When she shifted slightly on the futon, the thin summer yukata clung to her like a second skin, the delicate fabric catching on the full curve of her hips.

It traced the soft dip of her waist before flaring out again, hinting at the warm, feminine shape beneath.

A faint sheen of sweat made the cloth slightly translucent in places, and my eyes lingered longer than they should have. The sight sent a slow, heavy pulse through me.

Tomiko, who had been quietly watching us from the side of the room, finally broke the silence. Her voice was gentle, but her eyes sparkled with knowing amusement as they darted between her sister and me.

"Kasumi-nee, you should rest a little longer before we head out for the picnic," she suggested softly, though the corner of her mouth curved in a mischievous smile.

Kasumi pouted, her full lower lip pushing out in a way that made her look sweetly vulnerable, almost years younger.

"But I really want to see the spot you all found for me..." Her voice dipped into a breathy, playful whine that wrapped around my chest like warm silk and sent heat rushing straight down my spine.

Haruna bounced on her knees with excitement, her grin bright and infectious. "It’s so perfect, Oka-san! Under the biggest, most beautiful cherry blossom tree you’ve ever seen. The petals fall like snow when the breeze blows — you’re going to love it, I promise!"

As the two younger sisters chattered excitedly about the hidden picnic spot, describing the flowers, the gentle slope, and the soft grass, Kasumi’s dark eyes found mine again.

The air between us thickened. Her fingers slowly, deliberately traced the silk tie of her yukata, toying with the loose knot that held everything together.

With each small tug, the collar parted just a little more, revealing the flushed, glistening skin of her collarbone and the soft swell of her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

"Jack..." she murmured, her voice low and velvet-soft, meant only for my ears. The way she said my name felt like a caress. "Will you help me up?"

My pulse hammered in my throat as I stepped closer. The room suddenly felt smaller, warmer. I offered my hand, and when her fingers slid into mine — warm, slightly damp, impossibly soft — a spark shot up my arm.

Her touch lingered, her thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles in a silent, intimate acknowledgment. I pulled her gently to her feet, but she rose slowly, deliberately, letting her body sway forward until she was pressed flush against me.

For one long, dizzying moment, her fever-warm body molded perfectly against mine.

The soft, yielding weight of her breasts pressed warmly into my chest, and I could clearly feel the quick, fluttering rhythm of her heart beating through the thin yukata. Her breath came in soft, warm puffs against my neck, each one sending little sparks racing down my spine.

A faint but intoxicating scent rose from her skin — delicate floral notes mixed with the natural, musky sweetness of her light sweat.

It was so genuinely her, so intimate and real, that it made my head spin and my pulse throb with sudden, sharp desire. I had to fight the urge to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her even closer.

Kasumi didn’t pull away. She stayed right there, leaning into me as if she needed the support — or simply wanted the closeness.

One of her hands rested on my chest, fingers lightly curling into my shirt, while the other still held my hand.

She tilted her face up slowly, her eyes half-lidded, lips softly parted. I caught a tiny glimpse of her tongue as she breathed, and the sight made my throat go dry.

"Mmm..." she murmured, wrinkling her nose in the most adorable, embarrassed way. "I’m so sweaty right now... I feel sticky all over." Her voice had dropped to a husky whisper, full of both shyness and something much more inviting. "Let’s take a bath before we go out... I don’t want to be like this around you."

The way she said it — soft, breathy, almost like a secret promise — made heat pool low in my stomach.

Tomiko stood up with a gentle, knowing smile playing on her lips. "Of course, Nee-san. I’ll ask the maids to prepare hot water right away. Cold water wouldn’t be good for you while you still have that fever."

She paused at the door, giving us one last lingering glance. Her eyes danced with quiet understanding and a hint of amusement, as if she could read exactly what was passing between us. Then she slipped out, leaving the room noticeably quieter.

The moment the door slid shut, Haruna and Yuko, who had been practically vibrating with excitement in the corner, couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Mom!" Haruna burst out with a bright grin, "We all bought kimonos for ourselves so we can wear matching ones and look like a real family! And guess what — I got one for Jack too!"

Haruna quickly opened the large bag she had brought and carefully pulled out a stunning black kimono with elegant golden patterns woven through it.

The fabric looked luxurious, the golden lines catching the light and giving it a regal, sophisticated feel. She laid it gently beside Kasumi, then showed the matching sets she had picked for herself, Yuko, and Tomiko — all in the same beautiful design.

She turned to me, eyes sparkling, and held out the men’s version. "Here, Jack. This one’s for you! Same pattern, so we all match perfectly. We’ll look like a proper family when we go to the picnic."

The idea of all of us dressed in matching kimonos — walking together under the cherry blossoms — felt surprisingly warm and touching. It made something soft and deep settle in my chest.

Kasumi, still standing so close that her body brushed mine with every small movement, glanced at the black-and-gold kimono, then looked up at me.

"You’ll look really good in it, Jack..." she whispered, her voice still husky. Then she turned to Haruna. "Haruna, show Jack how to wear a kimono properly."

Haruna’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Of course!" She took my hand, her fingers warm and confident, and led me to the next room. The door slid shut behind us with a quiet click, sealing us inside.

The moment we were alone, Haruna turned to me, cheeks flushed. She began undressing me slowly — unbuttoning my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders, then tugging down my pants.

Soon, I stood there in only my underwear, breathing heavier. Haruna stepped back, biting her lip as she looked me up and down with that sly, fox-like smile.

"You have to take your underwear off too," she said softly, her voice sweet but mischievous. "Nothing underneath a kimono... it has to sit right."

I hesitated, face burning. "Haruna... I don’t think that’s a good idea. I might... get hard during the picnic."