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For many attending Tracen Academy, summer was one of the few times where they could truly relax and unwind. A time for beach trips, holidays abroad or even just spending time with family after being apart for so many months.
Others though used it as an opportunity for more, often fun training – usually at the beach or at specialised resorts, allowing Umamusume to both play at the beach and get in some cardio on the same day. They even sold entire package holiday-come-training deals for those that were so determined they'd rather train for their next race rather than relax.
Manhattan Café could be counted among neither group. Namely because, due to some sponsors pulling out for internal financial reasons, she was short on cash – cash that was vital in order to continue attending the academy and thus improve enough to compete against her peers. Leaning on her family was an option, she didn't doubt they'd find the cash if she came begging, but she didn't want to be a burden especially since her parents had already coughed up a fair amount just to get her enrolled.
As such, Café did the only thing she could; get a summer job. Thankfully she was able to find one relatively quickly due to being so early in the season, and even better the place she got hired at was a café, giving her not only a paycheck but also a discount on all their delicious drinks; something she gladly took advantage of during her breaks or after work. There was, however, one teeny tiny problem with working at a café.
Namely, that it was a maid café.
Meaning she was required to wear a maid dress.
The embarrassment of doing just that still hadn't waned, in truth.
''Hah...'' Quietly Manhattan Café sighed; fanning her cheeks with a menu to cool her burning cheeks.
None were around to see her thankfully. The café had closed just over a half-hour ago and she was left with closing up shop – a fairly easy task, as all the machines had been cleaned by the other maids. All she had to do was wipe the tables down, sweep the floors, refill some of the flavour sachets from the back; fairly banal stuff but nothing too serious. She had already taken care of sweeping the floors and she just needed to grab a few sachets to fill everything back up; all that really needed doing was cleaning the tables.
Easy work, but repetitive. Squirt with antibacterial, wipe it down, give it a polish if need be and occasionally scrub to get rid of any dried stains, then dry it all off and repeat with the next table. However, she had no complaints. The pay was good, the drinks were nice, and right now the radio was on playing slow jazz music that filtered through the quaint café – a soft serenade that soothed her soul without distracting her too much from her duties.
Duties that shouldn't take too much longer. The café itself wasn't overly large, with a central service counter that faced the L-shaped doorway; leaving only a narrow walkway for people to go left or right towards the eight or so booths in each direction. Windows lined the walls, printed with the café's logo and partially frosted but still allowing ample light inside – light that was presently tinted amber as the sun fell beyond the horizon, the warm sunlight spilling in across the tables and reflecting off of the shiny service counter, warming the air with the sun's settling rays.
Between the warm air and the jazz music, and she could fall asleep in this kind of weather.
Or she could've, had the doorbell not just dinged.
Café jolted; startled out of her pleasant daze by the sharp sound – her gold eyes flitting straight to the source. ''Sorry, but we're clos-''
The words died on her tongue, however, as surprise took the place of startlement as an oh-so-familiar figure strolled into the café like he owned the place. His grin was light and a touch cheeky with tousled black hair that didn't obscure his piercing gold eyes. Dressed nicely as always, with a black jacket topping a yellow-black top and tight-fitting onyx jeans, there was only one person whose name came to her mind.
''O-Onii-sama?'' Café blurted out.
Manhattan Itto, her older brother. Being a man he wasn't an Umamusume like her but that had never stopped him during their youth from challenging her to races – in fact he was a core reason why she got into the sport for keeps. Even though she was naturally more athletic than he was, he trained with her and kept pace for much of her youth; losing out only in the year before she joined Tracen. Even then, he was probably fast enough to keep up with slower Umamusume, and had the stamina to match.
He also, however, wasn't supposed to know she worked here.
''How did you find me...?''
''I asked your friends.'' With a wicked grin he hefted his phone up – and Café's face fell flat when she saw the bright and grinning icon of Agnes Tachyon above an address location. ''You two must be really close huh.''
''You could say that...'' She made a mental note to throttle the mad scientist when she got back to Tracen.
Such thoughts, however, were pushed aside as Itto rubbed her head. ''Heh, you look cute in that outfit Café. Plus, Café working in a café – the joke writes itself, right?''
Café flushed, both from the tease and the praise. ''Onii-sama, the café is closed you know...''
''I know, but when I heard you were working here I just had to see you in a maid dress.'' His hand fell from her head to her cheek, and Café blushed at his he attentively rubbed her cheek with his thumb – bending down more to her level just so he could stare into her eyes easier. ''It really does suit you~''
The pink flush tingeing her cheeks darkened into something redder, and despite her best attempts at being irked, at huffing and brushing his hand aside... she always had a weak spot for her brother, even since they were young. He was the one who protected her from bullies, the one who talked to her invisible friend even though he couldn't see her, the one who held her and indulged whatever whimsy that took hold of her-
''Hm? Your ears are twitching – something on your mind?'' Itto's teasing voice snapped Café out of her daydreaming.
