Just a Typical Japanese Family Part Three
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 36
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 36 - 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
She was on her knees on the grass of the graveyard, completely naked. The sounds of music playing and the chirping of crickets filled the air. The grass felt soft under her knees. Cornelius sat on a tombstone, something Asian, his dick in her mouth. A few graves away, Gregory sat fully dressed on another marker, beer in one hand, passing a joint to his sister as she sniffed Dolly’s discarded black panties. Tiffany was wearing nothing but her bra and panties while she watched her.
She could hear a woman singing about masturbating coming from somebody’s phone. Something old. The cemetery was otherwise quiet.
She sucked on him harder. She could tell he was about to come. The pleasant feeling in her ass was still there, a reminder. Earlier that day, before she left the house, her father had her bent over the edge of his bed the way they always did. She always took care of him before she went out. She was the woman of the house since Mom ran off years ago. He had pushed into her ass, comfortable and familiar, and teased her in his low voice that one day he would put a baby in her. The words had made her pussy wetter, causing her to come hard. Even now she could feel his cum inside her butt every time she moved. The feeling felt so dirty.
Fuck the rules. Fuck quiet towns and quiet little lives.
She pulled back just enough to breathe and looked up at him. Same bored, arrogant expression he always wore. He was a jerk. She liked the way he used her mouth when he felt like it. She liked that he never pretended this was anything else. Doing it on a headstone only made the act even hotter. Everything about the situation was fucked up and that made it delicious.
She thought about the first time her father had shown her the lies of society, the things they did behind closed doors, how good it could feel to let all that shit go. She had never once thought of herself as a victim. The same desires that made her want to experience as much pleasure as she could before she got too old.
She moaned as she took him in again. She hollowed her cheeks and jerked him harder. She was about to come, knowing she had an audience.
When she finished him, she planned to move on to Gregory next, then Tiffany. Keep the party going. The thought alone made her press her thighs together.
Then something moved at the edge of her vision.
She paused. The shape stepped out from behind the marble angel statue two rows over, dark clothes, wearing a ninja mask, something long and wooden in his gloved hand. Is that one of those wooden swords people practice with? she thought.
There was something familiar about him, the way he moved, his overall shape.
She sat back on her heels.
Who the hell is he?
Cornelius glanced down at her, then followed her gaze. He turned fully and saw the mysterious figure standing behind them. A short, mocking laugh left him.
“A little too early for Halloween, isn’t it? Who the fuck are you supposed to be, some Walmart ninja?” he asked. “Come to watch?”
The figure didn’t answer. He just started walking toward them, the bokken hanging at his side.
She didn’t move. She wanted to see where this was going.
She heard a sharp click. Cornelius and Tiffany both turned. Gregory was standing, his beer rolling in the grass at his feet. In his hand, one of those butterfly knives you can buy in one of those karate magazines, its three-inch blade gleaming in the moonlight.
“Gregory, don’t!” his sister cried out, her eyes wide.
Her brother ignored her, taking a step toward the approaching figure. “You heard what Cornelius asked. Who the fuck are you?”