Just a Typical Japanese Family Part Three
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 34
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 34 - Guess who's back? Back again. Dragonpig's back, tell a friend. Yes, I took that from Eminem. He's the one who originally did it. Did I say I'm just like the Borg on Star Trek? I find something I like, and I try to improve on it. But I think of myself being more respectful. This is a non-canonical fan-written continuation / sequel inspired by Caesar’s 2007 story “Just Your Typical Japanese Family.” All original characters, concepts, and the core setting belong to Caesar.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Zoophilia Furry Cheating Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Grand Parent BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Orgy Interracial Oriental Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Bestiality Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Babysitter Public Sex Small Breasts Teacher/Student Nudism
Cornelius let the front door swing shut behind him. He cut through the east hall toward the sitting room.
He needed the utility keys. Mower shed, tool locker. Apparently the heir to Marker Funeral Homes still had to fetch his own equipment like the grounds crew.
His dad was sprawled on the leather sofa in silk pajamas, a glass of something dark on the table in front of him, phone in hand.
“Dad. I need the keys.”
“In the kitchen junk drawer.” He didn’t look up.
A voice floated in from the doorway. “Daddy, I can’t find my...”
Cornelius looked.
He knew her. She was two years ahead of him in school, one of the popular girls. Now she was standing here wearing nothing but his dad’s shirt, unbuttoned.
His stomach twisted.
“Oh. Hi, I didn’t know you had company,” she said, her smile faltering.
The dark hair. The build. She looked just like a younger version of his mom.
His dad had a type. One thing about the old man: at least he’s consistent. I wonder. Does he even know?
“Cheryl, give us a second,” his dad said, not looking up.
She drifted back toward the stairs.
His dad sat up. “Your birthday’s this week, right?”
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