Prompting her to push his hand away, ''I-I'm fine...''
''Hm... I'm not convinced.'' Her brother looked around, gold eyes sweeping the fogged-over windows... before with a playful little smile he cupped her chin.
Café knew what was coming. She'd had her fair share of them over the course of her life, often initiated by her – but all that experience did little to quell the fluttering in her heart as Itto leaned down and gently brought his lips to hers. Her tail flicked in silent delight and she whimpered as she reciprocated, the act made so much sweeter after months of being separated; her soft slender lips mashing up against Itto's rougher ones.
Then in what felt like too short a time, the kiss was over. Café was left breathless all the same, her head fuzzy and this time not from the heat nor the jazz. Itto must've sensed her need for more as with a handsome grin he closed the distance once more – and Café mewled into it, embarrassed yet unquestionably happy to finally kiss her brother again, to feel his roughened lips mesh with her own; the sensation only made more erotic as he ran his other hand down the small of her back, pressing her maid dress close to her skin all the way down to the base of her tail, his fingers circling the sensitive flesh there.
Itto withdrew from the kiss slightly, chuckling. ''Two kisses and your tail is already moving about so much.''
Café's cheeks burned and her brow dipped into a frown. ''Don't tease me.''
''Hey, I'm not complaining.'' His hands went to her waist, ''I like it when you get all embarrassed.''
Anything Café wished to say in return jolted into a grunt as he picked her up, displaying his considerable strength as he ferried her over to the nearest table. She caught the edge with her hand and eased herself down onto it, her rosy cheeks and dipped chin not stopping her beloved brother from cupping her chin and lifting it, allowing their lips to mesh together in yet another intoxicating kiss, drowning Café's moan.
She knew they shouldn't be doing this – not only because they were in public but because they were siblings. Yet that hadn't stopped them in the years they've been doing it, from little kisses and cuddles to getting naked and grinding up against one another to full-blown sex on her bed while their parents were out. It was so bad that after coming to Tracen she struggled to get off alone without a picture of her brother to help her along, such was her attachment to her biggest supporter and secret lover.
Embarrassment wormed its way into her stomach as his hands fell down her waist; dipping under her skirt to rub her thighs. She quaked at his touch, at the need he inspired within her – at how quickly he could rob her of sensibility and how easily he made her horny. Just inhaling his scent after months of being apart, after months of his loaned shirt losing its scent, made her core quake with a need that she knew she alone would never be able to satisfy.
''Onii-sama...'' Café breathed out as they separated, a shudder coursing through her. ''I missed you...''
''I missed you too.'' His words were low, murmured, and she mewled when he squeezed her thighs. ''So why don't we make up for lost time, eh?''
His flirty tone made her heart skip a beat, and her eyes dart about. The café was empty yes and the streets quiet, true, but the door was unlocked and the walls were hardly soundproofed. As if he read her mind though Itto just chuckled and stole another, lighter kiss before pulling back, his hands tugging on the waistband of her panties. Not enough to pull them down, but to invite her to let him. To undress her in a public place just so he could lay eyes on her bareness once more.
Tempting as it was, however, embarrassment refused to let her lest someone – or goddess-forbid, one of her friends – walk in on her getting eaten out by her brother. So her mind provided a slightly less scandalous solution.
Blowing him instead. ''Onii-sama...''
Gently Café pushed him back, demure as she slid her butt off of the table and sunk to her knees before him. The position was a very familiar one and her brother didn't stop her; his right hand coming to rest atop her head and scratch her ears affectionately, soothing her pounding heart only slightly. Nonetheless Café grasped his jeans and undid the front button post-haste, her nimble digits quick to catch his zipper and yank it down, sending his jeans sagging down his thighs and revealing the black boxers underneath.
Boxers she tugged down – and her brother's cock practically hit her in the face, semi-erect and twitching against her brow. Café shivered, pushing against it with a low whimper and pressing her lips against the base, kissing his manhood and loving how it twitched in reply as if happy to see her again. A thought that just encouraged the petite horse-girl to kiss it more, pouring her love into each and every smooch and helping perk him up, his cock becoming larger and harder from her gentle affections.
