Maria Sama Ga Miteru
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Forgotten Pleasures
By Miracles79
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Chapter 1: A Surprising Anniversary
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Disclaimer: I do not own the property of Maria Sama Ga Miteru that honour belongs to the creator… whoever that might be?
This is a re-written version of the previous chapter. Things have been changed and omitted quite thoroughly, so in a sense it is like a completely different story with one or two similarities to the inferior version (Or that piece of crap, which I have thus nicknamed the original.) Please enjoy
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In the wintry season, where Cherry trees withered, their branches thin and barren, students hurried through the Academy hugging their coats to improve circulation and their necessity for warmth. Temperatures had taken a sharp turn for the worst in recent weeks; the previously faint sunshine had been replaced by heavy snow, snow which had continued unabated for several hours now. It settled over everything in its path painting Lillian's surroundings in a beautiful shade of white, pleasing to look at from afar but not to be experienced from within.
So, despite their teachings, which had been enforced repeatedly during their childhood, students could be seen jogging up the path. Maria sama herself would not have been pleased by the spectacle, but little was given to this notion as the pressing need for warmth became almost a survival instinct.
The number of students within the school was fairly sparse. Understandable since the Academy had signalled for the end of the day at least two hours ago. The remaining students were most likely from after school clubs, indoor ones no doubt, who carried umbrellas and cotton gloves for added protection from the torrid snow which descended in droves.
But as these students walked briskly, jogged or otherwise sprinted out of sight; there was one individual who didn't. A lone figure who walked the path as if it had been summer, a lightness in her step and exasperation hidden in her eyes as she viewed more and more students forgetting their teachings. A most unbecoming sight, the figure admitted but she understood the circumstances nevertheless.
Stopping at the statue which highlighted Maria's beauty and importance, Sachiko bowed her head in prayer; the silence occasionally broken by muttered voices which could be heard off in the distance. The snow, meanwhile, settled around her as she bowed in prayer. A most majestic sight, Ogasawara Sachiko, the most influential and prominent member of the school, praying to the Virgin Mary within the drifting, settling snow… an image which Tsutako-san would have moved heaven and earth to capture.
Having offered her best wishes, and hopes for the future, Sachiko walked away down the steeping pavement. Her intended destination: an old yet recognizable building of some repute. The building could be seen even from the statue itself, the structure appearing slightly worn but at the same time rather comforting. This was where Sachiko could be found every morning and lunch time, within the Rose Mansion where the student council debated propositions and the like.
She would, very soon, become a prominent member of this established group of people. The Rosa Chinensis no less, after her petite soeur, Youko-sama, graduated in a couple of months. Youko had already passed on her knowledge, her years of experiences and expectations to prepare Sachiko for the role. There was a certain pressure to be had with this new found position after all. The sole daughter of the Ogasawara Corporation would be considered, by her peers and teachers, to be the unspoken leader of the group from this point on, a role which she would become used to once she took control of her father's personal share in the Ogasawara Company.
The Rosa Chinensis' a respectable title without a doubt but it was not the only title she laid claim to, no, she had many more whether complimentary or otherwise. The Ice Princess, 'the hater of all men' but the most appealing title of all was one that could only be uttered by her closest and most cherished junior who was, incidentally, also her petite soeur.
"Onee-sama." Sachiko whispered, a finger tracing her lips as she uttered such a delectable title. As she did this a smile came into place, abruptly, becoming fairly prominent as time wore on. With the one utterance of her title Sachiko felt the familiar rush of euphoria that crossed over her, the same euphoria which came to be known when her petite soeur finally uttered those words.
Onee-sama, that was right. Ogasawara Sachiko was known as an older sister in the broadest of terms however, she was no blood related or shared any similarities to her petite soeur when parenthood was concerned. For years Sachiko had declined any notions of choosing a petite soeur, the concept, to her at least, felt unnecessary and forced. But of course one beautiful, caring and outwardly loving student had to change her mind without a moment of hesitancy. A student who went by the name of Fukuzawa Yumi.
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Continuing down the well-trodden path, the overhanging branches protecting her from the downpour of snow, Sachiko wrapped her thin coat tighter. Within the Academy the wind was gradually beginning to pick up with an ever increasing intensity. The sharp gusts of wind whipping her lightly clothed features with an almost possessed sense of abandonment. But, despite the change in atmosphere, Sachiko never altered her pace and continued walk along the path with a hand keeping her brunette locks at bay.
The Rose Mansion was still some ways off in the distance, made faint by the sudden bursts of snow which limited her vision. In an effort to recollect her thoughts, and a real need to think of anything other than the snowstorm swirling around her, Sachiko returned to her previous contemplation. A contemplation which had been on Sachiko's mind for far longer than she would have openly admitted, if anyone ever dared to ask such a thing.
"Yumi."
How a single word could bring such happiness, such feelings of euphoria, Sachiko had no way of knowing. Perhaps she had no right to know. But the name remained precious to Sachiko as it belonged to a junior she had grown to adore beyond the bond they currently shared, that of a sisterly bond. Admiration turned adoration without the occupant, Sachiko, realising this newfound change in perspective.
Incidentally, you might be wondering why Sachiko is still within the Academy's grounds if, as I previously mentioned, the Academy was now closed. Honestly, ever since the upcoming exams, and her new position within the Ogasawara conglomerate, Sachiko had been working long hours in the library. Often starting when the sun barely rose to life and finishing when darkness engulfed the once bright environment.
She had become somewhat of a regular here, the Academy's library, while slightly insufficient to meet her demands, was a nice change of pace. The silence it offered was something she had grown accustomed to, the lack of gossiping students becoming nothing more than a gift sent from God himself. At first students had grown in increasing number, watching her 'discreetly' and from afar but as time wore on far more pressing matters became apparent, exams forced the students to reprioritize and Sachiko had thankfully been placed in a distant last to their own educations, something Sachiko was pleasantly relieved about.
While Sachiko worked diligently within the library's limited parameters, she may have given off an accidental yet intimidating air of efficiency. Sachiko was a renowned genius after all, rarely leaving the top 5 rankings since her small beginnings at nursery. But even this never satisfied Sachiko or her grandfather for that matter, who expected the best and was proud of her grand-daughter for delivering so far, but while others raised eye brows or muttered denials; the Ogasawara family knew much more would be expected of her.
She was considered one of the brightest in Lillian Academy, not from a current standpoint but from a historical one. No student had ever been able to maintain their scores in a manner that she did. No student had accomplished seemingly implausible feats again and again with calculated ease. But Sachiko was special, recognized on an international stage because of both her name and of her successes in the strict education system.
But while these were all true, and Sachiko did bear the brunt of extreme pressure, there was another reason to why she used the Academy's resources rather than her own. She had her own personal agenda in mind, an agenda which forced her conscience to wake within the early hours of the morning and then slave tirelessly through the darkening hours of the day. The reason being; that she would be afforded the opportunity to share both her breaks and lunch with Yumi.
So she continued to work at her own leisurely pace, reading over books which concerned her promising education as well a history of the undertakings taken within the Ogasawara's long and storied history. She did not, however, limit herself to just Ogasawara companies, oh no, she looked through other prominent business companies too whether from Japan or the United States itself which gave her further insight into the corporate world, the cut throat world.
There was, however, another reason why Sachiko continued to impress with her studies. There was a junior; Fukzawa Yumi who needed the proper inspiration and drive to succeed, and Sachiko hoped that she could be the one to offer that to Yumi. But if Sachiko was being completely honest with herself, which was a rarity nowadays, then she would have admitted a growing need to make Yumi proud of her. Not necessarily to lavish her with praise, which would not be surprising given it was Yumi after all, but at least some sign which showed Yumi still cared for her like she had during all their years together.
