Not Kiyotaka...

this is sorta incest and involves a big age gap between the two, so if you don't like that kinda thing...leave.
Madoka x Ayumu

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Madoka threw her handbag down in the corner and flopped face forward on her bed. Sighing deeply she flipped over on her back and stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"It's been almost 2 weeks and we still haven't gotten anywhere..."

Thoughts of her work were still swimming in her head: piled up paperwork, murders and disappearances, the case of the blade children, her stupid co-worker...

"Ugh!"

she brought her hands up and began to massage her temples and tried her best to forget about it. Flopping her hands at her sides, she sat up.

"This isn't working...I wonder if Ayumu has dinner ready..."

She stood up and peeked outward toward the kitchen. Ayumu had his back faced toward her and hovering over the stove. She smelled a very dull smell.

"of course..." she thought, "I forgot he had to stay late at school."

Lately his teacher's had really been getting at him for behaving 'unmotivated' and 'falling grades'. He hadn't taken action until recently when Madoka had received a call from the school about it. Now, she realized both of them would have to make sacrifices just for him to achieve at least a decent grade average...even if it meant Madoka doing her own laundry and possibly even...fending for herself as far as dinner goes. Ayumu spun around and caught her eye. She stepped out into the dinning room in response.

"You can eat now if you want." He said "Your dinner's on the counter and just needs to be heated up."

She recoiled. "Heated up?" What do you mean...?"

She bit back her tongue and swallowed hard as he stared at her, brow raised. She had almost just forgotten what she had been thinking about.

"Sorry..." She murmured. "You know what...I'm not really hungry...I'm gonna go lie down for a while."

His brow furrowed. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah...I guess goodnight."

He let out a small 'hmm' in response and retreated back in the kitchen. Madoka made her way back to her room, closing her door to where but a tiny crack was open. She flopped back on the bed and stared once more at the ceiling, her hands unconsciously making their way to her temples again.

"Since when have I been this stressed?" She murmured. "I even refused dinner. I haven't been this way ever since..."

EVER SINCE HE DISAPPEARED

She bit her bottom lip softly. "Kiyotaka..."

It was moments like this she missed him the most. He would always remedy the situation. Although he was very arrogant, there was a side to him that he rarely showed...a side that he would share with her...a side that only she was permitted to see...his romantic side. He would calm her down when she was angry, he would comfort her when she was depressed, and when she felt stressed out and needed to relax he would...

Her cheeks began to heat up as she began to recall their nights of passion. Maybe had she not been as stressed as she was; she would have been able to shake the image out of her head.

"It's been long...way too long..." Her left hand began to creep slowly down to her skirt. Lifting it up she pressed it softly against her panties. What could it hurt?

A lot if she had knew who was watching her.

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"What's with her?" Ayumu wondered. He wanted to shrug it off and keep eating but a part of him itched to know...especially due to the fact she was still on the case of the blade children...

He picked up his plate and decided on refrigerating it for later...as well as refrigerating Madoka's. After wrapping the plastic coverings upon both meals, he proceeded quietly toward Madoka's room...taking to notice that it was left open a crack for his convenience. Had he been almost anyone else besides himself; he would probably have considered how rude it was to spy on his brother's wife...Ayumu wasn't the type who considered manners. He grabbed a hold of the door handle and pulled it back a bit to get a good view.

"Hey, Madoka, what...?"

His words died right on his lips as he took in the sight in front of him. Words formed in his head...but nothing but words which made no sense due to they were all just nouns describing what he saw...lacking sentences. Breasts, Sweat, legs, Madoka...Madoka!

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Madoka flipped over when she heard her brother in law's voice trail off. Springing up, although pretty much naked she used her sheet in attempt to cover her lower half...her upper half she left exposed...which was exactly what his eyes were set on.

"Ayumu! Get out now!" She chucked a pillow at him, which missed and hit the wall next to him. His expression was unreadable, but if you knew him enough, you could tell his eyes were swimming with shock.

"OUT!" She attempted to throw another pillow when he practically choked out his next words all while shutting her door.