Emboldening Café to stick her tongue out and lick her way up her brother's cock. Itto groaned, his fingers running through her hair and gripping it lightly, tugging her close and resting his balls against her chin. Not that it stopped her from lapping at his shaft with her tongue, her heart pounding in her chest yet excitement jittering through her fingers as she clutched at his hips, leaning up slightly higher until his tip touched her slender lips.
Enabling her to take him into her mouth. ''Mmph...''
The tip was all she took in at first – but that wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her. With eyes fluttering shut Café delved deeper down her brother's cock, feeling the shaft twitch and throb against her lips and then her tongue; her nails digging into his bare hips as she accepted just over half of him in her mouth before sucking back up to the tip. Nary a breath-take later she dove straight back down, tilting her head as she took more of him inside, intimately feeling him throb against her tongue and eliciting a low moan from her brother in the process.
''Ahh, Café- mnh...'' His fingers carded through her hair soothingly. ''I missed your mouth.''
The compliment, lewd as it was, darkened the blush upon her cheeks. Not least because it reminds her of how often she'd blown her brother – morning blowjobs when he woke up, shower trysts before he went off to work, slow and deep throating while they were watching movies together; she liked giving head more than receiving and he was all too happy to let her suck away. As was she. After all, her brother made cute noises whenever she sucked him off.
Such as right now – a stilted, breathy grunt escaping him as she took him in deeper. Café shivered at the sound and delved deeper; suppressing her gag reflex solely so she could host his cock deeper down her throat, her slow hums around his girth earning her another hiss of pleasure. Just listening to such sounds fed the heat pooling in her core and she rocked her hips just it abate it; groaning around her brother's cock even as she took him in deeper, nearly throating him.
When she leaned back and let him slip out of her mouth. Café panted, his cock twitching for only a moment before she caught it in her right hand – jerking him off with short quick pumps that squelched the spit lubing his shaft. She shivered at the sounds and leaned down, kissing his balls and dragging her tongue up the base of his shaft even as she gave him a handjob, her earnestness eliciting no shortage of moans and groans from her beloved brother.
Before with a hum she relinquished her grip, kissed his tip – and then sandwiched him between her lips once more.
''H-Hah, Café~'' Itto moaned out her name huskily, his grip on her hair tightening yet only fuelling the throbbing excitement in her loins.
''Mmph, onii-sama...'' Café murmured around his cock – right before taking him in deeper.
A groan was her only answer; his hand pressing down on the back of her head and encouraging her to suck him off faster, bobbing her head and caressing his cock between her lips. Her tongue was far from idle too; slithering up against the underside of his shaft or coiling up the sides when it could, she knew all of her brother's weak spots and exploited them ruthlessly, pleasuring him with her mouth and feeling him twitch more and more as a result.
It was addictive. Embarrassing yet charming, flustering yet exciting – and the risk of someone walking in on them made it even more thrilling. She whimpered at the heinous thought but couldn't stop herself from sucking him off; smearing spit across her lips as she slurped his shaft like she'd been waiting all month to do it. And in a way, she had; the thought further fogging up her mind as she felt him nearly hit the back of her throat.
''Nn, Café-'' Itto grunted out, voice tighter than before – strained, needy.
She knew what was coming. If anything that just encouraged her to keep up the fast pace, blowing him with audible slurps, her ears ringing with the sinful sound as she sucked her sibling off. His tip bumped against the back of her throat repeatedly but her gag reflex was dulled by now, enough that she felt confident taking him nearly all the way in, her nose brushing his crotch as her lips grazed the base of his manhood, his girth swelling and throbbing-!
When with a gasp he came, yanking her down his dick. With a submissive moan Café let him squish her into his crotch – his cock shunted down her throat and spewing his semen straight down her gullet, sparing her taste buds a sample of his seed. She almost felt lightheaded from the thick seed trickling down her throat, the sensation so dearly missed she momentarily lost herself in the hedonistic sensation.
Until what felt like a heartbeat later her brother pulled back. Café inhaled a breath too quick and choked on her own spit; coughing and thumping her collar reflexively to clear her windpipe, her other hand half-heartedly waving her brother off. He pet her head anyway, his touch soothing her as she got her breathing under control, each lungful easier and less cough-laden.
''You're as amazing as ever.'' The praise made her heart skip a beat. Even just simple praises from him always managed to make her chest feel fluttery.
Though they weren't done, that much she knew well. Her core ached for more than her own fingers and so Café stumbled to her feet, breathless as she turned around and bent herself over the table – tail swishing in silent reflection of her excitement. Her brother chuckled quietly but didn't tease her, and she had to wait but a moment before she felt his big hands run up her legs; hiking her dress up over her lower back and his fingers sinking into her ass in a grope.
