White Peach Summer - Chapter 5

Takeru lay on top of his covers, his body beaded with sweat, the sheets dampening around him. Damp heat pressed down around him. It wasn't the weather outside. It was the constant, clawing buzz in his brain.

His cock refused to die down. He couldn't keep making excuses to the others why he needed to sit still and hold something in his lap. It seemed safer to go to bed early. Now he was trapped here with nothing to focus on except the endless, pounding ache in his balls.

Takeru writhed on the wet sheets, twisting them loose from the mattress. He held his pillow with both hands, squeezing it in a death grip. If he touched anything below his chest, he might just cum then and there.

The idea of a bath was a joke. His family was all much too eager to throw open the bathroom door and peek inside. And if he spent a half hour floating there with nothing to do, just watching his cock bobbing in the water in front of him, there was only one way it was going to end.

"You'll make the sheets dirty!" his aunt had cried out, when he had refused a bath.

"Tomorrow," he had croaked back.

He need to jerk off. Maybe they would all politely pretend to go deaf. They lived in a paper house. Surely, some kind of feigned ignorance was the polite thing to do.

"I'm going crazy", he whispered into the room, dragging his nails across his scalp.

He wasn't going to sleep. It couldn't go on. He was going crazy. His brain cycled through the words endlessly until he was sure of it.

Takeru kicked at the sheets. Air wasn't getting to his lungs. It was too hot in the room.

His cock pressed into his underwear, stroking itself on the tight fabric, pre-cum beading out through the gaps. He couldn't focus with them clinging so tightly to him. He stripped off the briefs and tossed them aside, where they plopped wetly on the ground.

Takeru's bare cock bobbed free, the fat, purple head glistening as it brushed through the cooler air. It looked so massive, so powerful. If one of the girls walked in and saw it... He whimpered as a stream of pre-cum spilled down the shaft.

The thought of a tongue licking it up shot through him. He got out of bed and slipped his underwear back on.

If he came, the whole house would know what he'd done. His parents would hear about it. Everyone would hear about it. Life would be over.

But he would sleep. He would breathe again. Wasn't that enough?

The mantra ran through his head again. He wasn't going to sleep. It couldn't go on...

But little by little, despite all his certainty, the words lulled him to sleep.

Hair fell across his face, stroking his chin, and Takeru blinked back awake. It was late. It was dark outside the window, and the house was entirely silent. He heard Hana breathing softly in the other room. There was a new set of snores that must belong to his uncle. Miu was cuddled beneath him, wrapped inside his arms.

She was deeply asleep, just like the others in the house. Her body gently rose and fell with each steady breath. She was so small. She fit so perfectly against his chest. Takeru's mouth was pressed to her neck, his hand wrapped across her chest. The small buds of her breasts rested against his arm. If he lowered his arm an inch, he would feel the soft nubs of her nipples peeking out through her shirt.

He clenched every muscle in his body, keeping his cock still. The way it was buried in the cheeks of her ass, there was no way she would sleep through it if it moved.

Miu was wearing only thin, cotton panties tonight. He could feel the seams where they ended, and the smooth skin beyond that. Her body was warm as a furnace. Each rise and fall of her small body stroked at his brain. She was so soft, so vulnerable, so weak and oblivious.

Takeru watched her, his muscles bulging, his breath coming in ragged pants. No one in the world knew she was there, cradled between his arms. His cock burrowed in her tight, round ass. No one could see the thoughts he allowed to flow through his mind. He could feign sleep and hold her like this all night long. No one could blame him for it.

Miu inhaled softly in her sleep, dragging the cheeks of her butt up the length of him, stroking his cock as she moved. She sank into the bed as she breathed out, dragging back down him again..

Takeru bit on his tongue until tears welled in his eyes. His jaw clenched until the teeth creaked. He could almost smell her musky little cunt. Asleep or not, her body knew what it needed. It could feel him there. And he could feel it purring like an engine right back.

He pictured it perfectly: her little white panties gripped in the fat lips of pussy, her little mound seeping out wet need as she ground into him. Her unconscious body was begging for it.

