"It is not comfortable here, Liora," Zenjiro said.
He shifted his weight slightly on the brown sofa. He moved his left palm to touch Liora's back.
The fabric of Liora's casual shirt felt warm under his skin. Zenjiro's hand slowly glided downward along the curve of Liora's spine.
"My head aches so much, Onii-chan," Liora complained loudly. Her voice carried a heavy, whining tone. "I can't wait any longer."
Zenjiro felt the hot warmth of her breath fanning against his neck as she spoke.
The exact moment Liora's voice stopped, Zenjiro's left palm halted its descent. His hand stopped directly on Liora's right butt.
He felt the thick, slightly rough fabric of the short skirt Liora wore yesterday during the idol concert. He kept his fingers perfectly still and waited in the quiet bathroom for her reaction. He fully expected her to push his arm away or ask why his hand rested on her rear but she did not react negatively at all.
Instead, she shifted her weight impatiently. "Hurry up, Onii-chan. Massage my head already."
His left palm moving to her right butt was absolutely not planned. His hand just moved completely on dark instinct. His palm stayed resting there for a few seconds.
Liora did not remove it so it seemed she did not care about the highly inappropriate contact.
"Alright," Zenjiro agreed quietly. "But at least close the door."
Liora turned her head slightly to look at him. "Do we have to?"
"If not, then let's do it in the bedroom," he reasoned.
With a heavy exhale, she gave up the argument. "Fine."
Liora lazily walked toward the bathroom door. Her bare feet slapped softly against the floor. She stepped the tiled space and pulled the heavy door shut.
Click-clack.
The metal latch locked securely into place.
When Liora turned around to face him, Zenjiro was already sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. He looked up at her tired face.
"Sit here," he instructed quietly.
Liora walked forward and she sat down heavily onto Zenjiro's lap. She faced entirely away from him.
Zenjiro stared at Liora's back. He could feel the sudden, concentrated weight of her body pressing deeply against his thighs. A fierce heat transferred instantly through the layers of their clothing.
Then, he felt something incredibly good. The physical response triggered fast. Something in his middle grew completely hard against the thick fabric of his shorts. Liora's soft butt rested exactly above it.
The biology of the intense sensation was overwhelming but simple. A heavy, localized weight pressed directly down on a highly sensitive, blood-engorged area.
The soft, yielding curves of Liora's flesh created a tight, heated friction against Zenjiro's stiffened nerves right through the cotton barrier.
Every single tiny shift in Liora's posture sent a violent spark of raw pleasure straight up his spine.
Zenjiro inhaled a deep breath of the damp bathroom air. He exhaled slowly, trying desperately to calm his racing thoughts.
He remembered the dark, silent bedroom from last night. He looked down at the pleats of Liora's short skirt spread across his lap. He imagined exactly what hid beneath the thick fabric.
I touched it yesterday, he thought wildly.
He recalled the intense, burning heat from the midnight hours. He remembered the specific, coarse texture of the hair hidden deep beneath Liora's underwear. The vivid mental image fueled the tight ache in his lower stomach.
"Onii-chan, what are you doing?" Liora asked suddenly.
The sharp question broke the quiet air. Zenjiro panicked and his heart beat fast in his chest. He was currently lost in a very dark, dirty thought about Liora's body. When she spoke, he became incredibly nervous even though she could not read his mind. There was absolutely no logical reason to be terrified.
"Nothing," he stammered slightly.
Liora let out a frustrated groan. She shook her entire body violently up and down in a sudden tantrum.
The sharp movement forced Zenjiro's body to react. The heavy shaking made him feel insanely good. The soft flesh of Liora's butt rubbed aggressively against his hard body part below. It was a brutal, agonizing tease.
"Onii-chan," she whined while shaking against him. "I said my head hurts. What taking you so long?"
"Yes, of course," Zenjiro replied quickly.
Zenjiro moved his two hands upward and placed them firmly onto the top of her messy blonde head.
He pushed his thumbs deep into the thick roots of Liora's blonde hair. The strands felt incredibly smooth against Zenjiro's skin. The tiny scent of Liora's floral shampoo filled Zenjiro's nose. It mixed with the sharp smell of cold ceramic tiles.