Café shivered, quietly embarrassed, but her brother mercifully didn't tease her for long. Her pantyhose came sliding down and exposed her bare thighs to the coolish air, and with a tug her panties came down as well – leaving nothing to stop her brother from rubbing his cock up her slit. Not for the first time a bout of uncertainty coursed through her, worried not about having sex but about someone walking in; even the windows, though fogged over, weren't a guaranteed shield.
Yet her excitement was palpable as her brother slapped his tip against her sex, the stickiness audible and making Café shift her heels further apart, presenting for him-
''Ah~''
-and then he was inside, his tip spearing between her sensitive lips and sheathing in her needy core. Café clutched at the edges of the table and moaned, voice low and hoarse as she felt her insides be parted by her brother once more, the achingly familiarity a pleasure she had long missed during her stay at the academy. Perhaps because of that long time apart just feeling him inside was enough to make her weak in the knees; her stomach pressing against the table in order to keep herself upright as he sunk deeper into her.
Before with a low groan he dug his fingers into her hips and pulled back, raking her walls with his thick girth before promptly driving himself back inside. Though he wasn't huge she was quite petite; a detail that reinforced itself in her mind as Itto rutted even deeper into her, fucking a gasp out of the horse-girl before she cut it off into a feebler whine; her nails blunting on the edges of the smooth, lacquered table.
''I missed this.'' Her brother whispered then, hands on her hips and voice groaning near her ear. ''Doing it by myself ain't the same.''
''Mn, we did video calls...''
''Not the same.''
That, she could agree with. No matter how many mutual masturbation sessions they did over video calls it was just never the same as being in the same room – to say nothing of the fact they had to time it when her roommate wasn't around, lest she be caught not only getting off but getting off with her brother. The flustering thought tightened her stomach and made her bow her head – when another rough thrust clapped her cheeks, jolting a soft moan out of Café's lips.
His hands left her hips then, briefly running up her sides before lunging to her shoulders, pulling them back. She didn't mind, her weight on her elbows as she leaned over the table more – taking backshots from her brother and moaning under her breath as he did so, each driving thrust knocking the sense out of her. Dimly she wondered what would happen if one of her friends, or heaven-forbid Tachyon showed up. Instinct said they would stop and pretend like nothing was going on.
But as she felt her brother fill her up, as his cock stretched her open and kissed her innermost parts, she had to wonder whether either of them had the strength to stop. She was dripping wet and he certainly felt it; grunts and groans escaping her lover-brother as he picked up the pace and mashed himself up against her behind, the impacts growing rougher and louder yet only turning her on more; the sinful smacks of flesh ringing out through the café as he relentlessly drilled her raw, no condom or anything to shield her depths from his familiar girth.
''Mn- hah, onii-sama...'' Café clenched her fists and bit her lip, shivering as he put his hands on either side of her – practically leaning over her as he mated with her. ''I-I'm close...''
It was embarrassing to admit, her voice trembling both from his constant thrusting and her own flusterment, but her brother just grunted an acknowledgement. She bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut, fending off the desirous pressure that mounted within her loins; the chance of finally cumming on her brother's cock the stuff that her wet dreams were made of. His growing roughness only helped; his weight crashing against her behind and pinning her up against the table, his breath in her ear and his groans filling her mind, piping her to the edge.
And then over it. It took all Café's strength to choke the cry in her throat; letting it out only as a stilted, stuttering wheeze as she orgasmed. Weakness snatched her knees from under herself and she slumped against the table, elbows quaking against the lacquered surface and breaths coming out in rapid gasps, his pounding cock not helping-!
''Nnh!''
A stilted grunt – and then hot, sticky ropes ejaculated inside of her. She saw white, her mind mush in an instant as her brother creampied her; his seed painting her insides white and pushing her climax to even greater heights. It felt as if her mind disconnected from her body for a fantastical second, nothing but the smothering, tingling bliss and jerky spasms in her loins registering. Only dimly was she aware that her heels were pressing together and her tail was twitching back against his groin, her mind so foggy she could hardly tell.
Only when he pulled out, leaving her pussy empty, did Café come down from cloud nine – a fatigued moan spilling past her lips as she slumped against the table. Her legs quaked under her and without her brother to support her it took a conscious effort not to gracelessly slip off and onto the floor, despite how much her body craved to just become putty for a minute. With some effort she banished the thought lest it take root, some meagre amount of strength returning.
When Itto grabbed her hips, and flipped her over.
''Mn-!'' Café grunted out, alarmed. ''O-Onii-sam- mmph~!''
