When he pushed open the front door, a voice greeted him.
"Jin~"
Mira was coming down the stairs with a rolled up yoga mat under her arm and a smile that, after all these years, Jin still didn't know how to classify.
"What are you going to do?"
"Ugh..." Stopping on the last step, Mira puffed out her cheeks in a pout that would have looked childish on any other woman but on her, with that face and that body, came off as erotic. "Jin-chan hasn't been paying much attention to mommy lately... Could it be that now that you have beautiful girlfriends you look down on your old mother?"
"How could that be!?"
Jin slapped his chest with solemnity. "In my heart, you've always been the most beautiful."
"...Pfft..."
Mira tried to keep her offended expression, but the laughter won the battle.
"You're so sweet..." Shaking her head in amusement, she stepped down. "Fine. I got a sudden urge to practice yoga today."
Walking barefoot toward the living room, she unrolled the mat.
"But Jin-chan..." She turned to him as she positioned herself on the padded surface, tilting her head. "Can you stay to check if my poses are correct?"
"..."
Jin opened his mouth to respond, but the words evaporated.
Because only now, with her under the living room light, did he register what she was wearing.
A white sports top, the kind that was designed for women with considerably more modest breasts than Mira's. The elastic fabric clung to her torso like paint, stretched to its absolute limit by those absurd tits.
The cut was short: it ended several inches above her navel, leaving the strip of skin at her narrow waist exposed along with that small, tempting navel that looked like an invitation designed by the devil.
And below... Fuck.
Red athletic shorts that deserved a false advertising complaint, because the word "shorts" implied they covered something. These barely covered the tops of her thighs, so short that the lower crease of her ass cheeks peeked out.
And from there down, bare legs. Miles of legs. Her skin gleamed with that creamy softness that was begging to be touched, from her thighs all the way down to those delicate ankles and toes on the mat.
Jin traced her from bottom to top, not even trying to hide it, feeling the blood abandon his head.
"Jin-chan, I'm going to start~"
Mira's singsong voice snapped him out of the trance. She was already positioning herself on the mat.
Swallowing hard, Jin sat on the sofa across from her, crossing one leg over the other. "Go ahead."
Exhaling softly, Mira brought her hands together in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and slowly raised her right leg, pressing the sole of her foot against the inside of her left thigh.
Tree pose.
Her hips adjusted to maintain balance, tensing the glute of her supporting leg.
Ten seconds later...
Mira leaned forward fluidly, placing her palms on the floor while extending her left leg behind her. Her toes pointed, and her ass rose into the air.
From the sofa, Jin watched the shorts ride up, sinking into the cleft between her fat cheeks and leaving the two lower crescents of flesh fully exposed.
But Mira wasn't done.
Sitting down on the mat, she spread her legs at a perfect right angle and leaned her upper body forward.
Jin got another wonderful view.
Her breasts hung heavily inside the fabric that gaped open like a curtain, swaying with the movement. He saw where both breasts began, the full curve of their round shape, the deep valley between them, and further down, the pink shadow of a nipple that was almost escaping.
After completing the movements, Mira let out a deep sigh. Her skin glistened with sweat: it beaded on her forehead, ran down her neck in shiny lines that disappeared into her cleavage, and gave every inch of exposed skin a wet sheen that made her look lubricated.
Wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, she looked at him with a satisfied smile.
"So, what does my baby think of my routine?"
"That you should teach classes. You'd charge a fortune." Jin paused. "That said, only with female students."
"Fufu~ Jealous? I really do have talent."
Her smile widened, and something shifted in her eyes.
"I need to stretch..." She beckoned him with a finger, inviting him over. "Can you help me?"
And before he could answer, Mira had already turned around.
Standing up, she spread her legs wider than shoulder width and began to lean forward slowly.
Her back arched, her waist dipped, and her ass rose. It rose and rose, pushing backward while her head descended toward the floor, until that juicy peach of an ass was at the highest point, aimed directly at where he was.
"Jin-chan... help me."
Jin quickly positioned himself behind her and placed his hands on that tiny waist, feeling the heat of her sweaty skin shoot through his palms like an electric shock. Blood roared toward his crotch so hard that his cock throbbed painfully.
"Like this?"
"Yes~... exactly like that."
Mira continued descending, inch by inch, and with every degree her head lowered, her ass rose higher against Jin.
And the contact was inevitable: first a soft brush of fabric against his crotch, then the pressure of flesh molding against him, and finally, with one last movement of her hips that had absolutely nothing to do with stretching, those meaty cheeks crushed against his erection with full force.
Mira squeezed them against him, rocking her hips in a subtle back and forth.
"Mmm~..."
'SHE'S DOING IT ON PURPOSE!'
The rope of reason snapped.
Spinning her around and digging his fingers into her waist, Jin kissed her.
He sealed her mouth with a hunger that had been building since he saw her unroll that damn mat, and invaded her mouth with his tongue, claiming every corner.
"Mmh~~!"
Moaning against his mouth, Mira was caught off guard. Being the second time, this time it was her who found herself at a disadvantage from the very first second.