Unfortunately, while diligence and hard work was a creed in which Sachiko abided by, even she had to admit that she had taken it to a rather unnecessary level. Normally when she left the school grounds, the buses; which ran at regular intervals would, would still be operating but on this occasion they were not. She had been working for far too long, and she had missed her ride home by some distance.
So as she wadded through the icy terrain, watching various students huddled together for extra warmth, Sachiko viewed her surroundings with both awe and trepidation. The scenery was beautiful, almost tranquil by design but as her feet glided across the icy surface, her arms hovering to sustain her balance, she feared for her personal safety.
Approaching a new path way which would lead her towards the Rose Mansion, Sachiko returned her thoughts to far more pressing matters at hand. An odd thing to say in retrospect, she was after all placing her own personal wellbeing below other unrelated concerns. But Sachiko's mind had a nagging habit of returning to her petite soeur, and this particular worry had been plaguing her mind for quite some time now.
In its simplest form, Sachiko felt concern, deep concern, for Yumi's own wellbeing. Recently, Yumi had begun to act strangely around her but whenever Sachiko attempted to decipher the meaning behind her worries, Yumi would instantly play down any concerns Sachiko voiced. Every time Sachiko so much as looked at Yumi, her petite soeur would instantly look away with a fearful expression. And whenever Sachiko felt eyes piercing through her very soul she would be surprised to see Yumi staring at her intently, of course Sachiko was never obvious in her observations of this because she would always view Yumi within the corner of her eye. Discretion had become a must when it concerned Yumi.
The same questions raced through Sachiko's head day by day; what's wrong with Yumi? Why had she been acting so differently lately?
Sachiko had no answers to these questions, and it seemed Yumi had no intention of divulging her worries. This particular behaviour from Yumi annoyed Sachiko greatly, how could she be a proper and worthy Onee-sama when her own petite soeur seemed to be avoiding her? All Sachiko wanted was to help Yumi, she wouldn't have even done this for close friends or at least not to the extent that she would have helped Yumi.
On occasion Sachiko had begun to fear for their once strong bond but not for reasons which would have been apparent to everybody else. Sachiko was not an open book, she would never give away any tells which could be used against her; she was smart, calculating and could be manipulative when the need occurred. But that did not mean she didn't suffer the emotions, the pitfalls, of less refined maidens when faced with the prospect of love. Yes, even Sachiko loved and unlike many of the students within Lillian Academy; Sachiko was in love with a girl, her own petite soeur no less.
It had taken time for the feelings to register; quick glances turning into length stares, faint contact causing her skin to tingle with unusual electricity. These were all things which Sachiko had never experienced before, and no book offered any helpful information as to why these sensations had started to become so frequent and powerful. But eventually realisation set in, brought about by Sei's flirtatious action and her own need to distance any prospective love interests away from Yumi.
When she realised her feelings for Yumi, Sachiko had become rather distant, an expected reaction from a young girl who had been taught that love belonged between a man and a woman, but in time even that lengthy proximity was shortened by the insistence of the one she had fallen for. Yumi, her beautiful petite soeur, was the young, charming girl who had thawed her ice cold heart and set it ablaze with both love and want. Feelings began to take root deep within her raging heart, causing both concern and jealousy in equal measure. And in time, and it did take time, Sachiko finally came to terms with these new found feelings of love, not fully but to a reasonable and manageable extent.
Sachiko had never grown to despise or fear her feelings for Yumi but there was something she most certainly feared. As time went on and as Yumi became a bigger and bigger part of her world, Sachiko was beginning to see Yumi in a new and less than innocent light. Yumi was once frail and clumsy; the complete opposite of Sachiko, but in time Sachiko had helped Yumi to mature into not only a respectable and dependable student but also of a rare and breath-taking beauty who had few equals.
Yumi was indeed beautiful and it was because of this that Sachiko's thought had turned to the less innocent, an unrecognizable desire had consumed her and if Sachiko could hazard a guess as to its identity… then she would have to call it lust. Sachiko still viewed Yumi as the sweet and charming girl that everyone saw but she wished for far more than that now. She wanted to claim Yumi as her own, mark her, and brand her if she could to keep the hands of the unworthy away. Yumi was too irresistible to be left to the devices of fate, oh no, Sachiko would have wanted nothing more than to take Yumi away, shred her of her clothes and drink deep in the insatiable lust which had grown with her. Only Yumi could bring this side of her out, and that was why Sachiko feared Yumi more than any parent could possibly understand.
She had, perhaps, even fallen for Yumi at their first meeting. A chanced, fateful encounter might just have been Sachiko's first experiences of love. But as Sachiko knew nothing of love and had never felt any connection to such a desire, maybe Sachiko had simply categorized this feeling as a new form of friendship. Mistaken her advances for that of a best friend, or teacher, rather than that of a love sick lover who desperately demanded attention and companionship.
Sachiko's feelings couldn't be helped. Yumi was extremely beautiful, blushingly charming as well as friendly and caring to a fault. Was it any surprise that someone had fallen for her irresistible presence and attitude, that Sachiko had fallen head over heels in live with her? Sachiko was truly infatuated by the girl known as Fukuzawa Yumi, a young teenage who still remained somewhat of a mystery even after all their time together.
But the unfortunate, ugly truth remained. Sachiko's new feelings of love had escalated to feelings of unrepressed lust. No longer did Sachiko ponder on romantic moments between the two, a movie or maybe even a pick nick beneath a carousel, but instead she thought of handling Yumi in the most intimate and ragged of ways.
If only her thoughts had been nothing more than an innocent kiss. Maybe then she wouldn't have been forced to suffer like she did now or feel things which she could no longer control. A simple kiss would have been a trivial thing to worry about and something which she would have overcome in time but lately, in the middle of the night, Sachiko imagined Yumi writhing in pleasure beneath her… sweet moans of ecstasy filling her head as she thrusted her fingers into the deepest core of Yumi's inner sanctum.
The fantasy's had refused to stop, intensifying every desire Sachiko had for Yumi by the day. Often, Sachiko would be awoken by the uncomfortable feeling of arousal dripping into the fabric of her clothes, dirtying her sheets which would often need to be cleaned by members of her staff. She had of course found a way around this particular issue but how much longer could she avoid her deepest calling.
Yumi had brought forth a lot of things from within Sachiko; and rather unexpectedly masturbation had become just one of many forbidden things she experimented with. After every 'session' Sachiko would still feel the pang of shame coursing through her but it never stopped her from further pleasurable imaginings of Yumi, and more importantly what she was doing to Yumi in her most depraved fantasy's.
The image of Yumi had been engraved in her heart and soul, burnt in so that it would remain forever. Images of Yumi's naked body clinging to her own, sweat causing their bodies to glide over one another with practised ease, the feel of Yumi's skin as she caressed and tasted the flesh which she found so intoxicating, and the sweet peachy smell which radiated off her curvaceous body were all things which plagued Sachiko imaginations and caused her fingers to move around her breasts with a rabid intensity.
This was what love had turned Sachiko into, she had never experienced love outside of her family which was more out of obligation due to their connection but it had been the first time Sachiko had purposely found love in someone else. It took 16 years but it finally happened, but while she found love she also found that she didn't know how to control her feelings and as such Sachiko's dreams turned to things she had never witnessed or expected to find in her life. Insatiable hunger replaced curiosity, the unknown had a certain allure to it but when that allure included Yumi's naked, glistening body then what hope did she have in remaining sane?
