White Peach Summer - Chapter 4

Takeru dashed toward the water, eager to be under before anyone could see him.

But he was wrong about the sun. The shock of cold water knocked the breath from his lungs, and he scrambled to regain his footing on the hard, slippery pebbles.

He turned around to face the shore as Hana kicked her jeans aside. Takeru whimpered, plunging his head under the water, his pulse hammering in his ears. He pressed further and further down, until his chest touched the cold stones and sludge along the bottom, until he couldn't hold his breath any longer.

"It's not like your hot tub at home, is it?" Hana laughed, splashing in beside him. A wave of water struck across his back, freezing his lungs.

"I don't have a hot tub!" he replied through chattering teeth.

"Uh-huh..."

Hana flipped over and floated on her back, casually drifting across the surface. The curve of her breasts slipped along water, glistening in the sun above the edge of her bra. His chest tightened, and not from the cold. He raised his gaze to the treeline ahead.

"You're acting very strange," Hana said. "What are you looking at?"

Takeru nodded instinctively before hearing her. "I'm not acting strange. It's just cold."

He sank deeper in, until the water was up to his eyes.

Takeru could feel her frowning at him. Before she had a chance to say more, a flash of white skin shot between them and Miu went crashing back into the water in a flail of limbs.

"Is she...?" Takeru started, wiping the water from his face.

Hana nodded, rolling her eyes. "Yup."

Miu popped from the water, grinning widely, her small shoulders entirely bare and glistening. Twisting like a fish, her small, naked bottom popped out of the water again, and she dove back down.

"To be fair," Hana went on, "I don't think I've ever seen her wear anything when she swims. Even at home, I think she's only wearing pants for your benefit. Because Mom made her." She rolled her eyes and flashed him a smirk.

Takeru swam in another direction, away from them. The pool was small enough that it only bought him a few extra feet of space.

"I thought you city boys were used to all this. They've still got public baths, don't they?"

"I'm not a city boy."

"Don't tell me you're not used to skinny little girls throwing their naked bodies at you," she said, laughing. "I know how it is up there."

Takeru turned on her, his face glowing red, "Oh, and how do you know this? Are you taking some trips I'm not aware of?"

She kicked to the other side of the pond slowly, unbothered. "I've been online enough," she said. "The community center has WIFI, believe it or not, and Mom got me a phone for my birthday. I talk to men online. From the city," she added, waggling of her eyebrows.

"Gross," Takeru muttered. "And that makes you an expert?

She spun around, all easy grace, the curves of her shining as she tilted her shoulders back. "Maybe. I've seen quite a lot," she said.

"Gross," he said again.

Miu popped out of the water, darting frantically toward his arms. Takeru turned out of the way and pushed her back beneath the water.

Hana floated silently, ignoring them both.

"Well, I wouldn't know," Takeru said, clearing his throat. "I'm either studying, or at school, or at basketball every night."

It was the truth. It would have been embarrassing if not for the fact that everyone was in the same situation. Everyone he knew, at least.

"Dating is for after college," he said, and he immediately regretted it. It was one of his mother's phrases.

Miu popped from the water and grabbed her sister with both hands. Hana slipped out of her grasp, threw an arm around her sister's throat, and dunked her back under. Tiny feet kicked the surface.

"She's fine," Hana sighed, watching the feet kick faster.

After a minute, her hands let go, and Miu came sputtering to the surface. She cleared out her throat, shrieked, and splashed everyone in the face.

"Maybe we should head back," Hana said.

Takeru swept a last look around the place, glancing over the cups of Hana bra, and nodded.

The walk back to the house was an uncomfortable one. They walked barefoot, carrying their shoes to let them dry. Their clothes clung to their wet bodies and, even under the warm sun, the breeze off the ocean was enough to give them all goosebumps.

"Takeru! Carry me, please!" Miu begged before they were even out of the woods. "I was drowned. I can't." She coughed dramatically, sinking to the ground.

He hardly slowed before she caught up to him, cackling gleefully as he let her up.

"Are you even up there?" Takeru teased as she slipped her arms over his shoulders. "I can't feel any weight."

He was only half-joking. Miu giggled, wrapping her arms tighter around him. Stray strands of her hair brushed his face as they walk, tickling him, just as they had that morning.

They arrived at the house and found Aunt Yumiko working on lunch. Takeru gently dumped his little cousin onto the couch before rushing toward the kitchen to help.

"I can't let you, Takeru. Tomorrow, perhaps." He pressed his way in, and she tried to shove him back out. "It's already almost done. There's no need!"

He planted his feet and couldn't be budged.

"Ai, he's like a brick wall," his aunt moaned, her feet skidding across the floor as she tried to push.

Miu shrieked out a laugh. "Tokyo boys are giants!"

His aunt clicked her tongue. "No, Miu. Just him. Giant and stubborn!" she huffed.

But she relented and even showed him how to prepare the shrimp.

"Talk about giants," he muttered. The shrimp were nearly the size of his fist. "Are these all from here?"