A trickle of pre-cum spilled from him. The dampness spread through his underwear, bleeding into hers, their juices already slopping together. The thought was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He put a hand between his teeth and bit into it. It was all he could do to keep from blowing his load all over the back of the girl's panties.

He could picture it: the thick, white mess soaking down her back. Cleaning her up in a panic with the sheets while she sleepily roused.

"Takeru? What's happened?" she would ask, her voice trembling, all innocence and fear.

He would search for an explanation, some little white lie he could tell her. But there would be nothing to say. He could never look into her sweet little face again.

In his mind, the door slid open and his aunt was there now, too. "Takeru? What are you doing?" she gasped.

He shook the thought away.

And another one replaced it. One of him rolling her onto her belly. He climbed on top of her thighs, straddling her. Her body was a limp little rag doll beneath him. He kicked her legs open, ripped her panties aside, and guided his cock into her. He fucked her hard, using her like a fleshlight as she bucked beneath him. When he came, he filled her so full of cum that it sprayed back out of her. Hot, sloppy seed pooled out between them while she cried out for him to stop.

Maybe he'd just rip those little panties all the way off and ram them into her mouth, holding them there with one hand, keeping her quiet. Then he could go slow. Take his time with her. Paw her tits like an animal as she squirmed and took it. He'd dig into that tight little cunt of hers as she moaned in pleasure against his palm. He'd break her. He'd split that little fucking body of hers in two-

Takeru rose up and dove to the other side of the bed, gasping like a dying man.

He gathered the blankets together with trembling hands and built a wall down the middle of the bed. He turned away, ready to be sick onto the floor.

Takeru glared at the wall, chewing his thumb, trying to think, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. The intrusive thoughts were eating into his brain. They crept back in every time he drove them away. The only way to stop them was to keep rambling on in his mind.

And she was still there. He could feel her steady breaths through the mattress. And the memory was still there, clips of it shooting through his brain. And, worst of all, for the briefest moment, for the smallest little instant, he knew there was some part of him that had decided to do it.

Takeru swallowed. No one would know that. And he would never tell anyone about it. They could never see what he was thinking. But, God help him, for a moment he was going to do it.

And the night still wasn't over.

Groaning, he buried his face into the sheets, mopping the sweat from his head. The idea was revolting again. Some kind of madness was chewing its way through his brain. He dragged his fingernails down his neck, trying to break out of it, too far gone to register the pain.

A new thought took hold of him. More dangerous than the others.

He could brush his hand over her chest, just lightly enough not to wake her up. He had never felt a breast before, but he could picture it clearly: The small pink nipples stroked beneath his palm, growing tighter with every little brush. She would sigh in her sleep as his hands touched her. His mouth would sink into the small of her neck. She would press back into him, some unconscious need for more. He could drift his hand lower...

Takeru shook his head violently, careful not to rock the bed. He bit down hard into his fingernail and counted out the seconds in his head, his eyes unblinking as he went. One, two, three...

An eternity passed. Sleep didn't find him this time. But, little by little, sunlight grew from behind the blinds.

Takeru slipped out of bed, red-eyed and shaking. He needed to jog. He needed to run until his legs collapsed. That or a lobotomy.

Miu didn't budge as he changed into his shorts from the day before. No one else was awake as he slipped out the front door. He stepped outside and hit the ground at a full sprint. Then he was off, tearing down the hills with reckless speed.

There was only one real route through the town below. Two hills down, he crossed a stone bridge and a strip of smaller homes. A few old faces peeped up at him as he flashed by, but he passed them by with only a wave. He tore past the fields of rice, and found more curious faces looking back. He did his best to smile. It was a small town, after all.

The further he pushed on, the more wear the homes showed, and the more lingering damage he spotted from the big storm. Many of the places looked empty. Empty homes gradually gave way to abandoned workshops and the shuttered shops of the main street.

Takeru reached the beach road and jogged down a street half-covered in sand. The sun was rising ahead of him, and warm light fell across his face. He charged on, sprinting across the small bridges that crisscrossed the lower part of town.