You may find Sachiko's thoughts unexpected and extremely out of character. Why would feelings of love suddenly intensify to a point where she could no longer control herself? But maybe it was all to do with one woman's unexpected interference. Effectively, turning Sachiko's innocent and naïve views into something far more powerful and intoxicating; but who could have such an impact on Sachiko's life?
Who could force such an enticing, forbidden image into her mind?
And who could have caused such a response from the usually stoic, Ogasawara Sachiko?
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Well, it all started with an innocent gesture.
Despite the need for concentration, Sachiko had allowed herself to be coerced into visiting a good friend who attended Lillian University. The matter at the time seemed pretty serious; from what little Sachiko could remember of their earlier discussion. But whatever 'pressing issue,' Sei had talked of never materialised because it had all been an elaborate con; a well-crafted plan had been set in motion by Sei, and Sachiko was the target.
Even to this today Sachiko couldn't believe how unguarded she had appeared when approaching this entire situation, it was so unlike herself but when matters concerned Yumi she would often forget all pretences, all logic and do whatever was best for her petite soeur. But what Sachiko had not been expecting was for Sei to motion for her to 'come closer,' and then, once at arm's reach, abruptly pin her junior against the sofa and play a video which seemed to set Sei off on a rampage of maniacal laughter.
It had been a fairly romantic movie at first, a story of two sisters growing up in a house alone due to their parents untimely death. While she was forced to watch this movie Sachiko couldn't help but question Sei's actions, why was Sei practically giggling with laughter? Why was she repeatedly saying "take some tips, I think you'll need it!?" None of this made sense but as time progressed Sachiko had started to relax slightly and watch the movie which seemed to be about hardships and the bond of family, although looking back Sachiko knew she should have seen the signs coming. Friendship could often be misconstrued for feelings of lust and affection.
So when one of the sisters trapped the other against the small bath tub they had previously been sharing, Sachiko knew something was clearly off about this situation. Especially when Sei gripped her hold around Sachiko that much tighter, but when Sachiko watched the sisters nervously kiss one another… she knew she should have put up more of a fight. Kissing eventually escalated to heavy petting, heavy petting turned cunillingus and before Sachiko could understand what was going on the two sisters had reached their climaxes, their voices carrying the same uttered titles which Sachiko had once been proud of being called.
"Onee-Sama!"
"Onee-chan!"
That was right. Sei had forced Sachiko to watch a rather plot heavy porno film which involved two sisters supposedly finding 'happiness and orgasms' that only a sister can offer? A strange sub heading for any film which should have hinted to the films content, but unfortunately Sei had hidden the box away from her lover's petite soeur, Sachiko.
The contents of that film had been, for Sachiko, very graphic, wholly and wildly inaccurate (with certain consistency errors which Sachiko pointed out on occasion) and extremely arousing. The evidence of her arousal, which soaked her panties, had been further proof that she found the situation both stimulating but also new and intriguing. It certainly opened her eyes to many possibilities but possibilities which should be tried once you found that special someone who also feels the same way.
And ever since that day, when Sei had released Sachiko and wordlessly pushed her out of the room, the blunettes perceptions of Yumi had changed permanently. She found herself watching her petite soeur far more closely and far more frequently as time passed by. Every innocent act she instigated now carried a hidden meaning, when she hugged Yumi goodbye Sachiko held her for that little bit longer and when Yumi was upset Sachiko moved closer, placing comforting kisses on her head as her petite soeur's tears gradually subsided.
She needed more than mere friendship from Yumi, but she knew, she could never acquire such a thing. It was so obvious to Sachiko; Yumi didn't feel that way, not just towards herself, but towards women in general. She was not a lesbian; her petite soeur had made no indications of being attracted to other women.
But just as Sachiko was prepared to ponder on these things more, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. She had arrived at the Rose Mansion but that was not why she had stopped, she stopped because of a surprisingly noticeable figure standing at the entrance to Sachiko's desired destination. It was Yumi who paced around the entrance, her eyes scanning every space within her vicinity. Something was off about this whole situation, why did Yumi look so nervous? It was as if Yumi were an apprehensive thief, contemplating a prison sentence if all things didn't work out.
Hastily, Sachiko ducked behind the nearest tree and watched Yumi as discreetly as possible. The individual in question, however, continued to turn this way and that; playing with strands of hair as she visibly mumbled in added uncertainty. But with one last resounding nod of her head, Yumi crept towards the front door, opened it very slightly and hurried through the Mansion's thick doors… not a single sound met Sachiko's ears as Yumi entered, proof of her need for secrecy but for what Sachiko could not say.
She was confused, perplexed, why was she even here? School had finished almost three hours ago and yet Yumi remained behind, for what purpose? There was no meeting, no scheduled event which required the council's time and effort. What was Yumi up to? Sachiko had to know, not only as her Onee-sama but as the intrusive stalker she had regretfully become. She had to know everything about Yumi, even the things she would rather not share.
With a newfound purpose, Sachiko set off towards the Rose Mansion. Caution the foremost in her mind as she silently approached under the cover of darkness, but as Sachiko approached the closed door she heard the unmistakable sounds of the upstairs' door being closed within the Rose Mansion. So, Yumi must have gone upstairs?
Carefully entering the Mansion, Sachiko scaled the stairs one at a time. Stopping and starting in intervals to mask any noise she could make, not that she needed to though because the noise being created upstairs was more than enough to mask her intrusion. Approaching the upstairs door Sachiko listened carefully, a sound of a single set of footsteps moved within the tea room. Hurried were Yumi's footsteps but before Sachiko could register anything else a sudden noise interrupted her train of thought, the sound of boxes crumbling to the floor, a chair being sent cascading to the ground and the horrific whimper as a body fell to the ground.
At the sudden unexpected occurrence, Sachiko threw the door open without a second thought for her previously sneaky behaviour. It no longer mattered, fear and trepidation now controlled her actions and moved her forward as she visualised an image of Yumi being hurt in some un-repairable way.
"Yumi!" Sachiko screamed, bursting through the door.
"O… O-Onee-sama?" Yumi squealed surprise laced within her voice.
It was the one person Yumi prayed would not come, would not be present as she prepared for the day ahead. It was supposed to be a surprise and yet here she was her Onee-sama, the wonderful, Ogasawara Sachiko, approaching her position with a look of worry etched across her face. Looking to her side instinctively, Yumi scampered towards the overturned box which had discarded many telling items. She couldn't allow Sachiko to see this, not yet!
Meanwhile, Sachiko watched as Yumi feverishly picked up an assortment of items which lay strewn around the tea room. Objects of many discernible sizes were presented to her but there appearance did nothing to lessen the confusion Sachiko felt. What were these objects? And, why did Yumi look so panicked and terrified?
"Yumi," Sachiko said unsurely, "What are those? What are you doing?"
There was, seemingly, no response forthcoming as Yumi continued to repackage the boxes with crazed intent. Sachiko's current worry was nothing compared to Yumi's, the latter's face had begun to flush an unhealthy shade of red; remnants of tears present in her eyes.
Once the packing had been completed, and silence permeated the air, Yumi stuttered a half-hearted reply. "I… It's nothing, Onee-sama. D-Don't worry about this."
As Yumi hurried towards the single closest in the room, Sachiko watched her movement with a hint of exasperation. She might have loved her dear petite soeur with all herb heart but that did not mean she didn't occasionally infuriate her beyond belief. Yumi had this troubling habit of deflecting whenever she felt like she would become a burden and as such any worries or issues would never be vented. Instead Yumi would keep it all up inside and let it fester rather than look for comfort in another person's comfortable embrace… but not anymore. Sachiko needed answers and she wasn't prepared to wait any longer.
