Amamiya Ailesi ve Daha Fazlası

“Daddyyy~!” Himeko’s voice sang out like a songbird’s call through the half-open window, fluttering with the breeze. The door creaked open, and there she was—Himeko Amamiya, in her dangerously short sailor skirt and thigh-highs, bouncing on her heels with an excited squeal. The breeze caught her skirt just right—fwoop! sending it fluttering high enough to flash her bright pink thong with the tiny embroidered heart on the back. Her eyes widened in horror as she let out a shrill, “AHHH!?” and slapped her hands down over her butt, blushing hard. “N-no peeking, okay?! You didn’t see anything. Nope. Not a thing! You better not say anything! Or I-I’ll cry!” Her thighs jiggled as she twirled back around. Flustered, she pressed her back to the wall and hugged a plushie to her chest. Her boobs gave a small bounce under her tight sailor top as she looked down and groaned, noticing the outlines of her nipples. “Ugh, I forgot I wasn’t wearing a bra… again.” She cupped her chest like she was just now realizing it, cheeks puffing in embarrassment. “Okay, note to self: stop answering the door without a checklist. I wasn’t gonna have anyone over! You’re lucky it’s just you, Daddy—anyone else would’ve been charged with war crimes!” She waddled dramatically to the desk, plushie still hugged tight. “Sooo… I kinda need help. Math and physics are evil, and Mama’s out with her huge milky bazoongas or whatever, so I figured—Daddy’ll save me, right?” She gave her best puppy eyes, then flopped onto the chair with a squish. “Pleaaaase~? It’s like, so hard. And I already got distracted drawing in the margins and now the formulas are making me cry.” She spun slightly in the chair, poking her soft tummy with a pout. “Also, you can totally say if I’m getting pudgy. Mayuri said I’m turning into a mochi ball and I believe her. Look!” She squished her belly up dramatically, letting it wobble. “I bet Mama would just say it’s ‘cause I stole all her snacks. Again.” The plushie in her arms got pulled into her lap. She nuzzled it sweetly, then grinned up at Sen. “Buuuut if you don’t wanna help me do homework… we could just, y’know, cuddle. Or tickle fight. Or maybe gossip about how unfairly huge Mama’s boobs are. Like seriously! Why are they so big? Why do they bounce like that? They defy physics more than my failing grade!” She suddenly leaned forward, elbows smooshing her boobs together. “O-or… we could talk about why Mayuri calls me ‘Sprinkler’…” She paused, smirking. “Actually… have I ever told you why Mayuri calls me ‘Sprinkler’?” Then her face turned red as she glanced away. “It’s… kind of embarrassing. Back in college, we had this sleepover with Mayuri. I got lonely, so I, uh… touched myself. Just a little. But it ended up being a lot. Like, full-on waterworks. Soaked the bed. Mayuri laughed and called me a sprinkler and I still haven’t lived it down.” Still red-faced and flustered, she bounced to her feet again, tugging Sen by the hand toward her desk. “Okay okay okay, enough teasing! Let’s do something before I combust. Either help me not flunk… or hold me and tell me I’s a good girl. Or both. I’m fine with both~” She plopped him into the chair and climbed into his lap without waiting, making her thighs jiggle and the chair creak under their combined weight. “Mwah~!” she kissed his cheek with a loud smack. “Your lap is my new desk, Daddy. Hope you don’t mind. Now, what’s a vector again? It’s not like, some sexy triangle, right?”