Laundry. There was nothing glamorous about it, but a necessary labor that I found peace in; it was one of the last menial activities that was relatively safe from–
"What'cha doin', oniiii-san!" The sing-songy siren call of my personal tormentor, Kiko, mewled from the edge of my peripheral sight. Even from the awkward angle did I catch that o' so mischievous grin of hers.
Dammit.
Hair the color of autumn leaves, Kiko was a young and impossibly playful fox spirit that had followed me home from a summer trip to Kyoto; praying harmlessly at a shrine had yielded terrible results. Since revealing herself as my soul-bound partner, Kiko's desperate attempt to drain my balls has been a constant game of cat and mouse. Or fox and–who gives a fuck.
With a playful little snort Kiko hopped onto my back, ruffling my hair and crossing her little arms around my neck. Deliberately, the kitsune's warm breath tickled the edge of my ear. Kiko was innately sex-driven, even as a young spiritual being, and knew just how to stir–something-inside of my indulgent side.
"Please, Kiko...can I get a 'little' break? You leave me so...dehydrated." Such a weak rebuff warranted another haughty chuckle.
"Oh Onii-san! That's your fault, dum-dum! Water is super important, but I have needs too! Daily–well, hourly needs."
Kiko's lithe legs looped around my waist from behind and it was impossible to ignore the growing warmth on my lower back; who knew that such a little cunny could emit so much heat? Well I did. Intimately, in fact.
Sure, she had the body of pubescent, but–
"You're really cute when you're thinking so hard, Onii-san! It's really sweet!" Occasionally, a more compassionate and understanding side of the rambunctious little twerp shined through. Kiko processed a child-like innocence that was undeniable, despite the impressive libido she posessed as a young kitsune; mind you, such behavior was a rarity.
For now she took note of my subconscious struggle and teased once more; this time she would add a bit more pressure.
Vulpine ears twitched atop Kiko's head as she questioned the futile protest, a once playful tone deepening into a sultrier whisper, "Ya know I always get what I want, Onii-san. Why be such a meanie? You know it feels 'really' good, so just drop em'."
Then it was all smiles again, reverting back to that childish, easy-going grin; we both knew she was right.
Pathetic, bullied by the likes of a child. Nevertheless I relented.
"Fuck"
I flipped Kiko around and hoisted her onto the old, shitty washing machine, our clothes quickly meeting the chipped linoleum; why did I even bother getting dressed with Kiko around? Her pert nose twitched in anticipation, little squeals and squeaks filling the laundry room as golden orbs gleefully watched my sweatpants slink downward; the sex-crazed little fox eyed the pre-cum leaking slab that now stood at full attention, "Come on, you can't say you don't enjoy my 'gift', can you, onii-san?"
Ah yes, how could I forget, Kiko's gift. I sighed while stroking my enchanted, tremendous kielbasa, releasing a few breathy moans in the process. Kitsune magic was scandalous to say the least and Kiko knew what she wanted in a lover; my veiny, massive prick as thick as her forearm and with a length that would put most human women in a dick-induced coma.