Approaching cautiously, Sachiko asked "Yumi, what's in that box?"
As Sachiko motioned towards the box Yumi had previously been carrying, Yumi instantly snapped it back off the shelf and retreated from Sachiko. The only statement Yumi made was a brisk shaking of her head, the ability to form words had been somewhat lost on the beautiful brunette at this moment of time.
"Yumi? Why are you hiding from me?" Sachiko asked curtly, looking towards the package which rested behind Yumi's back.
"Ah! I-it's nothing O-Onee-sama. Please don't bother yourself with something as trivial as this." Yumi replied, her hands tightening around the box as Sachiko stared daggers at it.
Without a moment of explanation, Yumi sprinted around the table using it as a blockage between herself and Sachiko. This childish act, however, did nothing more to lessen Sachiko's frustrated mood and she promptly followed Yumi around without a single word spoken. This behaviour infuriated Sachiko; she thought she had taught Yumi better than this. But there was still clearly work to be done, but first Sachiko would deal with the intrusive box.
"Yumi! That is enough!" Sachiko shouted, lunging for the box which Yumi dogged in a high pitched scream, "As your Onee-sama I demand that you come back here immediately!"
The table now stood directly between the two, Yumi stepping on the balls of her feet ready to run at any moment as Sachiko watched her like a hawk.
"W-what? But I…" Yumi trailed, her mind racing at a rate of knots, "I'm afraid I can't do that right now, sorry."
Yumi, meanwhile, continued to look for a viable escape route for her current predicament; the opened window to her right looking very enticing at this particular moment of time. She gave the idea serious consideration; such was her haste to escape from this situation with her dignity firmly intact. But after remembering the height between this floor and the ground, thought better of attempting such a sporting feat; she was after all fairly poor at sports while in comparison, Sachiko was renowned for it.
But as Yumi searched for alternate escape routes, Sachiko stood in between her visually fuming at the rejection she had not seen coming. Never in her wildest dreams did she think Yumi would rfuse one of her requests, but now that she had Sachiko was ready to shoe her true powers as an Onee-sama.
"Are you disobeying me, Yumi?" Sachiko uttered darkly, Yumi suddenly taking notice and backing away several steps, "As my petite soeur, it is your duty to listen to what I say and follow whatever commands I give. So, let's try that again. Yumi, GIVE ME THE DAMN BOX!"
Despite her apparently diplomatic suggestion, Sachiko still feigned movement left and right hoping that Yumi would be terrified enough to make a break for it. If she did that then Sachiko would easily catch her and take the offending item for further inspection, it was her right as a… Onee-sama? At least by Sachiko's rather strange interpretation it was.
"Um," Yumi shakily mumbled, watching as her Onee-sama swayed left and right, "I-I really can't do that today Onee-sama… raink check?"
Placing the box between her elbows, Yumi made the motion for prayer as if to give Sachiko a visual representation of pleading at its finest. Unknowingly, however, Sachiko noticed that the box was now in arms reach of see made a grab for it and caught Yumi by surprise in the process. So with this understanding in mind, Sachiko mentally prepared her limbs to act.
"Rain check?" Sachiko whispered dangerously, "RAIN CHECK!"
Taking advantage of Yumi's lack of concentration and terror, Sachiko lunged over the table and snatched the box from Yumi's person, Yumi's fingers brushing against the box in her last desperate attempts at reclaiming it.
"Ah! No!" Yumi cried, horrified by the implications of Sachiko's actions. Without a second to consider her options, Yumi sprinted around the table and grabbed the edge of the box which Sachiko had already begun to open.
"T-That's enough Yumi! Let go right this instant!" Sachiko replied seethingly, gripping the opposite end of the box as they tussled for control.
As the pair continued to tug and pull the box between one another, while Sachiko's commanding voice and Yumi's pleading cries battled for supremacy, the box suddenly began to rip under the strain. And, inevitably, and to Yumi's horror, the box was torn open. The items which were contained within cascading towards the floor and lying at their feet, there was far too much for Yumi to pick up now and it was already too late to hide what could no longer be undone.
"Ah!" Yumi uttered meekly, her eyes opening impossibly wide as she registered the items purpose becoming clearer and clearer… her cover was now effectively blown for good, there was no way Sachiko didn't know about her intentions now.
Sachiko, meanwhile, knelt before the items which rested around her, her hand selecting one which sent both realisation and regret surging throughout her mind. "Ah! No, Onee-sama… you're not supposed to…" Yumi trailed off, her voice wavering due to the lump in her throat.
As Yumi tried to feebly push the items away from Sachiko's sight, Sachiko halted her progress and motioned towards the banner which lay in her hand. It was a wonderful intention, and yet to Sachiko it had also been regrettable. Not the action itself but because of Sachiko's forgetfulness… how could she forget?
The banner which rested within Sachiko's hand said simply this:
"Happy Anniversary Onee-sama! Here's to a wonderful year and with hopefully many to come!"
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In the silence Sachiko still looked upon the banner which rested in her hands, her head turning to watch as Yumi retreated from her at an unsteady pace. Worry and concern were etched upon her face as she looked at Sachiko horrified, the back of her knees hitting the table with a definitive sound.
But in Sachiko's mind questions raced without answers, questions like; how could she have forgotten what tomorrow would mean to them? The significance was suddenly absolute and to forget was a travesty of justice. Sachiko could remember the most trivial of events but she had forgotten an event which should have meant more to her than even her birthday. It was the anniversary of when they first meet, and when they became Onee-sama and petite soeur.
This was why Yumi had been so evasive, and worried, recently. How would Yumi react if Sachiko was to tell her the truth? That she had forgotten a day which Yumi had spent her own free time to make even more special? How could Sachiko forget? For several weeks Sachiko had viewed tomorrow as nothing more than another day in a bust calendar, unremarkable and insignificant, but to Yumi, who actively prepared celebrations, it was perhaps the most important day of her life so far.
And Sachiko had never even known…
"I… I'm sorry, Onee-sama," Yumi whimpered, tears settling in her eyes "I didn't want you to see this. I've been planning this surprise for such a lone time, it was supposed to be a celebration of our time together and of our future, but I messed up. I was careless and now I've ruined everything… I'm so sorry Onee-sama."
As the tears began to drop to the floor, Sachiko instinctively rushed to Yumi's side. Worlessly, Sachiko wrapped her in a tender embrace, an embrace which Yumi gradually succumbed to as tears continued to flow down her cheeks. In the silence Yumi took the opportunity to snuggle further into the crook of Sachiko's neck, Sachiko silently holding her petite soeur closer as she felt her junior becoming almost woven into her skin.
"You have nothing to apologize for Yumi."
"B-But I…"
"No buts Yumi, please don't apologize for something so wonderful. Thank you so very much Yumi."
"Huh?" Yumi mumbled, retracting her head slightly so that she could listen better.
"Thank you for remembering Yumi, but please don't cry. If I see you cry when I'm in the wrong then I… I don't know what I would do." Sachiko whispered tenderly, her breath fanning Yumi's ear as she spoke.
"O-Onee-sama? What are you talking about?" Yumi asked, succumbing to the pleasurable embrace within seconds once again.
In the silence Yumi circled her arms around Sachiko's waist holding her tightly, as if she would disappear without a seconds notice. The pleasurable embrace more than welcomed by both parties, a secret longing which pressed them further against one another without acknowledging the others mutual consent to the proximity.
