Strange Love

Sonomi watched them kiss for a long time. It was like something familiar. He smiled at Touya made a handsign - sissors. Touya countered by giving a submissive sign - paper.

"See you at school, Sakura-chan," Syaoran departed - he at least tried to - Sakura insisted that he stay for dinner.

He looked at her eyes - god those eyes did it to him again. He nodded, "Okay."

"Mou," Sonomi sighed at this sight whispering to Fujitaka, "It almost looked like -"

"I know, I know," he nodded, "So, why are you here?"

"Tomoyo said she had to check how something hangs. I... well - it was on the way... um, if it is not a bother..."

He nodded. The two of them sat there as Sakura and Tomoyo disappeared into her room.

"I have studies," Touya moved back to his room.

There sat Syaoran next to the two grown ups. He looked at them for a long time. He wanted to speak. But no words came. What could he say to the man who he just played naked limbo with? As for her, what could he say to Tomoyo's mother?

"Shouldn't you be starting dinner, Fujitaka-sensai?"

"Hai, hai, hai," he nodded.

Syaoran looked at Sonomi for a long time, he took a deep breath, "I will help!"

He rushed right into the kitchen.

Fujitaka smiled at him, "Something wrong, Master?"

"No," he shook his head as he helped with dinner prep. Sonomi just watched - god she loved seeing Fujitaka in domestic-style, she really did not care for the sensai-style. If she could keep him like that - god, Tomoyo may have had siblings... Then she thought about Syaoran and Sakura's kiss - if they kissed like that... It wouldn't be long before they had children.

"Like to stay the night?" Fujitaka offered, "Touya-chan will be eager..."

"Better not, Meiling might be missing me. I hate to say it, she can't Cook Japanese food, just English and Chinese styles..."

"I see," Fujitaka looked rather dejected, he wanted another crack at a three-some, "You cook quite well."

"Why don't you ask her," he whispered gesturing at Sonomi.

"Are you sure, master?"

"Remember the bunny girl?"

His penis jumped thinking on it, "Yes." Oh, god yes, he enjoyed every part of it.

"My treat." He patted Fujitaka on his ass, Fujitaka replied with the same little pat.

"You know, you two look almost like father and son like that," Sonomi observed then sighted something else - there was a small problem - the seating arrangements, "We might have a problem - we don't have enough chairs."

"No problem," Tomoyo offered, "We just sit on each other's laps."

They looked at her for a second. Tomoyo pointed, "Syaoran, sit on dad's lap. Sakura, sit on big brother lap. And I will be on yours mom."

Sonomi nodded not realizing that Tomoyo referred to Fujitaka as her own father and Touya as her brother.

 

Sakura took her seat smiling at her brother. It was a secret smile. Little did he know that Tomoyo convinced her into wearing the underwear he got for her. It was a little thrill knowing this, but she clutched her legs tightly trying not to wet them until she could show them to him.

There would be a problem with her just sitting there. She could feel it. Her brother pressing against her backside, so she adjusted so that his hard-on would sit between her thighs. Touya was staring at Sonomi - Sonomi had neglected to wear a bra - his penis was trying to will them to show every bit of their motherly goodness.

There was a good reason she left her bra in the car. The driver nodded saying, "I will pick you up in the morning." The driver knew that this was a signal that Sonomi would be staying the night.

Sonomi loved staying the night - it was sort of a thrill to sleep in the same bed as her precious Nadeshiko. As for the love-making that she knew was enevitable, Fujitaka was inches better than her husband. And it did not help that she wished Tomoyo was his - after all, there was a 50% chance he was...

Of course right now, she had another problem. Tomoyo on her lap. Her legs straddling her knee as if bouncing back and forth along its length - using the breast a spring-board. If her daughter kept doing this, it would not be long before she jump one of them at the table consumed by lust. She would even have her daughter...

Not that Tomoyo would have minded. As she ate, she masterbated.  In one moment she thought of a three-some with her father (Fujitaka) and her mother, the next moment she thought of a three-some with her brother (Touya) and her mother, the moment after that it was both her father and brother, the moment next it was her mother and Sakura, and then back to her father and her mother.

Syaoran was not dreaming about it. He was more forward. Before he took a seat, he slipped down Fujitaka's zipper, whispering, "I like you more than Touya." This was true - he could get used to it... 

He had taste of Eriol but not the energy that Eriol had, the size of Touya but not the experince. It made him wonder what Clow was like... Probably the best of both worlds - taste, energy, size, and experiance. No wonder there was no record of any of Clow's lovers complaining...

Trying not to moan or make a face, Syaoran rode Sakura's father. His movements was trying to make sure that Fujitaka not think of his own three-some.

Dinner concluded with a sigh of relief.