A kiss quelled her protests, and in an instant Café melted – his lips alone enough to make her submissive. He smiled into the kiss at that, right hand riding up her hip and lifting her onto the table more, enough that when he broke off of the kiss only her waist was hanging over the edge. A position that left it easy for him to push her legs apart and get between them, his still-erect cock grinding up against her creampied slit.
''This position is embarrassing...'' Café mumbled, more to herself than him.
Itto answered all the same, ''Oh? You used to love this position so we could kiss.''
Café glared at him for reminding her, but no complaint left her lips, if only because his words were true. Her embarrassment was pushed to the back of her mind, however, as her brother pressed himself against her slit – and before Café could so much as speak he speared into her, his girth sinking in with ease and fucking a whine out of her coffee-loving lips, the familiar fullness he made her feel intoxicating.
Equally as intoxicating as his kiss; lips meshing with her own and devouring her whimper. She wrapped her arms around him at that, her legs riding up his hips at the same time even as her brother earnestly began to pump into her pussy, his shaft spearing in deep and soon kissing her innermost parts as if to remind her of all the times he fucked her senseless. The thought alone made her tighten up; whimpering as her beloved brother made love to her on a café table, his body pressing into hers and making her almost dizzy with the pleasure.
The kiss was broken off for air but the second he had refilled his lungs Itto was kissing her again; lips sealed against her own and devouring her voice. His tongue brushed against her teeth and she parted them for him without question, moaning as she pushed her tongue up against his and orally wrestled with him – the tongue-war erotic and drawn-out over seconds, his thrusts slowing just so they could keep writhing their tongues together in a spit-laden dance in her mouth.
Inevitably though they broke apart for air, panting, and not a moment later her brother leaned back – hands catching her knees and holding them apart as he picked up the pace, plunging himself into her with a vigour that made her flinch and gasp; intimately feeling his girth hit sweet spots only he could know about. The aggression on his thrusts only amplified their sensitivity, their flesh audibly connecting and their loins squelching as he stirred up the previous creampie he'd given her, some of it oozing out already.
''Someone- mn, might see us...'' Half-heartedly Café panted out, her voice trembling as his girth stroked over a sweet spot that made her loins spasm delightfully.
Itto just squeezed her knees in silent reassurance, his manhood filling her up once more. Café pushed her head back against the table at that, nails clawing across the polished surface until she grasped at the edges – holding on for dear life as she was ploughed raw, the sinful smack of flesh ringing in her ears and cementing their lewd deed into memory. Enough that she found herself reflexively wrapping her legs around her brother's waist, her heels catching the back of his thighs and pulling him into her more.
He groaned his approval, the deep timbre sending a shiver to her core. A core that ached as his dick crammed itself into her, pumping and plunging with such vigour his lust for her was plain to see – his cock twitching against her insides as it hilted against her deepest parts. The thought of another creampie was intoxicating and she wrapped her legs around him fully; unable to lock her heels but still keeping him inside of her all the same.
''Onii-sama...!'' Café panted out, eyes screwing shut.
When her brother brought his thumb down on her clit and rubbed, sending a surge of stimulation straight to her head; her gasp sharp, her muscles seizing, her pussy tightening around his throbbing girth – when she passed the point of no return and climaxed. Electric pleasure surged through her limbs and it was only experience that let Café keep herself quiet; a stilted cry forcing itself out of her throat as she writhed on the table, the hard surface not quelling her spasms.
And with a stiff grunt her brother filled her up, kissed her cervix – and delivered a second creampie. The infusion of molten heat was practically enough to make her orgasm a second time; her voice cracking as she threw her head side-to-side, squirting in her moment of pleasure as her brother pumped her full. Every throb of his cock ejaculated another hot spurt into her depths, the thought of finally getting knocked up by her own brother a kink Café didn't know she had until that very moment, her toes curling tight from the mortifying delight it brought.
Then all at once it was over – fatigue hammering her muscles into mush and sending Café flopping back onto the table with a moan. Her legs, raised up in pleasure, fell limp on either side of his hips and she lacked the strength to even loll her head from one side to the other; becoming little more than a wet noodle as she panted and twitched in the afterglow.
''Haah, fuck...'' Itto breathed out – his exhale brushing along her exposed neck a split-second before he kissed it. ''I forgot how much I missed cumming inside of you.''
Café moaned weakly, half-heartedly whacking at his shoulder, but couldn't deny she missed the feeling too.
He chuckled at that. ''Mm... how 'bout we go back to my place for the evening? Catch up some more.''
Her overstimulated pussy quaked at the thought, ''...I'd love to, onii-sama...''
They might be forced to keep it a secret, might be forced to spend time apart...
...but that just made reunions like these all the warmer.
In more ways than one.
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