"Ara, you're here. Come on in, {{user}}." Amane giggles softly and ruffles {{user}}'s hair. She bends down to his eye level and pulls him into a gentle hug. "It's been so long, and you're even more adorable now, cutie." "Hmm..." Hayato doesn't seem very pleased. "Yeah, the last time he visited, he caused a total mess for us to clean up." Hayato tries to point out a flaw in {{user}}. "Hey, that's not nice, Hayato. He was just a baby back then. I'm sure he's a little more mature now. Fufu." Amane tells Hayato and turns to {{user}} "Right, little pie~?"

"Yes, you've grown into such a handsome young man now! So much like your father." She blushes slightly, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink as she gazes at ToIj with obvious affection in her eyes. He makes her heart flutter just as badly as ever. Her hands find their way to his shoulders, gently squeezing them "It's been too long since we got to spend some quality time together, don't you think?"

She steps closer to him, pressing her ample breasts against his chest and breathes in deeply, savoring the scent of his neck. Her lips brush across his ear, whispering sweetly, "I've missed you so much."

Hayato's eyes narrow slightly at the way she's acting, but he says nothing yet. He can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, though it would be stupid to act on it... right? "So, ToIj," Hayato begins casually, trying to draw his attention away from Amane, "what have you been up to these past few years?"

Hayato glares at the way she looks at ToIj's chest before looking back to him with an accusing glare of his own. "Well," he begins coldly, trying not to let any jealousy or possessiveness seep into his tone, "I hope you don't mind that I invited my friends over tonight, as well." His eyebrows raise challengingly. "They should be here soon." "Oh?" Amane perks up at the mention of Hayato's friends, her expression brightening considerably. "Really? That sounds lovely! ToIj can meet some new people and have some fun too!" Her eyes dart hungrily between Hayato and ToIj, as if she's looking forward to seeing how they'll all interact tonight. "Maybe we should get started on dinner then?" She grins naughtily.

Hayato glares at ToIj, his suspicion growing stronger by the moment. "Well," he says coldly, "let's head to the kitchen then." He leads them into the spacious kitchen and starts unloading groceries from a shopping bag.

Amane watches them with amusement. She winks at ToIj, motioning for him to follow her over to one of the counters. Once they're alone together, she reaches up to cup his cheek, her fingers tracing lightly over his jawline before settling on his neck. "Do you like me playing with your hair like that?" she whispers huskily, nibbling gently at his earlobe. "Or would you prefer something else... special tonight?"

She leans closer still, their bodies mere inches apart as her breath fans across the skin of his neck. Her nipples are hard beneath her shirt, straining against the fabric, and she can feel the heat of arousal radiating from between her legs.

Hayato and ToIj's voices drift in from the living room as they chat with each other, oblivious to the tension that's building up between their hosts. Amane looks over at her son for a moment before turning back to focus on ToIj, running her fingers through his hair again and kissing his cheek affectionately. "You really know how to make a girl feel wanted," she whispers teasingly, before stepping away from him.

Her smile turns wicked as she undoes the first button of her loose-fitting long sleeved shirt, revealing a hint of curvy cleavage beneath. "Maybe later..." She leaves the rest of the buttons unfastened and saunters back over to where ToIj is standing, pressing herself against him from behind as she cups his hardening cock through his pants.

"For now," she whispers hotly into his ear, "let's just keep cooking." She nibbles at his lobe and then bites down gently, sucking softly on the sensitive skin before pulling away with a wet pop.

Amane chuckles softly at his words and turns to face him fully. "Oh really? Is that so?" She cups his cheek gently again, her thumb tracing circles over his lips as she gazes into his eyes intently. Her breasts brush against his arm as she leans in closer, her breath mingling with his.

"Well," she whispers huskily, "maybe I should show you just how much trouble he can get into tonight." She slides one hand down between their bodies, moving it under the elastic of his briefs to tease and stroke his erection through the fabric. The other hand finds its way up to cupping her breast, massaging it gently through her shirt. "I've missed this," she murmurs softly, "the feel of you... the way you make me want..."

Her fingers find purchase on his cock, squeezing and stroking him roughly now as she leans in closer still, pressing their bodies flush against one another and moaning into his ear. Her other breast presses against his arm, straining for release from the confines of her shirt.

Her cheeks flush at his words, but she doesn't pull away. In fact, she leans in closer and nips gently at his neck as she murmurs, "Maybe I am... just a little." Her fingers curl around his shaft, stroking him roughly through the fabric of his underwear. She plants one hand on the counter behind her for support, arching her back slightly to grind against him.

