The next morning, I left my room and gave a complicated look at my sister’s closed door next to mine. Her typical music was playing loudly, shutting off the world. I couldn’t even begin to fathom what had happened the night before. She had left me tangled up and tied to the headboard, but thankfully it wasn’t too complicated of a knot, and I was able to get myself loose after a few minutes of struggle. However, the thing that left me completely flustered was the reality that we had sex.
She was my sister, yet she had put on a mask and snuck into my room and had me. In the end, she had even told me she loved me. I was absolutely certain it was her. No matter how many times I replayed the scene in my mind, I couldn’t imagine her saying anything but ‘Brother’. That body that I had lusted over was my sister’s body. That snatch that had felt so warm and tight was my sister’s pussy! I was deep in it now.
Rather than simplifying my life by deciding on Akiko or Kira, I had made it many times more complicated by adding my sister. Wait, was she really on the list as well? Was I seriously considering having a continuing relationship with my sister? Something about last night just felt natural and right. I truly did love that woman. At the time, I thought I was just paying lip service by saying those words, but knowing the target of them, I realized that I did genuinely feel that way. I loved my sister, and just like the first two, I didn’t want to give her up.
My sister used to bring guys home every night, but even the mere thought of it happening now filled me with anger and frustration. Maria was my woman! I could only smile crookedly as I shook my head. How shameless was I really becoming? What would happen next? Checking the clock, I cursed myself over how late I slept in. This would be the last day I could as school was on Monday, but I did plan to hang out with Kira today.
I quickly cleaned up and got dressed. I dressed casual nice, including cologne. As I realized I was planning to go to Kira’s house like I was planning to have sex with her, I could only shake my head again. I was the worst. Yet, I couldn’t stop myself either. I tasted Akiko and Maria. I still needed to have Kira. If I could have both girls, I could have all three! What Mary had suggested earlier was pushed to the back of my mind at that moment.
I left my house and biked to Kira’s house. It didn’t take long to reach. After parking my bike, I was knocking on the door. I had even brought a small gift of a rose. It was corny, but I felt like at least with one of the women I was going to be with, I might try a little romance, especially how bad I flopped it up on prom night.
The person who answered the door wasn’t Kira, but her mother and my teacher, Mrs. Sasori Fukumi. I realized that something was wrong. Her eyes were red, and her makeup was smudged. She had been crying before I came here.
“Is everything alright?” I asked, furrowing my brow.
“Hakaru? What are you doing here?” She asked in surprise.
“Huh? I came to hang out with Kira? We agreed to meet around this time today?”
“R-really?” She sniffed, gesturing to let me in. “I’m sorry, she’s not here right now.”
Since she invited me in, it felt rude to not come in. I took off my shoes, although I knew that Kira’s mom didn’t run a household that held to such restrictions. She was wearing sandals herself, and a nightgown she hadn’t taken off from the night before. In fact, now that I noticed, it was a bit revealing, showing a bit of cleavage and only going down to her knees, showing off her legs as well. It was inappropriate, at least for me as a student, to be seeing a teacher in such a situation.
“Kira left a bit earlier. She didn’t mention that you were dropping by. I guess that she had forgotten by accident?” Mrs. Fukumi offered.
“Really?” I frowned at her words.
Kira had definitely told me to come around this time, but she had already left to do something. A certain feeling in my groin was let down a bit. I had been getting excited once again over the prospect of having my girlfriend, only for those hopes to be dashed without reason. It wasn’t to the point I was upset or worried, but it felt a little awkward being alone with my homeroom teacher, especially given that she was in nothing but a nightie while also acting emotionally vulnerable.
“I’m sorry. If she had mentioned anything, I would have let you know. She might be back soon. Do you want to wait? I can make you some tea if you’d like.”
“Uh… sure.” For some reason, I had the feeling like Mrs. Fukumi was happier with me here than before.
I didn’t have anything else to do today. Kira probably just had a silly moment and would return quickly, so it was best to just wait. I did send her a text while I was waiting, though, yet she didn’t respond to it before Mrs. Fukumi returned. She put down a plate and a cup of tea. The plate had snacks on it that she had prepared.
“You didn’t have to…” I said awkwardly.
“No, it’s fine. I just had to thaw them in the microwave. So, don’t hold back.” She smiled at me.
When she was in the kitchen, it was clear she had fixed her makeup and hair and now looked a bit more presentable. However, her puffy red eyes that had been crying were difficult to cover up, and she had an intense feeling of sadness radiating from her. She hadn’t acted this sad when her husband had ended up in prison. Then again, she had been sleeping around with my fath- wait… what? Why did I have that thought? I could only shake my head in confusion.
“Sensei, um tomorrow… for class…” I tried to start up a conversation, so those strange thoughts left my brain.
Pain flashed across Mrs. Fukumi’s face, and she turned away, grabbing her chest. This time, it was so clear that I instinctually stood up and grabbed her shoulder. I had never grabbed my teacher like this. She was my teacher and my girlfriend’s mother. Why was I suddenly being so bold and touching her without permission? Rather than get angry, Mrs. Fukumi reached over and touched the back of my hand. There was something strangely intimate about that touch as she looked back at me tearfully.
