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[Futurelandia] The Thanksgiving and Early December Post

[ It's been around a month since everything started to change. And frankly, a damn sure more things have changed even in that month. There's simplistic ones, such as Masaomi getting a vasectomy which even if he tried to keep it on the downlow, everyone found out about because of what a whiner he was for his week of medical abstinence and everyone felt after that for how he proceeded to fuck every relevant woman in the house and who would sleep with him out of the house into submission for the next two or three days. Everyone sort of had a rude awakening there.

But then, some changes were bigger and more serious. A new member joined there pack (Veroncia) not all that long ago, and it was much to everyone except some of the adult's surprise. Everyone had to learn their new pecking order and where she fit in with the rest of them. Masaomi and Nariko continued their rituals and continued their seeing other people, to mixed results from both. Audrey was hanging around the house more, though she hadn't had the recommended Talk with Masaomi about joining, despite making this something of a second home for her. And of course, Junko's training continued despite the week long hiatus from it.

Everyone was changing, and everyone was adapting. Yamato even had a sexy car now. And at the culmination of everything, a sort of milestone in the midst of everything, there was Thanksgiving, the lead up to it, and the follow up after it leading into December. A time when a lot of people hung out in one house, and then things got weirdly tense for a variety of reasons. God bess us, every one. ]

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[ . . . Holy shit that sounds so good. He actively whines at this, looking around where they are. Still in line. But this was an all purpose store, right? They had to have a bathroom or a changing room - or... or something. His own scent's begun to leak a little with anticipation, which drives as many if not more heads than Junko's. The young man swallows, and he looks down at his sister with an awkward smile - ]

I feel-- you know. I'm dumb to ask this to you b-but. Nariko gave me some homework about dirty talking. M-mind if I try it out?

[ He turned into a mumble by the end of that.

... Junko go the fuck back to training. You might need sex daily but at least it'd be on your terms ]

[This is a whole comedy of errors because she can't help responding to that noise of his, so needy and straightforward, begging her to fix it for him, make him feel better. The only reason she doesn't is because she grips his hand a little harder, she's trying to be good and controlled but god she could get on her knees in this stupid line.]

Sure. [She can only manage one word responses because it's hard to talk when she's on the edge of panting.

Why would she go back to training, none of that was on her terms at any point!! But dear god would it be nice to be fucked regularly again, by people who knew what they wanted and how to just take it without always asking her what to do.

So maybe.]

[ But when she graduates, she'll be a blossomed young woman who has control over the scent that she had born of being the child of an Alpha and his bitch! Still, something like that isn't ... relevant right now.

Right now, Yamato was squeezing her hand back with one hand, but also grinding their hips together a little as they stand next to each other. Fuck this is not a good place to be in public while their hands are full of bags ]

S-should I do it now? No, I should - should wait. Right? I think.

[ Where's a space they can go to? Fuck. also do they even have time for this? ]

I think I'm [A moan, here because this is only getting worse. The first thing that really occurs to her is that if she was in front of him he could practically dry hump her right in this line. And you've got to be in a hell of a pathetic state to find that arousing.] doomed either way.

[So it doesn't really matter if he talks dirty or not, her switch has been flipped and she's going to have to masturbate or get a dick in her to cure it.

Why had she passed Ethan up on his boring sex? That'd been a horrible idea.]

... Can't we use Christmas themed cookie cutters next year? That can be the gift for the house.

Yeah, we can.

[ Okay, let's get out of his line then. Holding her hand tight he moves them...! ... Deeper inside the store. There's no way they would make it to his car as long as she's like this. So he'll just find the most secluded place that he can in the store and they'll go at it there. As he does, though, he's babbling and scenting up the room enough to attract looks, but it's ll for her, all for Junko.

Well, and him.

They can purchase Koji's gift later, right? Right. And they didn't miss anyone else right? Right. Oh, Nariko's- speaking of ]

You know Nariko's told me she can't even really get off by herself anymore, like she needs a cock or someone else's fingers. That's-- I didn't know what of think of it. Guess dad trained her like that.

[ Or she lied to him or overstated it but who knows ]

[She almost can't walk like this, to put pressure on her legs inadvertently reminds her of how wet she is and every little moment of everything below her waist line will serve as little jolts of near cruel pleasure. But she tries to force herself, focuses on the pressure of the bags and his voice. Is he asking a question or just throwing it out there? She doesn't really know.]