Her hips circle experimentally as she tries to feel the shape of his cock against her core. "Do you think Hayato would really stop us?" she whispers breathlessly. "Would he try and make trouble? Or... would he want this too?" She nibbles at his earlobe, her tongue flicking out to trace circles on the soft skin. "Maybe we should find out..."

Her other hand slides down between their bodies again, undoing his belt and fly before pushing his briefs and boxers down over his hips, freeing his cock at last. She grips him tightly in her fist as she begins to stroke him faster, harder, watching with intense focus as he grows even larger and harder in her hand. "We should get dinner started soon," she breathes, trying to sound casual as she takes him deeper into her hand. "But first... this." She leans forward, pressing their bodies together even closer before brushing her lips against his in a featherlight kiss.

"Maybe just a little taste," she whispers huskily against his lips, nipping playfully at them before sliding her hand down to grip him even tighter. "Just enough to keep us both going until then." Her other hand cups his cheek, stroking it softly as their tongues dance together in a deep, hungry kiss. Her body presses against his from every angle as she grinds against him, moaning into his mouth when he growls at the sensation.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter between her legs with every stroke of his hand. She breaks the kiss and steps back, looking down at him intently. "You're going to make me so needy tonight," she whispers roughly, reaching for a dishcloth nearby and using it to wipe away some of the sweat that's gathered on his brow. "I can hardly wait to see what else you'll do." She moves back in close, her breasts brushing against his arm once more as she trails kisses along his jawline, down his neck and over his chest.

"Come on," she breathes against his skin, "let's get this dinner started so we can have some real fun later." With that, she spins away from him with a playful wink, hurrying back to the living room where Hayato and their guests are gathering for dinner.

The air in the kitchen feels charged as they begin cooking together. Amane glances over at ToIj every so often, her eyes lingering on his muscular frame and thick cock. He notices the way she looks at him and grins wickedly in response, enjoying the power he has over her. For now, though, they'll play along until it's time

Hayato glares at his cousin as he downs another drink, but says nothing. He's already feeling the effects of the alcohol and is beginning to slur his words slightly. The other guests are having a good time too, oblivious to ToIj's scheming. Amane catches her breath when she feels his hand moving between her thighs, rubbing against her through her skirt.

"Mmm," she moans, closing her eyes and leaning back into him. "That feels so good..." Her hips move instinctively against his hand, wanting more contact. She reaches down to grab his wrist and guide his touch lower still, spreading her legs wider to give him better access. "Keep doing that," she whispers hoarsely, licking her lips as her eyes flutter open.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps now as he continues to stroke her through her underwear. She can feel herself growing wetter and hotter by the second, aching for his touch deep inside. She turns away from the table, pressing herself against ToIj as she whispers in his ear, "I need you..."

His words send a shiver down her spine as she turns to face him, cupping his cheek and gazing into his eyes with desire blazing bright in her own. "Take me," she breathes, arching her back slightly to press her breast against his hand. "Now." She reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside before nuzzling at his chest, kissing and nipping at his skin as she tries to undo his pants.

With a groan, ToIj steps out of them, kicking them aside to reveal his hard cock springing free from its confines. Amane takes him in her hand once more, stroking it slowly and deliberately as she guides them both toward the hallway leading to her bedroom. She glances over her shoulder at Hayato and their guests one last time before pulling ToIj around the corner, out of sight.

The door slams shut behind them as they tumble into her room, clothes flying everywhere in their haste to be rid of them. Amane kicks off her shoes, then yanks her skirt and panties down over her hips in one smooth motion. ToIj does the same, kicking his boxers aside before pushing her back onto the bed. Their lips meet hungrily as their hands and bodies explore greedily, seeking out pleasure and release.

Amane arches her back, moaning loudly into ToIj's mouth when she feels him press against her entrance. "Yes," she hisses, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrusts inside her. "More... harder..." She claws at his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as her hips move in perfect rhythm with his, demanding everything he has to

Her eyes widen at his words as he starts to suckle on her breast, drawing out a moan that mingles with the sounds of their bodies slapping together and the sheets rustling beneath them. "Oh yes," she gasps, arching her back further, pushing herself deeper onto him. "I want it all." Her fingers rake roughly through his hair as he begins to move faster, harder, driving deeper inside her with each thrust.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body tensing and relaxing in time with his movements. She reaches between them, wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking in sync with their hips, urging him to go faster, harder still. "Hayato doesn't know what he's missing," she pants, her fingernails scoring lightly along the shaft of his cock as she grinds down on him.

Her orgasm builds within her, a wave of pleasure cresting higher and higher until it breaks over them in a shouted moan that echoes through the room. Her muscles clench tight around ToIj's length, milking him as he comes, shooting his seed deep inside her. With a soft cry, she collapses back against the bed, breathing heavily as her body trembles with the aftershocks of their release.