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Sora (divorced) became Sora (remarried) right around the time the boys hit puberty. Reiju had been an early bloomer, and Sora had helped her through it with all the advice she wished someone had been there to give her as a teen. When it was the boys' turn though…well, that would be their stepfather's territory. She would've been insane to leave it to Judge. She was still undoing the mental damage he'd afflicted when they were toddlers, with his discouraging their constant hands-down-their-pants behavior by telling them it would make their penises fall off.
But before she could approach Zeff about it - gently, of course - each of the boys had privately approached her with complaints. Delicate complaints. The kind that needed the attention of a doctor. Sora had dutifully brought the boys, freshly 12, to their pediatrician, all while hoping it was not something outside her area of expertise.
Dr. Kureha had seen all 4 boys separately, and then asked Sora if she could speak to her alone.
"It's the same issue for all of them." She had leaned back on her stool, one leg crossed over the other as she took a swing from a flask and typed away on the computer. "But lucky for you, this time it's a cheap fix. They don't need any prescription or anything."
"Oh good!" Sora had dreaded the possibility of once again trying to get the boys to take medicine. It was no better than when they'd been toddlers. "What do I do?"
Kureha took another drink. "Tell them to stop jerking off so hard and so often." She let out a loud laugh as she straightened up, and got to her feet. "Welcome to boy puberty, dramatically different from girl puberty. I'm sure you didn't miss them openly ogling my new receptionist. Is this really so surprising for you?"
Sora opened her mouth to protest for a moment -
not her boys, not her good and sweet little boys
- and stopped short. She remembered her first marriage, constantly groping her husband, squeezing his ass and climbing on top of him in the night. And then there was her current marriage with a much more attentive husband, regularly pulling him into unoccupied closets and bathrooms, slipping him her panties beneath the table at dinner and grinning as his face flushed red.
Yes, her boys. Yes, her good and sweet boys...who had apparently inherited her…
passionate
drive.
Kureha had noticed Sora's face suddenly going pale, and had casually added, "Oh, it's just how boys are. They'll outgrow it. They'll grow and mature and learn to control themselves - both in private and around women. In the meantime…"
She extended her flask to Sora - not for the first time - and Sora - again, not for the first time - gratefully accepted.
That had been almost 10 years ago.
Sora was still patiently waiting for them to outgrow it.