"Alright alright, I'm going."

After he left she flopped back on the bed, her face flushed and head swimming with thoughts.

"Why...why did he have to see?"

She felt awful...almost queasy. The worst part was, she hadn't had a chance to orgasm, no surprise due to her stress build up was making it take longer, but she still felt horny and her thoughts on Ayumu and his shocked expression made her feel even more horny.

"maybe I should have just let him watch...he could have learned something from it. He is Kiyotaka's little brother after all, they ARE a lot alike. He probably could have..."

She gasped at that thought. Had she just been thinking of actually screwing her younger brother-in-law? On the other hand, why hadn't the thought crossed her mind before?

'Because I'm heavily stressed now and heavily horny. That and he looked so much like Kiyotaka standing there...'

Again, she made the second illogical decision tonight due to her extreme horniness. She decided to start masturbating once more, only this time the face in her head she envisioned was Kiyotaka's baby brother. Figuring it was her own business and as long as it wasn't hurting anyone and was making her feel more relaxed; it was an okay decision.

"Oh Ayumu..." she whispered. Her hand began to speed up, as she envisioned the young boy sweating and touching her. She began to imagine the young boy's small tongue sweeping slightly over her delicate spot between her legs rather than her just using her fingers. She thrusted upward as the image became more and more clear in her mind.

"Oh Ayumu...oh...OH!"

It came as quick as it fell. She rode out what was there and let herself drop slowly back to earth. As she became more coherent, it began to shock her how horny she had just been...and over her younger brother no less! She grabbed at her forehead.

"It must have been too long...yeah, that must be it."

She figured it was because Kiyotaka had been gone so long; it was harder and harder to remember him. The way he felt, the way he looked at her. It didn't help he had left behind his attractive younger brother who shared almost exactly the same traits as he.

"Oh God, somebody help me...what have I done."

She rolled over to her side and curled up, letting sleep take over.

"what have I done?" She murmured once more before dozing off.

***
"Oh God...what the hell was that...?"

Ayumu closed the door after Madoka had tried to nearly kill him with pillow-chucking. However, even though he appeared to have his cool; he couldn't get over what he had just saw. He slumped back against the wall next to her door and stared up at the ceiling. Never in his life had he seen her naked...well okay there had been some accidentally walk-ins but it was nothing to look over...she had hid herself pretty well each time. Plus, there was a time where she had come back drunk, stripped, and roamed the house half-naked pretty much in just her underwear...however, he locked his door to his room and spent the rest of the evening there that night.

"Still...why the hell...?"

She knew very well they lived together...though he had to admit, it was strange to be living with his brother's wife but it's not like he had anywhere else to go...he felt himself go hard as he recalled the sight he had seen a few minutes ago. He quickly snapped his legs together and made a poor attempt to push himself down.

"You gotta be kidding me...not now..."

When he felt it had died down a little, he made an attempt to peer back in Madoka's room. Figuring this wasn't something that was just going to go away; he had to talk with her about this, even if she didn't like it. He didn't want the next morning there to be any tension, after all, he had to live with the her.

"I'll never understand women..."

His eyes widened once more at the second inappropriate sight he saw that evening. Only this time, Madoka was too lost in her sexual fantasy to notice Ayumu watching. He just watched as she roughly thrusted against her own hand, her pussy dripping wet...he wanted to look away but he was transfixed. He had never seen this side of Madoka...maybe it was the heavy atmosphere, perhaps the smell of sweat and something much more thick accompanying it, or maybe just because he was at that point in his life where his hormones where ablaze. In any case, his hand had made its way to his growing length and he began to pump. He had figured it was a fantasy about his brother, but when she erupted and his own name escaped from her lips, he felt himself fall back against the floor in shock. It didn't stop his hand from moving though, he was in too much pain to quit...figuring he could worry about it after he came. He released with a deep moan and flopped his back on the floor, exhausted.

"I can't believe I just did that..."

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to be continued (only if I get a lot of reviews, otherwise I won't continue it)