered nub as the wet spot in her underwear spreads, causing the fabric to dampen with her juices. A moan to her left makes Fuyumi’s gaze flicker over to Touya. He’s pushed his sweatpants down, letting them settle around his thighs so that he can pull his cock out. His hand is wrapped around his shaft in a loose grip, hand lazily stroking up and down his length, the tip of his cock is red, precum beading slowly out of the slit, only to drip, slowly, down the length of his cock and over his fingers.
He catches Fuyumi staring, wrenching his gaze away from their father and brother to give her a grin and a wink.
Shouto’s mouth is hot and wet, like the feeling of taking a hot shower, and the temperature is just perfect. Enji’s fingers tighten in Shouto’s hair, the soft strands tickling at his fingers. Shouto’s soft, wet lips drag against the skin of his cock as Enji uses his grip on Shouto’s hair to drag his mouth up and down the length. Shouto sucks and tongues at every inch of his father’s cock, spit bubbling on his lips as his father rocks his hips forward every time he drags Shouto’s head down.
Enji’s lips are pursed with pleasure, face slightly flushed as he peers down at his youngest son, whose grown a bit more alert, pulled out of his half-asleep state to actively blow his father.
Reaching out, Shouto grips his father's firm thighs, fingers sinking into the denim of his pants as he swallows his father down, throat clenching around the tip of his father’s cock, milking the head with the warm confines of his throat.
“Shouto!” Enji growls, fingers reflexively tightening harshly in Shouto’s hair, causing his youngest son to let out a moan of surprise. The reverberations of Shouto’s moan around Enji’s cock make the man’s hips snap forward. Burying his cock all the way down in Shouto’s throat.
Fuyumi bites her lip, slipping her fingers away from her clit, she drags them up her underwear, the pads of her fingers brushing against the lacy hem of them before slipping beneath the fabric. The touch of her fingers against her slick, swollen clit causes her head to snap back and a choked moan to rumble past her lips.
The sound causes Enji to turn his head in her direction, a smile toying at his lips that remains when he looks down at Shouto. Shouto’s eyes have darted in the direction of his sister as well, his eyes drooping into a half-lidded state, pupils blown wide by arousal.
“Look at that, Shouto.” Enji teases him, using his grip on Shouto’s hair to shake his head back and forth on his cock. “You’re making Fuyumi so wet by being such a good cock sucking whore.”
Shouto moans at his father’s words, his breath stuttering inside of his chest. His tongue swirls around the head of his father’s cock, the flat of his wet tongue gliding over the hot flesh in his mouth, the taste of salt, skin, and precum an explosion of flavor on his tongue. He gives a particularly hard suck that forces more precum to ooze out of his father’s slit and onto his hot tongue.
Enji chuckles, spreading his feet apart so that he can gently fuck into Shouto’s mouth. A blush blooms onto Shouto’s cheeks as his tongue and lips drag over the velvety texture of his father’s cock. The smell of his father’s favorite soap and the natural musk of his skin fill Shouto’s nose along with the taste of his precum slipping down his throat, coating the walls, and leaving behind an aftertaste that he’ll never forget. Planting one hand on the kitchen table, Enji fucks into Shouto’s mouth at a steady pace, the kitchen filling with his, Fuyumi, and Touya’s moans, the slurping wet sound of his cock fucking in and out of Shouto’s mouth.
Fuyumi’s fingers fumble over her clit, her digits wet and covered with her juices. Thighs trembling, hot air pulling itself into her mouth as she focuses on rubbing her clit in fast, concentrated little circles. “Fuck,” she curses, feeling her cunt spasm with pleasure. She can feel her juices leaking out of her, the dampness of her underwear starting to cool against her heated flesh. The fabric clings to her lips; the movement of her fingers causes the fabric to rub against her lips. It made her rock her hips in jerky little movements, her cunt growing hotter and wetter.
“Look at that, Shouto,” Enji continued to tease his son, lips quirking into a smile, cock twitching hard in his son’s mouth as he dragged the entire length of it over the surface of Shouto’s tongue, the spongy crown rubbing against the hard roof of his mouth. “You’re making Fuyumi so wet just by watching you. Can you hear how wet she is from here?”
Fuyumi’s cheeks flushed at his words, despite not being the one being dirty-talked to. True to Enji’s words, the wet, slicking sound of Fuyumi’s juices was audible to everyone’s ears. It made her groan, the muscles in her inner thighs quivering, and her face burned even hotter to know that everyone in the kitchen could hear the sounds of her playing with herself.
“Fuck, Fuyumi,” Touya softly moaned as he flicked his thumb over the head of his cock.
It made Fuyumi’s mouth water to look at it. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, the scent of sex in the air sticking in the back of her throat as she pulled in a shuddering breath.
“Touya’s hard, too,” Enji chuckled. He bites down on his lower lip as he thrusts his hips forward, groaning as his body bends slightly at the pleasure. “Fuck. I have the perfect, slutty kids.”