It's true. [There's probably some isolated corner of this store near a supply closet or whatever, some place a little isolated and probably not with a lot of privacy but right now something is better than nothing.] It's not like it can't feel kind of good? But it's never enough. When you want it you want another person just as much as being able to cum.

[And you just couldn't get that with your own hand.] Toys are kind of different, though.

[Just because you can't really train ones propensity towards vibration out of them - at least, not as far as Junko knew. Just her fingers wouldn't work but if she really needed to cum in order to focus in class or something? Well, she had a discreet little vibrator that has lived with her since the beginning of December.]

[ Fucking hell that's hot though - Yamato squeezes her hand a little harder, and then moves his way towards...

Let's go with...

Just this isolated corner of the store behind a rack of clothing, let's go with this instead, because that's just all the better. The boy gets them there, or at least makes to walk them over there. Also poor girl, being in a skirt like that while being so horny... He nods, swallowing hard with - ]

Well if you like that more, I mean-- [ Inhale, exhale ] Then forget eating you out, I've just got to rm my big d-dick down into that cunt of yours. Stretch it out that much more.

[ Okay, so he decides to try out dirty talking. ... He should have waited until they got there ]

Jesus.

[His execution and confidence are lacking and, really, she wouldn't be Junko if she wasn't prepared to tell him that in some form or the other. But right now to hear Yamato, who could be overly respectful at best or hopelessly clumsy at his worst, find some middle ground there and say something so dirty just shoots straight between her legs, as fierce as being fingered from behind.

She tries to walk a little faster but it mostly ends in her stumbling. Wherever they're going to be they need to just get there because she's about to cry from how much it hurts right now. She needs to be fucked and it feels like it's driving her insane.]

S-so that was good. Right?

[ Okay that might have ruined it. Still, with her stumbling and him sort of lurching and both of them smelling the way they do... even if this corner of the store is "isolated" it's still blatantly in public. Still only has a few clothing racks to covering them up. And with the next little stumble she has he lets go of her enough to try to as gently as possible get her down on her hands and knees. He drops his own bags next to her, and grunting with some fierce thing deep inside of him, Yamato reaches to hike up her skirt, checking if she's got panties he needs to pull aside or not. But for now...

Well, he works to take his belt off. Fuck he needs his cock out ]

[She's on the floor? Right, yeah, the floor and she just has to unhook her arm from the bags so that it's easier to brace on, easier to reach back and tug her panties down enough that they won't get in his way. They're not very well hidden at all, anyone who walked by might easily see them and get them in trouble but she doesn't care. Right now she assumes the face down, ass up position happily, with her forehead braced on one arm.]

It was, so don't stop!

[The lack of confidence and all that? It'd probably solve itself as he got into the habit of it.]

[ God damn the smell of her though. On the floor, with her in this position, he's actually spoiled for choice, and he's so spoiled for choice that he hesitates for many long moments until he groans and despite the fact he just asked to put it in her cunt - ... He instead digs the head of his big dick in her ass. And he works to ram it down her ass ]

Junko... you smell so good. You feel so good. Go back to dad. If you felt any more good I'll make you my slave.

[ Did he mean that he wanted her to get even better and feel even more good? Or did he mean that she should do that before he steals her away? He wasn't even sure, honestly. He barely knew what he was saying ]

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[Look, when you say one thing and do the other she has a right to be a little surprised, as well as impatient that he would sit there and apparently stare at her body for more than a few seconds. She might have taken that, though, if it had come with a warning because Yamato's dick is somewhat unwieldy as it is, to feel it pushing into her ass is always An Experience. She whines, already welling up with overwhelmed, frustrated tears that are going to fall against her arm.]

I d-don't - want to go back to dad! [Or maybe she does, it's hard to tell, impossible when he's saying stuff like this and she's relaxing to accommodate his dick in her.]

I just - Yamato, please just fuck me, don't wait, I don't care, I just want to be a slut again!

[Don't ask her to make sense either because it is something she wants, she's tired of always leading, always feeling wrong for wanting a little bit of physicality to match her feelings and intentions. She doesn't want to be sweet and perfect all the time! But getting fucked in some none-to-far corner of a store was pretty goddamn slutty so she's on her way, right? So who cares if he fucks her without any regard? She'll recover either way.]