"I forgot… I forgot Yumi. I'm so sorry." Sachiko replied, pain and regret laced within every word she spoke.
"You forgot? What do you mean?" Yumi asked perplexed.
Why was Sachiko apologizing? In Yumi's mind, Sachiko had nothing to apologize for and even the suggestion that she did didn't sit right with Yumi. Sachiko would never harm her on purpose, Yumi knew this. Why would Sachiko apologize when it was she, Yumi, who was in the wrong? She had been the one to spoil such an important event; she had been careless and reacted impulsively. She should have waited till the early mornings like she had planned, and not reacted like an excitable child.
But as Yumi reinforced her misguided beliefs, Sachiko finally spoke up.
"I forgot it was our anniversary." Sachiko replied solemnly, Yumi grip stiffening at this unpleasant piece of news.
With closed eyes Sachiko heard Yumi's surprised, pained gasp; felt Yumi stiffen then slack within her arms, realisation finally dawning upon her beautiful yet surprised junior. Who could she have failed to such an extent? It was the only thought which consumed Sachiko mind at this time but she willed herself to press on, to reveal her deepest regret to the one she loved in secret.
"I'm sorry Yumi. After all we've been through, after the way you cared and supported me… I never even gave you the courtesy of remembering our anniversary. I forgot how long we had been together, the day that started it all. No Onee-sama would forget such a thing," Sachiko whispered sadly, the last words forming within her mind and she struggled to regain her composure, "Maybe I really am unsuitable of being your Onee-sama."
"No!" Yumi shouted instinctively, hugging Sachiko with such emphasis that they feel to the ground… Yumi's body, pressing, and lying as top of Sachiko who merely looked up with a blank expression. "Only you could ever be my Onee-sama. I don't care that you forgot about our anniversary, I don't even care about the anniversary itself. What I care about is; how much this is hurting you. I want you to be happy Onee-sama; I would do anything if I could see you smile again."
With these last words, Yumi pressed herself further into the crook of Sachiko's neck. Their bodies lying practically flush against each other; thigh to thigh, hip to hip, breast to breast. An intimate embrace which both precipitants revelled in and heightened with every gentle caress and discreet sigh of contentment, of course, neither girl was aware of the effect they were having on the other because they were far to enamoured by a contact they had both secretly craved.
It was at this point, however, that a faintly familiar memory flittered into view. This entire situation practically screamed de javu to Yumi because she had also been the one present in a similar situation only a few months ago with one Sato Sei, in place of Sachiko, who had been the Rosa Gigantea at the time.
If memory served her correctly, it had been nothing more than a stroke of luck to have found Sei within her old classroom. Yumi would never forget the look of bitterness and despondency which had washed over Sei's refined features, no doubt the memories of her high school life were beginning to haunt her promising future. So, in response to Sei's mood, Yumi proceeded to do everything in her power to make one of her closest friends smile again. Sei had been there for Yumi when others had not been, even her Onee-sama at times, and she remained even to this day a most important and cherished friend… she owed Sei a lot more than simple gesture of thanks.
Unfortunately the innocent request that followed Sei's words almost cost Yumi more than she had bargained for. Due to Sei's playfulness and Yumi's oblivious nature, Yumi was prepared to abide by her seniors request; a request for a single kiss to be placed on her lips. That was right if it had not been for Sei's evasion at the last moment, where Sei allowed Yumi's lips to touch her cheek rather than her lips, then Yumi would have lost her first kiss to a friend. Her first kiss would have been meaningless, an un-romantic moment between two friends where no future lied and no intimate affection was held.
But despite the relief Yumi felt that day there was one more thing she remembered most of all, and that was Sei's smile. Through Yumi's actions Sei's spirits had been lifted, her previously flirty behaviour coming back to the forefront of her behaviour in replace of the brooding woman that no one wanted to see. And in some hopeful part of her mind, Yumi hoped that her actions had in some way helped Sei to leave the Academy, and her petite soeur, without need for regret or worry.
This memory was still fresh and bared many similarities to the predicament she was currently faced with. A beautiful, brooding woman was once again in front of her as had been the case a few months ago and it now was up to Yumi to set her Onee-sama at ease. If she could help Sei in some way then Yumi would move heaven and earth to make Sachiko happy as well, she was her Onee-sama and so much more than what the title suggested.
"Onee-sama… I would do anything if it would make you smile again." Yumi whispered breathlessly.
And with those heartfelt words Yumi inched herself closer to Sachiko. The sudden intrusion into her personal space took Sachiko completely by surprise; her breathing hitching was further evidence of this fact. Watching, Sachiko felt Yumi slide up her body- they had kneeling on the floor together after all- and place a gentle kiss against the corner of her mouth. Sachiko's throat constricting as she felt Yumi's lips brush against the corner of her own in a faint yet mesmerizing kiss.
Yumi silently cursed herself for her lack of bravery, she had been meaning for the kiss to be placed directly on Sachiko's lips, where no apologizes could be made or interpretations could be considered, but she chickened out at the last possible second. Only when she felt the corner of Sachiko's mouth did she freeze on the spot, her eyes bulging at the intimate contact, and in a moment of realisation Yumi retreated from Sachiko's side.
But before Yumi could create further distance from her Onee-sama, Sachiko quickly caught Yumi and wrapped her in a firm yet meaningful embrace. Sachiko's body now lying on top of Yumi's in a similar moment to their previous intimacy, Yumi's breath hitched at the contact and Sachiko silently placed a deliberate kiss against her petite soeur's forehead.
"Thank you, Yumi." Sachiko said, her head burrowing into the crook of Yumi's neck.
"Onee-sama?"
"You've done enough. You don't have to go any further for my sake. You've shown me far more kindness than I deserve, and how far you would take things to ensure my happiness; it's enough, you don't have to burden yourself anymore."
"What are you talking about?" Yumi gasped, "You're not a burden to me. I want you to be happy, I would give you anything if it would make you happy."
"But don't you see Yumi." Sachiko pausing at Yumi's puzzled look, "You could never give me what I truly desire. So please, all I ask is that you never change, that you remain honest and continue to stand by my side like you always have. I ask nothing more from you."
Frustration consumed Yumi's mind as she listened to Sachiko, listened to words which cut deep and did nothing but cause further heart ache. She was being treated like a child again, Sachiko always did this. She would shut herself out from the world and never ask for comfort or even turn to a person who would listen to her worries. Even after a year together, it seemed as if Yumi could still not be trusted.
"What do you mean?" Yumi asked, hurt laced in her voice "Do you see me as weak? Unworthy? Let me prove myself to you, whatever it is you want I will do my best to make it happen."
To Sachiko's surprise she heard confidence and conviction within Yumi's voice accompanied by a stern gaze which did not waver. It was at this point that Sachiko knew if she asked Yumi for a kiss, her young petite soeur would have granted it because that was just how much Yumi loved and cared for her. But she could not ask such a thing, it was immoral and dishonest. Yumi loved her, yes, but as a younger sister lovers her elder, it was a familial love nothing more. She would not take more from Yumi then she already had, she would not take Yumi's first intimate experience.
But even so, to know that Yumi was prepared to go to any lengths to grant Sachiko her wish, this unexpected comprehension made Sachiko fall even more in love with her petite soeur. Why did she have to be so wonderful? Why did she have no imperfections whatsoever?
"No Yumi, it's…" Sachiko breathed deeply before starting again "You don't understand, you couldn't understand…"
"I'll do whatever you want Onee-sama." Yumi interjected "I'm strong enough, you know me. I always pull through for the ones I love."