“Well,” Natsuo butts in, lips curling around the last bite of toast he takes. He was the only one of them actually eating breakfast, but from Fuyumi’s vantage point, she could see that there's a bulge in Natsuo’s pants, straining against the zipper of his jeans. “Maybe you should dump a load in your son’s mouth, old man; breakfast is getting cold.” There’s a teasing lilt to Natsuo’s words that is met by a dangerous fire in Enji’s eyes like he has half a mind to grab Natsuo by the scruff of his neck, force him onto his knees, and fuck his mouth instead.
Fuyumi knows her brother and knows that that would be what Natsuo wants, but instead she watches her father speed up his thrusts into Shouto’s mouth. Shouto relaxes his throat, letting Enji control the pace as the wet slurping noises of Shouto’s mouth being used grow louder in the kitchen.
Watching her little brother being used makes Fuyumi spread her legs a little wider, her eyes slipping shut so that she can focus on the pleasure that her own fingers give her. Her wet fingers glide over her clit, her pussy so wet that they slip all over her clit and struggle for purchase. Her fingers slip, the second knuckles of her fingers dragging over the sensitive nerve endings of her clit, and it sends her over the edge. Head tipping back as the pleasure in her vaults over the cliff, sending an explosion of white-hot pleasure racing out of her core and through her veins. Her pussy spasms, the muscles of her cunt contracting and clenching.
Enji snapped his hips forward and back, cock burrowing itself repeatedly into Shouto’s throat until his thrusts became unrythmic and his hips snapped forward in short, stuttering thrusts, and then he pulled Shouto’s head forward by his hair until Shouto’s nose was pressed against his groin. Enji roared, throwing his head back as his cock twitched wildly in Shouto’s mouth. Hot bursts of cum pulsated out of his dick, sliding down the back of Shouto’s tongue and his throat, not allowing him the privilege of savoring it properly on his tongue. But he dutifully swallowed down his father’s seed, with each thick rope of cum that shot out of his father’s dick.
Panting softly, Enji waited until his orgasm had clambered to a stop, and he slowly pulled out of Shouto’s mouth until the head of his cock released from his mouth with a wet, slurping suction sound and a filthy pop.
Shouto’s lips were slightly swollen and red, lips and his chin was covered in a thin layer of saliva with strands connecting Shouto’s lips to the tip of Enji’s cock. He leans forward, causing the strands of saliva connecting them together to bend and shrink. He lathers open-mouthed kisses against the tip of his father’s cock, tongue tracing over the sensitive head. The tip of his tongue flicks over the remaining beads of cum that ooze out of his father’s slit until he’s satisfied with his handiwork and pulls away to sip on his glass of orange juice.
Natsuo snorts, poking fun at the fact that Shouto was no longer half-asleep. He reaches over, poking his younger brother in the face. “Who knew that a shot of Dad’s cum in the morning was all you needed to wake up.”
Shouto swats his hand away.
Shoving his cock back into his pants, Enji moved away from the kitchen table, making his way over to the counter where Fuyumi and Touya were. Fuyumi was pulling her hand out of her underwear, lifting her wet fingers to her mouth to suck her juices clean off them. The tip of her index finger was in her mouth as she watched her father stop before her to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. He moved over to Touya, who still had his cock in his hand.
Reaching out, Enji brushed the tips of his fingers over the head of Touya’s cock, watching his eldest son let out a gasp as Enji’s fingers slid down, brushing Touya’s loose grip aside so that he could grip Touya’s cock. Leaning in, he captured Touya’s lips, swallowing down the muffled groan that Touya let out as he jerked him off at a steady pace.
Fuyumi watched as her brother and father made out. Their kiss was full of passionate hunger that was met with tongue and teeth. Touya groaned as Enji bit down on his lower lip, tugging the flesh between his teeth and letting it go as Touya’s hips jerked up in his touch. Enji’s palm brushed over the weeping head of Touya’s cock, spreading the steady stream of precum that oozed out of the tip and dripped all over his shaft and Enji’s fingers.
“Fuck, Dad, Fuck,” Touya groaned as Enji jerked him off, fingers rubbing all over the head, spreading his precum all over it, making the slide of his hand smooth with his own fluids. Slipping his tongue into Touya’s mouth, Enji teased him with an open-mouthed kiss, their tongues sliding and twirling together as Touya openly panted into the kiss.
A sharp gasp pulled itself into his throat as Touya’s eyes squeezed shut, his cock twitching in his father’s palm as cum spurted out of his tip, oozing over the back of Enji’s knuckles and down the inside of his fingers.
With a few more flicks of his wrist, Enji slowly milked the remaining drops of cum from Touya’s cock, watching him with a bemused gleam in his eyes as Touya twitched and shuddered with each stroke. Pulling his hand away, Enji lifts his cum-covered fingers to Touya’s mouth and shoves one in. He stares at his son expectantly.
Touya’s tongue licks over his Dad’s finger, cleaning his own mess off the digit. When it’s clean, Enji pulls the finger out and shoves another one in, repeating the process until Touya has licked his own cum clean off of his father’s hand. Slipping the last finger out of Touya’s mouth, Enji leans in and gives him one final kiss, pulling back so that their lips are brushing together. He smiles and says, “Good boy.”
It makes Touya blush from the praise.
Touya pulls his sweatpants up as Fuyumi readjusts her skirt, and just like that, in this perfectly normal world, the Todoroki family settles down at the table for breakfast just like any other day.