Upon feeling the contact, Liora's tense shoulders dropped. The simple, steady pressure of a warm hand touching an aching skull brought immediate relief. She let out a long, quiet sigh.
Zenjiro started massaging her scalp. He moved his fingertips in slow, tight circles.
Liora felt very good under the deep pressure. After a short moment, she closed her eyes and relaxed her back against his chest.
His arms soon felt incredibly uncomfortable because he had to raise them awkwardly high in the cramped space to reach the top of her head. But he completely ignored the dull pain in his shoulders because his entire focus remained anchored on something else.
He focused strictly on the heavy weight of Liora's bottom pressing flush against the body part that was completely hard right now.
He continued the head massage for five full minutes. Eventually, his tired arms simply gave out. He dropped his hands suddenly.
"Why you stopped?" Liora complained immediately.
"My hand is getting tired too fast because I need to raise it," Zenjiro explained. "We better go to the bedroom. That way, my arms will be relaxed while massaging your head."
Liora let out a childish groan.
Ugh.
It was a loud, bratty sound bouncing off the tiled walls.
"The bedroom is too far," she whined.
She stayed quiet for two seconds. Then, she perked up. "I know, I have an idea."
She stood up from his lap. The sudden loss of heat left his skin feeling uncomfortably cold.
Liora turned around to face him. She lowered her body and sat entirely on the cold floor tiles. She leaned forward and buried her face directly against Zenjiro's lap.
"Massage me now, Onii-chan," she demanded. Her voice was muffled against his shorts. "Hurry."
"Liora, the bedroom is better," he reasoned calmly.
She completely ignored his logic. "Hurry!"
With a heavy sigh, Zenjiro gave in. He reached down and touched her warm scalp with his left hand. His right hand cupped her soft left cheek. He resumed the slow, circular massage.
Down below the edge of his shirt, his erection remained completely hard. Liora's face rested dangerously close to the tight pressure in his shorts. He massaged her head for about twenty minutes in the quiet bathroom.
"Liora, it's done," Zenjiro announced quietly.
She did not answer him. He called her name a second time. The bathroom remained perfectly silent.
She probably fell asleep, he deduced silently.
He looked around the cramped space. This position felt fine for him, but staying in the bathroom for hours was a terrible idea. The white floor tiles were freezing cold. She might catch a bad fever if she stayed on the hard ceramic.
He moved carefully. He lifted Liora's heavy head up just an inch.
He took Liora's left arm and folded it under her face to create a temporary, soft pillow as he stood up slowly from the toilet. He lifted her left arm and her head together, then placed her arm back down and let her forehead rest comfortably against her own skin.
Zenjiro walked around to Liora's left side and reached down, pulling her right shoulder backward. He let her limp back rest firmly against his right arm while he slid his left arm deep under the bend of her knees.
He braced his legs and exerted a massive amount of force, lifting Liora's entire body straight up into the air and standing tall.
His right arm supported Liora's upper half. He could feel the intense warmth of her body soaking right through her shirt.
His left arm carried her legs. The skin on the back of Liora's knees was completely bare and incredibly hot against his skin.
Because he lifted her into the air, gravity grabbed the heavy fabric of her skirt. The thick pleats pulled straight down. Due to the bent angle of her dangling legs, the front part of the short skirt slid all the way down to her lower stomach. The barrier vanished entirely.
Zenjiro looked down.
He saw Liora's panty clearly.
During the chaotic events of last night, the room was mostly dim. He had only felt the fabric in the dark. But right now, the bright morning sun filtered strongly through the frosted bathroom window. The bright light illuminated the cotton undergarment with absolute clarity.
He froze in place. He maintained the standing position while carrying Liora's dead weight like a sleeping princess.
He stared directly at the exposed underwear for a full minute. The pale skin of Liora's upper thighs framed the cotton perfectly.
After sixty seconds, he finally swallowed the dry saliva pooling in his mouth. He walked slowly toward the bathroom door and kept his left arm securely hooked under Liora's knees. He reached out with his right hand to turn the metal handle.
Click-clack.
The latch popped open.
He carried Liora out into the hallway and walked straight toward their shared bedroom.
Zenjiro never took his eyes off the exposed panty. He stared relentlessly at the cotton fabric the entire time he walked.