Like before Sachiko heard every word Yumi spoke but this time it was voiced in a mixture of hurt and sadness, both cutting deep into Sachiko's fragile psyche. But for Yumi questions upon questions mounted on top of each other, drowning her in a depression which could not be described. How much longer would Sachiko continue to distrust her? How much long would she stay silent and not confide in a petite soeur who wanted to help her? She felt blessed the day Sachiko, willingly, offered her rosary. But now, now that she was Sachiko's petite soeur, Yumi didn't know what she was supposed to do. Yumi wanted nothing more than to support and comfort her Onee-sama, let her vent if necessary, but how could she do anything like that when she didn't even know what was wrong in the first place.
"Yumi," Sachiko whispered cutting the through brunette's thoughts. "It would be unfair to you. You don't feel the same way I do; you could never feel the things I feel for you."
The whisper was low and slightly hoarse but Yumi heard it all and she was very tired of this. She was tired of being distrusted, tired of having to overcome sleepless nights as she pondered Sachiko's sudden change in behaviour but most important of all she was tired of these feelings. From before even their first meeting, Yumi had prior knowledge of Sachiko. But it was only when she saw Sachiko for who she really was, spent time with her, and grew accustomed to their proximity, that she started to fall hopelessly in love. Yumi had been in love with Sachiko since the rosary had been placed around her neck and to have been told that she held no feelings for her Onee-sama was not only frustrating but incredibly wrong.
Yumi would not stand for Sachiko's, unintentional, slander anymore. Sachiko claimed that she could never feel the same way, fine, because she was right. Her Onee-sama was right, not in subject, but in form because in Yumi's mind Sachiko could never reciprocate the longing she held for Sachiko. Yumi was deeply, hopelessly, in love with her elder sister and she was finally going to prove it. She just needed some sort of plan.
No matter what would happen from this point on Yumi had decided that she would get her feelings out in the open, not just for her sake, but for Sachiko's too. It didn't matter that this could cost her dearly; that she could be stripped of her soeurship for such unsisterly behaviour, or perhaps even mocked for harbouring such hopeless feelings. By the end of today she would show Sachiko the extent of her love, and how badly she desired the breath-taking blunette.
"I don't feel the same way," Yumi seethed "Well then, feel this!"
And with those final utterances Yumi placed her hands against Sachiko's unblemished cheeks, Sachiko's eyes widening at the sudden realisation of what was about to happen, as Yumi leaned in for a kiss. A gentle and unhurried kiss.
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Shocked by the affectionate contact, Sachiko felt her body slack in Yumi's grasp. Just like Yumi, the kiss was gentle and paced at just the right speed. Her lips are so soft, Sachiko thought as they gently brushed against her own. Before Sachiko could get over the initial shock, Yumi clasped Sachiko's hands in her own and leaned in further to deepen the kiss.
Arms wrapped around Sachiko's neck in a slow drawn out fashion, a thin curvaceous body pressed against her in silent eagerness, the swell of Yumi's developing bosom becoming prominent in Sachiko's mind. In the silence, and Sachiko's state of deliria, Yumi pressed herself even further against her senior, deepening the kiss with precise, slow movements, her jaw contracting to allow movement of her tongue.
Everything Yumi did was slow, calculating and blissfully amazing. She may have had no experience of such things but that did not mean she had not imagined it. She wanted Sachiko to be her first, in more ways than one, and Yumi was going to do things properly. This was not about lust, a need for skin to skin contact… that would come later. For now this was all about fulfilling a fantasy, sending a message, which she prayed Sachiko would comprehend. But by the one sided kiss, Yumi knew that her Onee-sama needed more time to think.
But despite her inner grumblings Yumi continued to kiss Sachiko. She had meant for this kiss to be chaste and quick but the feel of Sachiko's lips, the taste which lingered within her mouth and the scent which permeated through her nostrils forced her to forget her previous promise. Sachiko was beautiful, she tasted utterly divine… Yumi wanted to feel every texture, every crevice of Sachiko's body but most of all she wanted the kiss to mean something. The kiss may have been simple and paced in an unhurried manner but this was how Yumi wanted it. This kiss resembled far more than just the tender act, or even her feelings for Sachiko. This kiss showed Sachiko that she would be gentle, that she didn't desire Sachiko's just for her body but her personality and mind as well.
She put all her emotion into the kiss. Her lips moving enticingly within, around and against the gaping lips which moistened under prolonged contact. Seeking further contact, Yumi's hands drifted into Sachiko's hair, caressing the strands within her fingers, before lowering her head for even greater contact.
Feeling rather adventurous in her delirious state, Yumi brought Sachiko's lower lip into her mouth; biting softly on the fleshy material before sucking on it repeatedly. Little did Yumi know that Sachiko was holding her in place, begging for the contact to be real… that this was not a dream. As Yumi detached for a momentary gasp of air, a small strand of saliva parted from their previously interconnected lips… the pair watching the others moistened lips with a discernible note of arousal.
With the supply of oxygen forgotten Yumi leaned back into the kiss, Sachiko meeting her half way although at the time Yumi had not known that. Pursing her lips against Sachiko's, Yumi maintained the kiss they shared for many lengthy seconds while slowly manoeuvring Sachiko against the hard wooden floor. Sachiko realised her back had made contact with the floor but she did not know it at first, she was far too intoxicated by the feel of Yumi's lips on hers. The taste of peach sending bolts of electricity throughout every nerve in her body, so much so that her body jolted slightly at points within the kiss.
This was incredible, Yumi was actually kissing her. But not only was Yumi kissing her but she was treating Sachiko with care and deference, the kiss was not rushed or messy but gentle and loving. But of course that was Yumi in a nut shell. She had always been the Angel of Lillian, possessor of a gentle and warm heart which could move people in more ways than one… Sachiko could attest to that.
Nervously Sachiko attempted to respond to the act but she just couldn't will herself to break this contact, the fear of jolting Yumi to some form of conscience was still fresh on her mind. So she remained still, not moving an inch as Yumi moved in a slow, methodical pace. She still capitulated within Yumi's capable hands; the feel of Yumi's hands stroking her cheek on occasion, the sensation of her hair being tousled under Yumi's delicate fingers and the taste of Yumi all but consumed her thoughts and the smile which was threatening to disturb Yumi's attentive care.
Sachiko never wanted this to stop, never. Not only had this been more affection than Sachiko had expected from Yumi, but it also meant more and felt better than any imaginings she had previously had when Yumi and Sachiko kissed in her dreams. How could her dreams have ever matched up to this? There was so much love within this kiss, so much… ah, just everything. So she refused to move, staying stiff and in place while Yumi embraced her and kissed her with a building intensity which never threatened to overwhelm the pair.
For a time Yumi and Sachiko simply stayed lip locked, the chimes from the clock the only sound which greeted the pair, as they occasionally moved for greater perch on the others lips. Unfortunately Yumi hadn't moved for quite a while, her elbows taking the brunt of her weight, and as evidence of the strain Yumi eventually broke the kiss. The pain and need for air becoming a necessity to Yumi's wellbeing as she began to gasp in much needed air, reminiscent of a man drowning at sea. But as Yumi gasped for air, sat up on all fours like a cat, Sachiko silently moved closer her eyes scanning over Yumi's notably dishevelled appearance.
To Sachiko's delight Yumi's lips were slightly red and puffy, evidence of the kiss they had shared only moments ago, a delightful tongue tasting the remnants of Sachiko's taste. Sweat matted the front of Yumi's hair, plastering it to her forehead but the most enticing of all was the smile which had been placed there ever since her lips had been placed against Sachiko's. Looking further down Yumi's figure Sachiko noticed her dishevelled clothing, crumpled from the intimate kiss no doubt.
