After several happy years of marriage and the birth of my son, I spent my days constantly breastfeeding because he was weaned much later than most children. Once he finally stopped nursing, I began to feel strangely lonely without someone at my breasts. I had not had sex since giving birth, and my frustration kept building. Then my adult brother-in-law Hanzo came to Tokyo for his job search and moved in with us. While my breasts ached for attention, I noticed him staring at my cleavage...