With [Silver Tongue], Jin moved with a skill that dismantled her: he pushed, he pulled back, he wrapped around her, he caressed her palate, and every time she tried to regain control, he changed the rhythm and left her chasing him.
He plundered her mouth in a way that melted her knees.
"Mmm~... w... wait..."
Barely managing to pull away, Mira pressed her fingers against Jin's lips, panting hard.
"I-It's still too soon..."
"O... once you've conquered Yuna and Nina... I... I'll be yours too..." Holding his gaze, her blue eyes shone with a promise that was no game. "So don't rush things."
"Whew..."
Exhaling long and slow, Jin closed his eyes. The frustration was painfully obvious in the stiffness straining his pants to an unbearable degree.
And to make sure she understood exactly how much that patience she was asking for was costing him, he pressed his hard erection against her belly.
"Mmm~..." Feeling that familiar hardness, Mira smiled tenderly. "Poor thing..."
Laughing, she shoved him by the chest with both hands until he fell backward onto the mat.
Jin landed staring at the ceiling, and before he could sit up, Mira was already kneeling between his legs.
"Let mommy help you relieve that painful pressure~"
Grabbing his pants, she pulled them down. His erection sprang free, at last liberated, hard, throbbing, and Mira gazed at it with a hungry expression that completely undid the maternal facade.
Wrapping one hand around the base, her fingers couldn't even grip half the circumference.
Then she brought her lips to the tip and placed a tender kiss. As if greeting an old acquaintance.
"Mmwah~♥️"
Then another kiss, a little lower, on the side of the head where a thick vein pulsed. And another, descending along the length with a slowness that made every tendon in Jin's body tighten.
"Mmwah~♥️"
Kiss after kiss, leaving glistening marks all over his erection as she traveled from the head to the base with the patience of someone who genuinely enjoyed every inch of the journey.
"How impatient it is..." she murmured against his skin, feeling the spasms each touch of her lips provoked. "Mommy's going to take good care of you, so just relax~"
When she reached the base, her mouth descended a bit further.
Jin felt her lips close around one of his balls, enveloping it in the wet heat of her mouth, and her tongue caressed it with slow movements while her free hand traveled up his shaft with a firm grip, sliding from bottom to top with the lubrication of her saliva.
"Mira..."
She switched to the other side, sucking with the same tenderness while her hand kept working above, her fingers squeezing and rotating around the head each time she reached the tip, spreading the precum that was already flowing in a steady thread.
...
"We're back!"
The two voices arrived in unison from the entrance, followed by the sound of the door closing.
Jin and Mira exchanged a look.
He was sitting on the mat with his legs crossed and his clothes in place; she had gotten to her feet less than a minute ago and was still wearing the yoga outfit.
Everything was in order.
Yuna and Nina appeared carrying a large shopping bag each. Yuna came in first with her usual energy, but stopped dead when she found the scene.
"Jin-kun! Mom...?" Nina narrowed her eyes, shifting her gaze between the two of them with suspicion. "What are you doing?"
"I'm helping her practice yoga." Jin pointed at the mat with complete naturalness.
Mira nodded with a serene smile, gracefully wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.
Nina didn't seem entirely convinced, but before she could press further, Yuna walked up to them and wrinkled her nose.
"There's a weird smell..."
"It's the smell of sweat." Mira replied matter of factly, as she gathered her hair into a ponytail. "What did you buy?"
"Yukatas!"
Yuna raised the shopping bag with both hands, shaking it with an enthusiasm that wiped every trace of suspicion off her face. "We found them on sale!"
"I picked yours out, Mom," added Nina, whose suspicious expression had softened, though a slight frown lingered.
Looking at his sisters' cheerful expressions, something warm expanded in Jin's chest.
Those two lit up faces, the full bags, the genuine excitement over something so simple...
He suddenly opened his arms.
"How about a hug for your dear brother who missed you all day?"
"Huh!?"
But Jin didn't wait for an answer, and before either of them could process the offer, he had already trapped them both against his chest, one arm around each, holding them tight.
"Ah...!"
Yuna was the first to give in. Her initial stiffness melted in less than two seconds, and she nestled against Jin's chest with the naturalness of a cat finding its favorite spot.
Rubbing her cheek against his shirt, she closed her eyes with a smile.
It was the first time Jin had hugged them like this since they stopped being kids... That broad warmth, those arms that now wrapped around both of them with pressure... it felt incredibly good.
Nina, on the other hand, went stiff as a board while the red climbed from her neck to her ears in a flash. She opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out, and even though her body screamed embarrassment, her hands didn't push, her feet didn't step back.
She stayed exactly where she was.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye at her sister happily snuggled against Jin, something that had been buried for a long time stirred inside her.
An old feeling that filled her chest with nostalgia.
'It feels like when the three of us used to play together as kids...'
Back then, Jin was so thin and small he could barely wrap his arms around both of them.
Now those arms enveloped them completely, with strength and room to spare. The scrawny brother had disappeared, replaced by a man both of them could lean on without fear.
And Nina, without realizing it, relaxed her shoulders and let her head rest slightly against him.
Behind the three of them, Mira watched, leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
'It seems the day for a complete family photo is very close.'
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