This had all been wonderful and, in Sachiko's mind, Yumi deserved some kind of reward. She did not want to be impassive this time, no; she wanted to be the instigator, the reciprocator, in this moment. Yumi had kissed her and Sachiko had barely moved to return such affections, fear and shock had stiffened her body to Yumi's caresses, but she would not allow that to happen a second time.
So within the growing silence which consisted within the rooms interior, Sachiko noiselessly approached Yumi whose back remained turned, her panting having not subsided just yet. Without a secondary thought or sound Sachiko gently slithered her arms around her petite's soeurs waist, Yumi stiffening at the sudden touch.
Realising what she had done to her Onee-sama Yumi attempted to move away. Fearing the rejection she had been expecting all along, not a single memory of Sachiko's lips pressing against her own was recounted in this moment. In Yumi's mind she had been the sole instigator, but most horrifically of all… she had forced this entire situation on Sachiko. Yumi was terrified, had she destroyed the bond she had helped forge between them? Had she pressured her own Onee-sama into such an intimate situation?
And as evidence of her traumatised mind, Yumi contemplated something completely ridiculous.
'Did I just ravish the woman I love…?'
Regret and sorrow replaced elation and contentment, Sachiko completely unaware of this as she nestled her head into the crook of her junior's neck. Sachiko could not see the range of emotions displayed upon Yumi's face. Could not see the fear, disgust, regret and pity which all vied for supremacy. Sachiko was pressed into Yumi's back, her arms circling with a sturdy grip, her breasts pressing against Yumi's upper back as she tried to look into her petite soeurs face.
"Onee-sama… I…I" Yumi whimpered, her head sagging at the painful implications which were sure to be had.
How could she ever look her Onee-sama in the eyes after everything that had taken place today?
Would she no longer be permitted to see her ever again? Or even keep the title of petite soeur?
"Onee-sama… I'm so… sorry!" Yumi cried, her body trembling within Sachiko's grasp.
But before Yumi could continue, and essentially beg for forgiveness, Sachiko quickly detached her arms and kneeled in front of her traumatised junior. And as Yumi looked at her, trying to muster up as much sincerity as she could, Sachiko did something quite unexpected. She leaned forward, lifting Yumi's head by her chin, and placed a delicate kiss against Yumi's parting lips.
The kiss was as slow as before but only this time Sachiko had control of its momentum, and boy did Sachiko know how to take a lead. Every kiss told a million things and contained emotions which she had only recently solved; Sachiko's longing, her desire and love was poured into this kiss. Yumi's smaller body became nothing but putty in Sachiko's deepening caresses, but neither would have had it any other way.
Parting from the kiss after another long session of intimacy, Sachiko spoke to Yumi. "Please don't apologize Yumi, never apologize. I have wanted this for so long but I just… I never believed it was possible."
"I know what you mean," Yumi giggled lightly, her eyes watching Sachiko's lips "I've loved you for so long and to know that you feel the same. It's like a dream come true."
"This is more than a dream… my dear Yumi. This is real. I love you with all my heart."
"As do I." Yumi smiled, a tear slipping from her eye. "Am I dreaming? I can't be this lucky, can I?
"You are not dreaming Yumi, and you are this lucky," Sachiko teased earning laughter from her junior. "But don't let my words prove it… let this…"
And with that Sachiko leaned in for another kiss, Yumi deepening it upon contact. The kiss was becoming more urgent this time around, not necessarily messy, this was their first time after all, but definitely more heated. The evidence of this very fact was in the way Yumi now sat upon Sachiko's lap… their hands gliding over the fabric of the others Lillian uniforms.
Keeping her in place, Sachiko placed one hand against Yumi's back while the other became entangled within lush's locks of brunette hair. Yumi could hardly hide her grin as she felt Sachiko press her head towards against her senior's, intensifying the kiss as they tentatively experimented with each other's tongues.
With slightly clumsiness Sachiko and Yumi rolled their tongues around one another, the pacing of their hearts increasing with every practised movement. Being the stronger of the two, Sachiko managed to manipulate Yumi's tongue persistently; moans of ecstasy ringing within the sparse tea room as Yumi capitulated within the French kiss.
Feeling a need for more intimacy, Sachiko placed Yumi legs in between her own, their long limbs pressing against one another as they kissed with a gradually increasing intensity. It was only when Yumi felt her pulsing sex pressing against her senior's that the tenderness began to subside slightly, being replaced with hunger and yet appreciation at the same time.
But unfortunately, like most things, there moment of intimacy was cut short yet again by the nagging issue of oxygen deprivation. Funny how the one thing that kept them alive was also the one thing which kept them from each other. Taking the moment both girl's licked their lips tasting an assortment of sweet and blissful flavours which could only be related to one another. In the case of Yumi a peachy flavour which would leave Sachiko practically watering by the mouth, sometimes even literally. And in the case of Sachiko, Yumi tasted an irrefutable sweetness which had no equal, no comparison could be made to the taste Yumi had indulged in but she wanted it more than anything she had ever craved before; even her delicious peaches which she so loved.
"Did that prove it?" Sachiko asked sincerely, a glint shining in her eyes as she viewed Yumi's flushed cheeks.
"Hm? I'm not so sure Onee-sama. I think I could go for a second helping." Yumi teased
"Oh I'll give you a second helping alright. I'll give you as many as you want."
As Sachiko said this she inched ever closer to Yumi's lips, never touching, but teasing in a delectable way which both enticed Yumi and infuriated her. No one could have been more irresistible than Sachiko at this moment, and as further evidence of this, the usually passive Fukuzawa Yumi leapt towards Sachiko and kissed her with reckless abandonment.
Crashing against the floor below, their arms encircling one another, both girls indulged in the taste that never knew they could crave so much. Apprehension and nervousness had been stripped away from them completely, all there was… was want and a need for more than the simple act of kissing.
So, it was no surprise when a shirt was lifted and a hand keenly traced the contours of the others stomach. But what was surprising about this act was that it had not been implemented by Sachiko but by Yumi instead. Constricting under Yumi's blissful attention, Sachiko attempted to think clearly but was stopped when Yumi's fingers brushed against the underside of her breast. Was Yumi trying to drive her mad?
"If… If you…" Sachiko gasped repeatedly.
"If I… what? Onee-sama?" Yumi teased a knowing tint in her voice.
"If you stop what you are doing… I will never forgive you."
"Good," Yumi whispered seductively into Sachiko's ear, "Because I never even thought about stopping."
With that another hand joined Yumi's circling trail, Sachiko's body jostling under the blissful treatment as the electricity shot through ever nerve which surrounded Yumi's attentive fingers. Smiling at Sachiko's heavy breathing and almost spasmic response, Yumi dragged her fingers up Sachiko's sides with slow deliberation. Sachiko's muttered, blissful moans filling the room as she rolled on her front… the contact becoming far too stimulating.
Big mistake because the moment Sachiko rolled onto her front Yumi pounced, lying directly on top of Sachiko who now remained trapped by the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen. But Sachiko's torture did not stop there. While Yumi continued to trail her fingers down Sachiko's toned and soft body, she also began to roll her hips in fascinating succession. Sachiko feeling her ass being pressed by Yumi's eager sex, the feel of Yumi's repeated thrusts setting Sachiko's mind ablaze.
"What appears to be the matter, Onee-sama?" Yumi moaned teasingly into Sachiko's ear.
"You… You…oh!" Sachiko muttered, every pounding causing her body to shiver at the delightful contact. Who would have known that such a side existed in the seemingly sweet and innocent Yumi?
