Sunyi won't permit any.

Heading into your room, you see that while Lili was draining your balls, her mother had been laying out what you're to wear.

Neatly folded on the bed was everything you needed. Button-down shirt, slacks, underwear, even a tie. Grabbing the boxers, you walk into the bathroom and see 5 towels neatly folded and stacked sitting on the toilet tank.

A wry smile spreads across your face. Sunyi is breaking out of her shell. You spend the next few minutes by the buzzing of your razor as you deal with stubble on your chin. That delt with you opened the shower door and turned on the water.

It quickly heats up, and you thoroughly wet yourself down and start to lather yourself up. Instantly you were missing Lili, who had started showering you. You perk up as the shower door behind you opens.

Not turning around, you say, "Now Lili, we'll..."

Only for a pair of older but still gorgeous arms to wrap around you from behind.

"Not Lili," Sunyi chirps as one hand plucks the lufa from your hand. The other hand causes you to groan as it wraps around your shaft.

Bracing yourself, you lean forward as Lilies Mother starts jacking your morning sausage.

"I thought..." you pant. Only for Sunyi to squeeze. Not hard, but enough to quiet you.

"After you deal with the thing that calls itself my husband, you'll fill me with this?" She questions in a low tone.

"I'll do more than that. I'll collar you. I'll breed you. I'll own you in every way," you growl.

In reply you feel her kiss your spine before whispering. "Good."

With that she released your manhood and finished lathering you up. Neither of you said anything else as you and Sunyi showered. After rinsing off, Sunyi, who'd carefully worked not to meet your gaze, finally looked you in the eyes.

You saw fire, a heat that once unleashed would burn you to ash with pleasure. Exiting the stall, she grabbed a towel. Flashed you one last heat-filled glance and disappeared into your room.

Drying off, you enter the bedroom and get dressed. Then after putting on your shoes. You walked into the kitchen to find that a portion of frittata and a cup of hot coffee were waiting for you.

Sitting down next to the girls, you looked around. Sunyi was nowhere to be seen. The two teens shared a sly smile, and Krystal mimicked doing a blow job.

You said nothing. If for no other reason, the girls wouldn't believe you if you said nothing happened in the shower. Finishing up, you looked at your phone; it was time to go.

Getting up, you say, "Grab your stuff, girls; we need to beat feet."

You were at the door when Sunyi reappeared. She was demurely dressed. Nothing in how she looked or acted betrayed the fire you knew laid just under the surface.

"Have a good day," was all she said as you rolled out into the front yard. Hopping into the car, you turned it over as the radio blared to life.

"In other news the Israeli government announced that large numbers of Hezbollah fighters, including their senior leadership, were taken out by exploding pagers. " Droned the news.

Hearing that Krystal looked confused and asked. "What's a pager, Uncle?"

You opened your mouth, and then it hit you. Shit pagers fell out of general use before Krystal was born. Hell, you'd ditched yours the night your aunt had paged you 27 times while on a date. The emergency turned out to be an upcoming doctor appointment of hers. That was about a month out.

Pulling out, you spent the commute telling your niece about pagers. That then segued into the pager culture of the 90s.

It was a sunny morning, and today you were a bit of a lead foot. Thankfully you didn't see any police as your normally 15 minute commute took just 10.

Pulling into your parking spot. You cut the engine, and Krystal leaned over kissing your cheek. "See you in fourth hour." She says to you, and the two teens burst from the car with frenetic energy.

Shaking your head you get out of your car and lock it. Looking toward the entrance, you let out a heavy sigh.

"I really hope this isn't an absolute shit show," you think outloud.