Saki entered the living room and sat down on the sofa opposite us, her expression carefully neutral. The moment she took her seat, Fumi made no move to create distance.
Instead, she shifted closer, deliberately pressing the soft, heavy curve of one full tit against my upper arm.
The warm flesh molded against me through the open blouse and black lace; she held the contact firmly, making sure Saki had a clear view of the intimate proximity.
Fumi's voice stayed smooth and composed as she addressed her sister-in-law.
"Saki… how is brother?"
Saki's eyes flicked briefly to the way Fumi's breast was pressed against my arm, a faint, cold glint of amusement hidden behind her polite mask.
"He is asleep… after drinking the tea."
Fumi nodded, still keeping her soft tit firmly against me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Through telepathy, her thoughts were openly possessive and pointed.
