A Week Later...

Katase's alarm clock woke her up and she quickly hopped out of bed. She headed to her brother's room, padding through the silent house in only an overnight thong and her button-down nightie. Entering Hachiro's messy room, she had to be careful not to trip over anything on the floor. Her older brother was kind of a slob. She took a moment at the foot of his bed, taking in his still slumbering form under the sheets. He was kind of overweight and not too attractive and he could be more than a little annoying at times but that didn't put her off. She still loved him and besides it was a little sister's duty to take care of her big brother's lust first thing in the morning!

She nodded firmly and slowly joined him on the bed, crawling on all fours and pulling the sheets back. That he was on his side made things a bit difficult but she grinned to see his morning wood sticking out of his Sailor Moon patterned boxers. She bent down towards his crotch and pushed at his hip gently, angling his penis upward a bit and she sucked him into her mouth. He made a mumbling sound of appreciation and she got to work, trying to use all of the experience she'd gained over the last week of sucking quite a lot of cock actually to get him off quick. Given that her boyfriend's giant cock was easily twice as long and real thick, Hachiro's was a cinch.

"Oooooh! Katase! Nhaaa!" He groaned his way to full wakefulness and she felt his hand land on her head which she quickly tapped away.

"Hey- no hands, remember?" she admonished him before going back to bobbing her head on his crotch as he turned fully on to his back and she rested a hand on the soft bulk of his stomach.

She had him cumming about two minutes later and he was still lying there with a stupid smile on his face as she padded out of the room, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She headed to the bathroom in the hall, wincing at bit as a particular step set off the ache in her loins. Ouch! You know, everyone always talked about how great sex was with a big one (and it was!) but they never talked about the bruising! Matsuda loved to babble on about making her pussy take his dick's shape but she really just wished it would go on and do it already.

She brushed the taste of jizz out of her mouth and went back to her room to get dressed. She picked out her vibrant blue thong and slid it on, pulling it so the sides rode fashionably high upon her hips if not exactly comfortably. Then she picked out a nice two inch skirt because she knew Matsuda would spank the hell out of her ass in front of everyone if she went with the four inch like she would have preferred. She craned her neck to check herself out in her mirror, making sure that the minuscule material of her electric blue thong was positioned correctly like floss between her nicely rounded butt cheeks.

Seeing that her butt was properly displayed and framed by her skirt, Katase found herself wondering again at the strange phenomenon that had hit last week when everyone's clothing in all of Japan had somehow been switched out with the drab, too concealing stuff that foreigners wore. People were still talking about it. It was on the news still and there were quite a lot of conspiracy theories. It was just so crazy. How was it even possible for everyone's closets to be invaded overnight without anyone noticing anything?!

Katase was just lucky her mom was a good seamstress or she'd probably be stuck wearing that awful stuff or having to spend way too much money to special order the right stuff! She put on a blue bra and then found her school blouse and put it on, tying it properly so that her midriff was exposed.

Grabbing her school bag, she headed downstairs and made her way to the kitchen where mom was finishing up breakfast. Since dad wasn't an overly controlling bastard like Matsuda, her mom was wearing a four inch skirt of a light and airy material with blue and red flowers on it above her bright red thong. After greeting everyone with a cheery good morning and delivering a respectful kiss to her dad's cheek, she took her place with Hachiro, sitting her pretty little ass down on his lap. As she ate from her bowl, she was very gratified to feel the absence of a hard-on, telling her she'd done a good job satisfying his lust first thing in the morning.

She was such a good little sister!

There were a great many pluses to being in a harem.

Not the least of them was the fact that her sister-slut owned a car and could drive!

As soon as she was inside Miss Iwara's car and the door was shut, she was making out with the older woman. They kissed for a solid minute before they broke apart and looked intently into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Katase-chan."

"I love you, Aimi-sama."

That little ritual was required by Matsuda Katase didn't actually have to do it but Miss Iwara always obeyed Matsuda and she'd tattle on her if she refused. Besides it wasn't that bad and given that harem girls were expected to have sex with each other, there wasn't much point in being squeamish.

Katase and Miss Iwara chatted amiably on the way to school. She asked about Miss Iwara's husband who she'd met on Friday night and was told, "Oh he's fine!" She giggled a bit, "He's actually quite happy lately. His favorite anime came out on DVD and he enjoyed himself immensely."

Katase didn't miss the emphasis and her cheeks reddened. Even though it was a fairly normal condition for a lot of men, it still surprised her that he preferred pleasuring himself to the brief bits of fan-service his anime girls provided than to his own wife. But it partially explained why Miss Iwara was in Matsuda's harem.

Later in class, Katase didn't bother to look for an okay boy to sit with because the first thing on Miss Iwara's agenda was to have all the male students stand up and masturbate so that they could focus on the material and not get distracted by the sex stuff that tended to happen with Matsuda and Motohama around. As the boys put on their condoms and Miss Iwara started up one of Matsuda's hentai animes on the projector, Katase looked around for her best friend. Murayama wasn't here which shouldn't be a surprise because neither was Motohama. She noted that by now all of the girls had managed to find appropriate clothing and she was honestly glad as the old super long skirts had been eye-sores. It had been genuinely weird not to be able to see all of a girl's butt, just the shape under the cloth.

When the ten minutes were up and the majority of the boys had climaxed into their condoms, Katase helped her sister-slut out by volunteering to bring the waste basket around for them to throw their smelly semen filled packages away. As the boys sat down, the girls sat down on their laps with relief. The female bottom wasn't made for the hard cold plastic of the chairs or any other such surface, just the warm comfortable lap of a boy. Katase sat with Takeshi though she would have preferred Motohama or her boyfriend. Takeshi smelled nice and she knew he had a younger sister so he'd cum at least twice today and his penis should stay nice and flaccid under her.

Next Miss Iwara questioned them on yesterday's material and everyone was very motivated to try their best as Miss Iwara had instituted an extraordinary reward system for the classroom. Exceptional performing boys would earn a naked lap dance from the teacher and they would only be wearing a condom. Exceptional girls received a mind-blowing fuck from Matsuda's well-hung penis. And after last Thursday when he and Motohama had declared a "Pussy Buffet", there were more than a few girls pining for another go with her boyfriend.

Now the real question was...where the hell was her boyfriend at anyway?