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School was out and it had been a very uneventful day for Kanako. It's summertime and the AC in her room is humming a monotonous buzz as it blows cool air into her room. Plus, she's bored, anymore of this and she might just take an afternoon nap and ruin her sleep schedule. She is already snuggled in her fluffy bed under a blanket anyway. With a sigh, Kanako flipped herself from her left side to her back, staring at her ceiling while listening to the house. The house is too quiet because she's all alone. Kanae went with Nashima to the city to help settle Nashima in his college dorm. One more year and Kanae will have to move there too and her tagging along. "Ahhh... a lot of things are changing" she said to herself. She turned her right side and spotted her alarm clock sitting on the top of her desk, 15:17. Maybe she could binge a manga or two while waiting for time to pass. She'll worry about dinner later. In the worst case scenario, she'll have instant ramen again. She stood up from her bed and went to her shelves, legs spread and hands on her hips. She scans her library, top to bottom, only to find out that she doesn't have new ones to read and the ones that she has are not peaking her interest. Another sigh as her shoulders deflate, " I should have tagged along with them". With no choice, she dragged her feet back to her bed, grabbed her phone along the way and prop herself on the headboard with pillows on her back. "Fine, I'll just have to read online" Thank technology for that one. Kanako put on her reading glasses. Her searching didn't last too long when she found an interesting title and tapped on it. Unfortunately, the blog posts that she was scrolling through were linked to illegal manga websites. On the title page of the manga were sandwhich between moving images of people in different sexual acts. Real people and anime people. A blush creeped to her cheeks as her eyes bulged at the image of a real woman pulling up her bra and showing off her breast. That one caught her attention the most. The model's bosom wasn't big; rather, it was average with a pink nipple. It honestly looks like hers. She knows that it's summer and she's under a blanket, she also knows that her air-conditioning is on but oh boy, was she feeling the heat. Kanako pushed back her glasses up to her nose, not noticing when it slid off, and with blown out pupils watched as the model pushed her humble mounds to cup it in her hand and feel herself. Kanako can already feel her own heart beating against her ribs. To be clear, she was not expecting anything in the first place but she was caught off guard when the model took her tongue out and licked her own nipple. A sudden gush of heat swallows her. "Epp!" Quickly, she turns off her phone screen and dropped it on her side. She sunk even further down her bed and covered up half of her face. She realized that she liked what she saw. She's embarrassed and thank goodness no one is home. She shook her head to remove the mental image of the model in her head but it was too late. She remembers how the model squeezed her boobs, pinched her nipples and then pulled at it. The clear images are making her excited. She really should have just slept. Sure she's not that innocent and knows what her body can do. One time she let herself feel good when the water pressure from the shower head was just perfect. Heck, she's even stolen some of Kanae's ero manga! Testing a bit, she squeezed her legs together. "Hhm~" she moans with her eyebrows furrowed. "I feel good" she squeezed again and realized that the growing lust is making her mouth go dry. The house is rarely empty and with how Kanae and her being neets, this is a rare moment that she must take advantage of. If she were to let it pass, then she has no idea when she will get another chance like this again. There was a moment of hesitation and debate with her own self. And as if to test the water again, she rubbed her thighs together but was surprised when a dragged out moan left her lips with her mouth open. Kanako swallows again, " I want more." Not even a second after, she leaned over her table to put her phone down and propped herself up to the head board with mountains of pillows. Kanako cupped her hands to her breast and started kneading them through her pajama top, she palms at it and rubbed circles on her nipple with the flat of her palm. Realizing that it wasn't enough, she unbuttoned her top causing her nipples to harden at the sudden change of temperature the moment it was out of her clothes. She brought both of her hands back to her tits and started feeling them again. This feels much better, the heat from her hand warming up her nipples as she pinches and pulls at them. The feeling was starting to spread throughout her body that she didn't notice how her hips started moving in a circular motion in search of friction. Slowly, she runs her right hand from her tits to her stomach, shivering when she reaches her navel, reaching lower and lower, under the blanket and on to her crotch. Her hip jolted forward from the touch and turned her on even more. She looked around her room to find her favourite plush toy she owns, the black cat