“What’s wrong, Sensei?” I asked, my voice stronger and more certain, using a tone I should never have used on my superior.
“I’ve… I’m not your Sensei anymore.” She said, a tear running down her cheek.
“No one in the class knows about this yet. I only found out yesterday, and as for Kira, it might be why she forgot to contact you. I was… let go, the other day.”
“What!” My hand tensed on her shoulder, and Mrs. Fukumi’s cheeks turned pink at the way I was looking at her. “How did this happen?”
“You remember my husband, don’t you?”
My eyes flashed in confusion for a moment. “Right, the vice principal. He was blackmailing students or something.”
Her expression turned bitter. “During the investigation, it was suggested that I knew about what was happening and perhaps even helped.”
“That’s ridiculous! It’s not true. What evidence do they have?”
“First, the fact that I haven’t finalized my divorce with him yet, despite everything.”
“That… you didn’t divorce him because I…” my mind went black again, and for the first time, I felt very irritated.
Why did my brain keep getting confused? It was like there was something I was supposed to know that was being kept from me. I felt like she didn’t divorce her husband for me, because I asked her to. Why would I ask her to? Something about points? It was all too confusing. Do you ever feel like things aren’t the way they are supposed to be? That was a question my sister had asked. In response, I told her to change things to the way they were supposed to be. Then she snuck into my bedroom. Was that why she did it?
“Hakaru…” She didn’t notice the thoughts on my face because she had her head lowered as tears continued to flow. “There is correspondence that was found, implying I had relations with a student.”
“You wouldn’t…” The word suddenly caught in my throat, like I felt like this wasn’t necessarily true.
That was an awful thing to think about my Sensei, but something told me she was the kind of girl where this might have been possible. In fact, it was almost like I could remember it happening. Or, was she sleeping with my father? No, Father was loyal to Mother. There is no way he’d cheat on her. No, he was a cheater, a complete cheater.
As I argued mentally, my hand must have tightened on her shoulder, as Mrs. Fukumi made a pained noise and removed my hand. Yet, with it in her hand, she didn’t let go. I noticed that Mrs. Fukumi didn’t seem so big or mighty as she did when she was in a place of authority. Rather, she was shorter than me, and she was just as beautiful as her daughter.
“The superintendent has taken personal control of the investigation. Apparently, a principal at an all-girls school had allowed some male students to attend her school, and subsequently turned them, well… it’s better to keep some things quiet.” She blushed. “The point is, they have been looking at the entire district and are cracking down on anyone acting out of line. I just was unlucky with who I chose as a husband.”
“That’s not true,” I said, squeezing her hands. “You can’t be held accountable for the actions of that bastard.”
“Hakaru…” She shivered for a second, and then gave me a strange look. “This is okay, I think. I deserve to have this happen.”
“What are you saying? Mrs. Fukumi, this is completely unacceptable!” I responded angrily.
Mrs. Fukumi smiled suddenly. “It makes me happy seeing Hakaru getting mad on my behalf.”
“Mrs. Fukumi… no, it should be Miss Fukumi!” I declared.
“You can call me Sasori now.”
“How could I do that?”
“Hakaru… the truth is, I haven’t been a good teacher or a good mother.” She responded with a tinge of sadness in her smile.
“What are you saying?”
“Even if I didn’t sleep with any student, I think if too much more time had passed, I definitely would have.”
“Wh-what?” I let go of her hands, my eyes wide in shock.
These words definitely caught me off guard. She was my teacher and my girlfriend’s mother, but she had all but admitted to lusting after a student. As soon as the shock faded, for some reason, I felt agitation. This guy who had caught my teacher’s interest, I really wanted to beat him up.
“Who is it?” I demanded.
“Ah…” She blushed. “H-how can I say?”
I grabbed both of her shoulders this time, not realizing my face was only inches from hers. Somehow, I absolutely had to know who this guy was. If I didn’t, I would never have peace. My actions had caused Mrs. Fukumi to grow flustered, but after a few moments, she looked into my eyes and her resolve melted.
“It’s you… stupid.” She said, so quietly it was almost a whisper.
Somehow, a part of me knew that she’d say it was me. Sensei… wanted to sleep with me? Feelings started to flood into my heart that felt like they had been locked away. I loved Kira. I loved Akiko. I loved Maria, and I loved Sasori. How could that be? Yet, I suddenly became certain that Sasori meant the world to me, and was just as important as any of the others.
“Sasori…” I said her first name for the first time.
She shivered. “I’m not your teacher any longer, so what we do is no longer anyone’s business.”
That wasn’t true. There was still Kira to think about. However, her mind wasn’t on her daughter at the moment, and neither was mine. The loss of her position had made her vulnerable, and the only man she could lean on right now was me. We slowly embraced, and our bodies did the rest.