[ When he first moves into it, her ass is so tense. That's probably a natural reaction, and he moans at how tight the thing feels as he forces his cock down into it. By the time he's gone as deep as he can go, near enough to the base that at least he his happy with it (though in the back of his mind, he knows Nariko would criticize him for not going all the way and wonders if Junko will too) he begins to set a pace at fucking her in the ass. Meanwhile, his hands slap the sides of her hips and he scrapes along them with his nails.

She doesn't want to, huh... ]

D-don't worry! I'll make you such a slut you'll-- [ dirty talk, dirty talk - ] Not live a half a day day w-without some cum leaking from your bruised up cunt!

Then you shouldn't hold back!

[Because she knows that he is. They've fucked enough times that she's aware of his cock and it's length and how it feels - why does he still baby her after everything their father has put her through? It's almost insulting. Or it would be if she could think while he was banging her and she really can't.]

Fuck, I - [It's so easy to run her mouth at any point of her life but this one. Goddammit.] You're gonna keep me stuffed all day, then?

All day. [ He promises that, though he knows it isn't even at ll true.

... Hold back, huh.

He frowns only briefly, but Yamato swallows and grins wide as he braces hard on her hips, as he yanks on her and thrusts forward at the same time, and he forces his cock to go that much further, forces himself to-- no, more like forces her body to accept every last centimeter of his dick up her ass even if he needs to force it. He was worried bout it being too rough with her... but maybe that was wrong. In fact, he laughs a little ]

And if you're too- too much for me in the end, I can delegate some help!

[Half the appeal of dirty talk is the fantasy of it, the fact that a lot of it isn't ever going to be true, but expressing some little desire for it, even benign, is the fun part. It's what makes it hot.]

Ah! [Holy shit, when he actually pounds right into her it's ... Okay, it hurts. It's so painful she might lose her ability to see for a moment! But immediately after this an unbelievable amount of pleasure, and the knowledge that he's filling her up completely. The satisfaction and purpose that comes with that just can't be beat.]

You're gonna whore me out, too, huh? [She can barely talk, but she pushes herself.] If it makes you happy, I'll do it.

[It's not a compromise. She's literally saying she'd fuck whomever if it pleased him.]

[ It's true, the fantasy of it was the appeal, the ideal. Yamato was forthright, probably to a fault. Both her and Nariko had to be painfully aware of it - even when he did commit to dirty talk (and to come extent, to a limit, it came naturally to him) he did try to keep it to thinks he could or would do, things which were feasible if outlandish. It's a core misunderstanding, probably bore out of their father's penchant for grandiose promises.

It's why he even said that in the first place: some part of him suspected that even with her low stamina, Junko would demand more sex than even he could offer. And so to keep up going at it all day (something he suspected neither of them could afford even on winter break just time wise) he gave an alternative. ... But when she put it like that, Yamato quickly realizes...

... They're talking about fantasy here, right? He hopes? she wouldn't genuinely -- do that. Junko has far too much pride. And so, resolving to do this better, he grunts and, ]

I--- I could make a business out of it! [ ... Where the fuck is he going with this - ] Line up people to fuck the top of the class, sure I'd get more than enough for all of both of our gifts using your well trained cunt!

[ Was that good? Or was that too far? He's glad she can't see his face, because he pales with the anticipation even as his dick goes down to the base again with the next thrust ]

[It's all just fantasy, but there are some facts in this. The fact is that her stamina isn't as bad as it used to be, except in cases like this one where a frightening amount of hormones were at play. The other fact is that of course she'd really do something that dramatic. A lot of her pride had seemed to flit off somewhere, and no one really seemed to miss it, so why should she?

But even though it impresses her that he can manage to say something so filthy and to even deliver it confidently, she knows he probably wouldn't do that.]

Yamato! [He did such a good job that she can't answer him! But her scent might as well be bursting from every corner. She's a panting, rutting mess and barely refraining from all out screams in the middle of a department store.] I - yes! [What's she agreeing to? Who knows. Who cares? This is what she's needed all day.]

[ Pride was not without worth, pride had it's place... But both Yamato and Masaomi did like Junko being the bitch that she was born to be. She could have pride and fulfill that role, or else their mother couldn't exist. But to be that philosophical in this moment...