Yumiko shook her head. "There's no money in fishing anymore. Some of us fish after work, but just for our own families. We have to depend on what comes from town, and else we get it frozen.

"Your grandfather used to fish for us, though. And he'd come back with shrimp bigger than this, still alive and fresh."

He stepped carefully past his aunt. It was impossible not to accidentally brush against her in the tight space, and she never seemed to stop moving. Everywhere she went, her butt brushed his lap as she move. It was as wide as a pillow, and soft in a kind of way that sent his knees trembling.

Takeru pressed himself to the wall any time she came near, holding his eyes on the ceiling until she passed.

"He used to take me fishing," Takeru said, his voice breaking slightly. "He would take us up the little channels that run through town. I remember he was always talking to people wherever we went. There was always someone around. Everyone needed to talk to him."

The image of the town's main strip flashed through his mind again. The sounds, the bustle of movement, the laughter and banter.

Yumiko paused, staring at the pan in front of her. "It is a good town," she said. "My father always said the rivers were overrun with fish, and the soil is rich for growing. It was why he was so determined to help this town prosper. He was a good Village Head."

"Then... what happened?" Takeru asked.

Yumiko stared ahead, stirring mechanically. "And then he died," she said flatly. "And no one cared so much for the town as he did."

They ate lunch in relative silence. Except for Miu, but she was always talking. It was background noise now, even for Takeru.

When they finished eating, he insisted on handling the cleanup. This time, his aunt gave in without much of a fight.

"Ah, I'm spoiled already," she sighed, sinking onto the couch.

She watched him carefully, however, eager for a reason to take over.

The girls left to study and, once the cleaning was done, Takeru did the same. He headed to his own room, sliding the door shut behind him.

From his desk, he could hear the rustle of leaves outside the window and the soft hum of insects. He opened his textbook and stared at it blankly for several minutes.

The sight of Hana emerging from the cold water, her chest gleaming in the sun, came back to him. Miu's slim body beneath him in bed, the feeling as he ground his body into the warmth of her. His aunt bending over to check the bathtub, ass in the air, her panties showing through as her dress pulled tight.

His erection grew, pressing into the bottom of his desk. It throbbed, already spilling slick fluid out from the tip.

Takeru shook his head, driving the thoughts away.

The need was making him crazy. Everything was turning him on. Things that shouldn't. Things he didn't find erotic at all.

The memory of Hana peeling her shirt off by the pond came back to him. She had meant to tease him. And it had worked. His breath grew ragged as he played the scene back.

He had never gone this long without cumming. His parents were always working. A world of porn lay at his fingertips, an endless parade of horny MILFs and virgin teens. He had never had to study like this before. He had taken it all for granted without realizing it.

Takeru gripped his hair and groaned. The buzzing in his brain wouldn't stop.

He slid out his phone and checked it again. No signal. He opened up his photos and scrolled through the saved images, hoping to find a pretty-enough girl that wasn't related to him. It didn't take long at all.

But from the other side of the house, through the paper walls, he heard Miu tapping her pen, humming softly to herself.

There were still had no lock on the door.

Groaning, he threw the phone aside. Maybe he could sneak off into the woods at night? No, Miu would follow.

Maybe in the bath, under the water? No, Hana might pop in again. Or hear the splashing. Or see the evidence floating behind.

He forced his eyes onto his book, not really reading it, his brain searching for another scheme.

Could he... dig a hole? How old did Hana say Kiyo and Chiyo were again?

When he looked up, the afternoon was already gone.

This wasn't going to work. He couldn't spend the whole summer like this. He needed a plan. If he didn't find some relief, something was going to pop. He could picture laying in bed, all dignity abandoned, pumping his hard meat, cum pouring out of him as he bellowed like an animal, the whole family listening on in silent horror.

Surely, they'd heard worse, though. His aunt and uncle must have needs, too. Maybe it wasn't too unusual, out here in the country...

God, it was all so embarrassing. And he didn't have the guts to try it.

But, even as he thought it, his palm stroked down the length of his cock, moving on pure habit. It was swollen, fat and heavy, and still growing along his leg. One good stroke was all it would take. That was quick enough to not get caught.

Takeru's foot tapped excitedly. Did he have anything to catch the mess in? His eyes leapt around until he spotted a worn T-shirt from the day before.

He stretched out for it, his free hand slipping beneath the band of his shorts. The head of his cock trailed slick pre-cum across his palm as the door to his bedroom slid open.

"Yes?" he croaked, leaping to cover his lap, his hand snapping out of his pants in a flash. His voice was loud, and it cracked harshly.

Miu smiled from the doorway. "Mom wants to know if you want to help us with dinner!"

His mouth fell open. The idea of his aunt brushing her thick, pillowy ass against his lap sounded worse a death sentence. A warm slickness spilled down his thigh at the thought. He wanted to be sick.

Maybe it wouldn't last one stroke. The sight of her alone might be enough. He knew what her panties looked like. He could almost-

Takeru choked down a groan. He was still their guest.

"On my way," Takeru sighed.