"Is there something I can do? Do you require my," Yumi's fingers slipped onto the flesh of Sachiko's backside, "thorough care?"
"Yumi, Sachiko. Please call me Sachiko?" Sachiko whimpered, Yumi's palm rubbing her back side while the other held her chin upwards allowing further kisses from Yumi.
"Alright… Sachiko." Yumi broke her character for a moment and placed a gentle kiss against Sachiko's cheek, an acknowledgement of thanks during such an intimate time.
But, due to the utterance of her name, and the loving kiss, Sachiko reacted in a momentary blaze of need and wanton lust. Pushing herself up, Sachiko took Yumi in her arms and pushed her against the top of the table, pushing aside papers which no doubt consisted of tomorrow's meeting. Laughing at Sachiko's desperation for contact, she was momentarily silenced when her clothing was pushed aside and Sachiko's lips descended upon the flesh of her stomach.
"Ah! Oh!" Yumi moaned as Sachiko arched Yumi's back for greater contact, her lips tracing feverishly over every crevice and dip of Yumi's torso.
In an effort for something to do to counter act the electricity racing through her system, Yumi sat up slightly her legs wrapping around Sachiko's torso as Sachiko continued her exploration. Without ask for permission, Sachiko immediately seized upon Yumi's legs her fingers rubbing the underside of her legs which caused Yumi to squirm in absolute rapture.
"T-This… When did you learn all this?" Yumi mumbled
Remembering Yumi's previous actions, and in an effort to satisfy her increasing lust, Sachiko sat up slightly on the table, one leg remaining on the floor for balance, and began to thrust her hips in hurried motions. With every thrust from Sachiko hips, Yumi's breath hitched; the feeling of her sex being pounded by her Onee-sama was far more pleasurable than she liked to admit.
"In my dreams." Sachiko gasped, the proximity effecting more than Yumi.
But as their moments of intimacy began to increase exponentially, Sachiko suddenly slipped from the table. Sachiko's knee, which had been supporting her, had slipped from underneath her due to one miscalculated thrust of her hips. Rather embarrassingly Sachiko was sent crashing to the floor, her back becoming sore from the contact.
"Onee-sama!" Yumi screamed, the utterance of her name would perhaps take time.
Rushing to Sachiko's side, Yumi intended to check on her 'girlfriends', and they both knew they were, condition but was immediately rolled to the floor by the very same person who had landed rather awkwardly. Placing Yumi beneath her, Sachiko continued to kiss Yumi with the same intensity they had silently agreed upon moments earlier. Yumi attempts of questioning Sachiko's welfare being repeatedly interrupted by Sachiko's lips.
"Sa...Sach…Sachiko…w…wait…are…you al…alright?" Yumi asked despite Sachiko's desperation to keep her silent.
In truth, Sachiko could care less about the slight tenderness she felt in her lower back, she just wanted indulge in this moment, in Yumi, again and again. To taste of flavour that she could no longer describe but yearned for none the less. Not even in her wildest dreams had she imagined such a moment, such intimacy with the one she loved; Yumi. This was the most intimate, tender and arousing experience Sachiko had ever been a part of… and she didn't want it to end anytime soon.
Meanwhile, however, Yumi began to slowly capitulate within the kiss, returning it with urgency and need as time passed but while she lost herself in the kiss she did not forget about Sachiko's wellbeing. Silently, Yumi's unoccupied hand stroked the tender area of Sachiko's lower back with both consideration and care.
Noticing this behaviour Sachiko smiled into the case they were intertwined in, even at a time like this Yumi still cared for her personal wellbeing… she was making sure her Onee-sama was safe and unharmed. Even in her mind Sachiko admitted; that she was the luckiest person in the world right now.
Breaking the kiss, Sachiko spoke fondly. "You really do care for me, don't you?"
"More than you could ever know." Yumi whispered gently, eyes shining with honesty and elation.
Smiling up at Yumi, Sachiko rested her head against the floor while Yumi rested a top of her.
"I must be the luckiest woman in the world right now."
"Yeah, we both are." Yumi whispered, mewling at the feel of Sachiko's hand brushing through her brunette locks.
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"Stay with me tonight, Yumi." Sachiko whispered into the darkness.
"What?"
Panicked, Yumi sat up turning to face Sachiko with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. She could not be suggesting what I think she's suggesting, could she?
Puzzled, Sachiko lifted herself up and faced Yumi.
"Yumi? What's the matter, don't you like the idea?"
"No, but… but… I'm not ready. I haven't even…"
But before Yumi could embarrass herself, Sachiko hastily interrupted "No, please, don't misunderstand my intentions Yumi. I didn't mean it like that. I just want to spend the entire day with you, we won't go further than simple kisses but I want to feel you asleep beside me… just for today, is that okay with you?"
"Y-Yes… of course Onee-sama."
"Yumi!" Sachiko stated sternly.
"What?"
"Sachiko, please, call me Sachiko. You have earned that right, and so much more."
"Okay, Sachiko."
And with that Sachiko helped Yumi up to her feet, tidying their appearances with small kisses in between, and headed to the Ogasawara Mansion. Their night of festivities had only just begun.
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Author's Note: This is a new, improved and redevised addition of the previous chapter. Some things have been omitted and will be recycled for later use while others will just be straight out trashed.
I must admit, every time I came back to this story, and read through the story from top to bottom, I couldn't help but groaned at how stupid it was. The writing was overly lustful, more like an ill-advised hentai at some points, and the writing which accompanied it was just woeful. Everything felt to forced, so out of character that I couldn't stand it any longer.
Which is why this is a new version of the chapter, there will also be further chapters forthcoming which will be based around heavy smut, romance etc but it will also be conducive to an interesting plot, situations and things you may not see in heated Fan Fictions (I have quite a depraved imagination believe me.) :P
I also changed Yumi's and Sachiko's characterization quite a bit from the initial chapter, when reading it back it didn't seem right, and I mean at all. Yumi is supposed to be gentle and kind. She would never act so lustfully because of her own doubts and inexperience, the previous creation was so farfetched and laughable that it wasn't even funny. Sachiko while stern and seemingly cold to most is also a young teenage girl who loves Yumi deeply; so when I saw her suddenly ripping her clothes etc I found myself groaning and shaking my head. Some out of place scenes are fine (I.e. Yumi humping Sachiko's backside because that is just sexy) because emotion can cause a change in behaviour but not a drastic change. So I made the necessary decision to change it, in keeping with the characters drives and motivations.
The story will centre on Yumi and the relationships she wishes to maintain, it will be interesting and involve many girls… in many situations. So don't think Sachiko is alone in vying for Yumi's affections, a lot will happen and Yumi will be forced to make decision which could affect her happiness as well others.
I am also considering deleting the previous chapters all together, unless enough readers voice their displeasure to this idea. I know there was more sexual content in the previous one, so some people might want it to be kept.
And I also have some news concerning Love Will Tear Us Apart which will be announced the next time I update Forever Drifting. It may take a little time due to my planned holiday, which is coming up in 6 days, but I will return to Forever Drifting soon. I've had to reprioritize some things due to life's annoying habits (Exams, crazy ex-girlfriend etc)
Any opinions or criticism can be left in a review. I enjoy reading your reviews because they have helped me improve greatly as a writer; seriously take a look at the original chapter of this story and then this one. The difference in quality is substantial, and it is due to suggestions from readers and the like.
Well I better go but I hope you enjoyed the story, the next chapter should be updated sometime next month but I assure you it will be worth the wait :D
All the best dear readers.