It was a small town, though. After ten minutes of running, and he was back on to the road leading home. He wasn't ready to face them, though, not yet. He veered off toward the woods in the east, where the dirt road left a gap in the tree line. It was the same road he had taken coming into town. The same one that would lead him back to civilization someday.

Takeru sprinted faster. His feet pumped like pistons out of control. His shoes slapped a little more unevenly against the asphalt with every mile.

The road sloped sharply upward, and his calves trembled from it. His hamstrings felt stretched to breaking. He hunched, hissing out breaths, and his legs could no longer keep pace. Muscles screamed in protest all across his body, falling out of sync.

Despite everything, his cock was swollen tight. It pulsated down his pant leg. Even the pull of gravity seemed to stroke it as he ran.

His foot caught a loose pebble, and he finally lost control. He skidded off the road, crashing into the grass, and slammed into the rough bark of a tree. He fell to the ground, gasping and dizzy, and laid there for a long while.

When he stepped onto the road again, he was sticky, scratched, and utterly exhausted. But he was flaccid.

Takeru headed home, his bruised leg dragging against the grown as he walked. It was an hour before he reached the front door. Inside, an older couple was sitting beside his aunt in the living room.

"Ah, there you are! Don't scare us like that!" Yumiko gasped. "What happened to you?"

The old man waved his hand dismissively. "We told her we saw you out jogging. He's fine-" The man paused as he noticed the scratches on Takeru's face.

"I'm fine," Takeru assured them, offering a small bow to everyone. "I'm sorry, Aunt Yumiko." He turned to the older couple. "And it's very nice to meet you both."

As he looked at them, something clicked in his memory. "Wait, I know you. Didn't you used to have that stall with the grilled squid?"

The couple nodded their heads.

"This is Mr. Suzuki and his wife," Yumiko said, gesturing to the couple. "They wanted to welcome you to town."

Takeru bowed low to each of them. "I looked for your stall when we went to town yesterday. It was always my mother's favorite. I was very sorry to see it was closed."

Mr. Suzuki sighed and his wife patted his shoulder.

"Well," Takeru went on, "if you ever want to come with me back to Tokyo, I know that we've got no one who can cook like you do. I think you'd do very well up there."

The old man shook his head firmly. "Too loud. I'll die here."

Miu and Hana burst into the living room, saving him from having to respond to that.

"Big brother!" Miu called across the room. "Are you going to walk me to school,?"

His eyes tracked her body as she skipped closer. He pulled his gaze away and shrugged. "I can."

Too late, Takeru noticed he was still filthy from his jog. "Think I have time to change?"

They nodded and Takeru dashed off to his room, kicking his dirty clothes into a corner and hurrying to dress again. A few seconds later, he was in the living room, feeling more presentable.

"I'll be with the other ladies in town today if you need anything," Yumiko told him.

He said the proper goodbyes to the Suzuki's and headed towards town, limping worse than ever. Miu kept them from needing to make small talk, chattering on endlessly and zooming off and on the road as they walked. If she sensed anything off about their nighttime cuddling, she at least didn't show it.

They reached the small strip of homes where Miu's teacher, Mrs. Gima, lived with her husband. The house sat beside a small pond, and seemed quite peaceful. Mrs. Gima was on her porch, sipping tea with a book on her lap. Despite her ninety-two years, she had a piercing sort of a gaze as she looked over him.

"You're the boy from the city?" she called over, her voice clear and firm.

Takeru nodded and bowed as he got close enough. "Yes, ma'am."

"You're attending college next year?"

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded again. "Meiji Gakuin University or Kansai, if I can."

She chewed her lips. "Hm. Perhaps you could rub off on this one," she said, jerking her head in Hana's direction. "Such a waste!"

"Let's leave them to it," Hana said. She tugged his sleeve, pulling him away before he could respond.

"Pick me up tonight!" Miu screeched behind them.

"Come on," Hana whispered, stepping quicker along the path. When they got to the end of the road, she cast a glance around them and sighed. "What now? Do you wanna try the beach again?"

Takeru looked past her, though, toward something higher up. At the top of the hill, overlooking the whole town, he spotted the lighter-colored trees of his grandfather's orchard.

"I know exactly where we should go," Takeru told her, a smile forming on his lips.