Yamato couldn't do it. It was his turn to be blinded, his vision distorted by the power and the quantity of her scent. He rakes his hands down her hips, and he doesn't even notice the fact that many people seem to be gathering closer to them, invited in by both of their scents. They might be hidden by the clothing for now, but...

Should he try to silence her, silence himself? ] Y-you would?! [ Wait, this is just fantasy He wouldn't do that. -- .. keep up the act ] Fuck! I'll have-- have to buy you the best gift?

[It's a discussion that someone probably needs to have with her, but now definitely isn't the time. She doesn't realize that there's any sort of gathering either, the whole world is zeroed down to herself and Yamato, and the color of the floor that occasionally floats in and out of her sight.

The best gift, huh? She still doesn't know what she wants.]

All I want is -- you!

[It's kind of a - there's that song! 'All I want for Christmas is you'. Or whatever.

And to think that this is the last thing she says before orgasming - and there's definitely no keeping her quiet, he'd have to stuff her mouth with something to hope to shut her up, and it's another miracle entirely that her legs don't give out entirely. Every possible sensory overload is occurring, she's practically running a river down her legs and there's an endless stream out of noises to go along with the faintly pathetic sound of her clawing at the store's generic carpet.

... Why is his dick so good? Dammit.]

[ All she wants is him...

How does he even react to that? He might want to think harder on that, but it's hard to think on that when he feels her squirting down his thighs and making a mess of everything. Their scent and their sound is amazing, and it's within this moment at the corner of his vision Yamato knows that, yes, someone has started to watch them. It's an older woman looking at them from around the clothing rack. And Yamato pales but he also...

He also feels some sense of pride he can't quite put his finger on. And so he works harder in her ass, moving more and moving with more certainty. He reaches a hand down to smear his hand with her juices and then wipe them onto the top of his dick as he pulls out between thrusts, and smear it on the outer part of her asshole.

Fuck, fuck. ]

[He doesn't have to react to it because this is still just a fantasy, something they're doing to make their already stellar sex life that much better. She still hasn't noticed anyone so she works back on his cock despite the newly formed ache in her hips and lower back without any sense of shame. It feels like her nerves are shaking from the inside out, but she wants him to cum, that's what she's supposed to help with, that's her purpose in this little scenario.

And yet she's the one left wriggling when he actually touches her there. Junko squeaks at it and her head snaps up despite the lack of strength in her arms.]

Yamato! [It almost sounds like she might object to what he's doing but it's also ... Kind of exciting. She wasn't as ridiculously gung ho about doing it this way like their mother, but she wasn't against it, either! But his fingers are a different sensation, unique enough that she flushes an even deeper red than she'd already been sporting.]

[ Mostly, he was wetting his dick. Yamato wasn't necessarily actively trying to finger fuck her. Hopefully she didn't think he did! No, he just wanted to try to lubricate her asshole that much more! Or at least, that was the idea. But when she lifts her head up...

...

There's more than that old woman now. There's now three preteens, there's some older looking pervert. There's more and more people, and yet no one has called mall security. And Yamato, still caught up in this, in fucking her, in this fantasy, in the fact he hasn't cum yet - ...

He- ]

S-say hi, Junko?!

[Knowing that there are so many people watching her is .... It's truly mortifying. Not out of any real sense of shame or whatever but because they just sort of appeared like the children of the fucking corn or something! Mostly she's just afraid of getting in trouble because while the law had a little wiggle room for randy teenagers they were all out fucking in a public space, and Yamato was the only adult between the two of them.]

U-Uhm?

[She doesn't know what to do here so she ducks her head back down into her arms. She still wants him to cum but maybe he should work on that really quickly so they can leave as soon as possible.]

[ Yamato's actually forgotten Junko is not technically an adult. ... He really should be remembering that, shouldn't he? Still. He...

He was turned on, and horrified. and turned on. and both. Still, he just picks up on fucking her up the ass, reaching his hand out and down her body so that he can yank at her hair (his mom likes that a lot, does Junko?) and the other hand goes to put fingers in her mouth to silence any more screams she might have. Still, he continues to ram into her, pushing himself more and more towards orgasm as people gasp and some people might even take pictures. He should stop them, he should say something-

He can't say anything.

Fuck. Okay, just- just cum. ]

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