plushie. She grab a hold of the plush and nuzzled her face onto it as she slipped her hand under her pajama pants and teased herself. The wet noise that her pussy made was so dirty it made her clit stiffened and a dollop of slick came out. “Oohh, I'm so wet,” she said with her eyes closed and brows furrowed as he continued to tease herself. She had to stop herself or else she'd ruin her fun. She doesn't want to cum yet, she wants to prolong this feeling because who knows when she will get the chance again. Slowly, she opened her eyes to take a look at her pussy. It has become puffy with soft, fine, hair glistening with her cum with her clit big enough to poke out her vulva. Realizing this, she grabbed the plushie and slowly flicked the plushes's paw on to her clit. “Hmp!” The sensation caught her off guard and her hand flew to cover her mouth in an attempt to keep her voice down. She repeated the flicking movement at an increasing speed and soon enough, she began humping the plush. Her spine arched up in the middle of her bed, her favourite Roto plush between her thighs as she chases after her orgasm. She switches position from time to time, purposely placing the pudgy paw in between her folds and wetting them. Her movements were erratic from forward-backwards thrust, to tight circles, to just bouncing on the soft and pillowy material. The attached paw provided good friction that made her head so hazy she needed to close her eyes and focus on how good her pussy feels. Her voice echoed through the empty room and once again so grateful that she's alone because she has no idea if she can suppress the whining mess she has become. “Ahh~ So good. I-I can't stop”. She falls forward and braces herself with her palm and spreads her legs even wider and feels the slick gushing out of her making her thrusting more fluid. It truly felt like her brain was melting along with her pussy. She can't hold it anymore. The tight feeling in her stomach is bubbling down to her corch. Her own orgasm hits her hard. She grabbed the head to the plushie to hold it down as she thrust erratically, her voice letting out squeezed whining as she rode out her high. And maybe she's now too horny care about what kind of facial expression she's wearing but her rolled eyes and gaping mouth was a bliss to look at. Clumsy hips movements turned into small hip rotation until she got too sensitive it started to get painful. Exhaustion filled her up the moment excitement left her body and her arms collapsed. The clock says 15:45 in bright red on her table and the humming of the air-conditioning is lulling her to slumber. Roto, she remembers. She rolls off to her back and looked back fo the plush toy and sees a soaked patch on the paw where she was just humping, wet and shiny with slick, it made her blush. She need to give him a bath later. ~~~ It was already past 7 o'clock in the evening when Kanae got off the bus from the train station and walked home. It was a tiring day yesterday, he and Nashima were too busy unboxing things, arranging furniture and shopping for essentials. He couldn't wait to soak in the bath to relax his muscles. “Kanako-chan, tadaima!” Kanae leaned onto the door frame as he bent down and took off his shoes. His ears patiently waited for a response. “Okairi Nee-chan! Did you buy me a souvenir?” his sister welcomed him already in her pajamas. He walked into the house and collapsed on the sofa. “ Of course, some of my city friends told me these are the hip items” he shook the shopping bag, taunting his sister. And just like an excited kitty, Kanako grabbed onto the bag to checkas she made light-hearted comments about how his brother doesn't have real city friends and that online friends do not count. It was at that point where exhaustion finally settled in his body, blankly staring at the wall when he noticed the folded bed sheets and pillowcases on the love seat parallel to him. “It's not yet Friday, is it?” He interrupted the girl. “ But you did the laundry.” “Yes…I spilt ramen on them last night” There was a whole essay about clumsiness, discipline, and his general displease regarding eating while being on the bed already on the tip of his tongue, but his eyelids are starting to get really heavy and he doesn't want to stay in his outside clothes any much longer. “Kanako-chan~"” there was a pout in his whiny voice. The girl on the other hand looks flushed and believably sorry as he squishes a Cinnamonroll plush keyring. “Oniisan!” Kanako replies, copying the same tone her brother uses, mocking him. Kanae stood up and flicked his sister on the forehead. “I'm going to take a bath now. Make sure you do your summer break homeworks and go to bed.” After that, he went straight to his room and gathered his japamas and towel. The door right next to his room looks a little gloomy now that its occupant is gone. As soon as Kanae entered the bathroom, he noticed the humming sound of a spinning dryer. Curious as to what else could be in the wash since it was not yet laundry day, he peeked through the washing machine’s glass door and saw a familiar color scheme and set of dark eyes. He kneeled in front of the glass door and watched as the cat plushie spining around. “Oh Roto” he sighed, defeated.