Disclaimer: I do not own Maria-sama Ga Miteru. Probably for the best. Yumi-centered harem, anyone?
A/N: This thing gets dark. Each chapter, as a rule, will have adult themes, including sexual situations, kink, and frickafrak (Fifty Shades of Yumi?). Each chapter will have warnings at the beginning detailing the kinks involved. If any of the kinks mentioned are a possible trigger for you: PLEASE do not read. Also, please no kink-shaming or flaming for the sake of flaming. Don't wanna read? By all means, I will not be offended.
You'll notice, for those of you who follow the light novel / anime pretty closely and know that I like to keep my writing in tandem with the real plot and events, that I changed a couple things from canon in this chapter. Not a lot, only a couple small things. This is on purpose and not a mistake in the writing process. Let me know if this bothers you, but I changed it to help make the chapter flow better.
Enjoy!
WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Strip-tease, Tribadism, brief biting/scratching, Paraphilia: used panties, and shared masturbation. Also, adolescent relations (of course).
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Chapter 4
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On the first weekend of the New Year, which also happened to be the second day of the year, I arrived at Sachiko Ogasawara's front gate.
When my mother handed me a hand-written letter from Sachiko herself only a few days prior, I had considered not attending the girls-only New Year's party at her home. But after Yumi called me to ask if I was also going, I couldn't find it in me to refuse. Apparently, I wanted to spend more time with Yumi enough to put up with going to a slumber party with everyone else.
It wasn't as though I disliked slumber parties, or even group gatherings – the Chirstmas Eve party at the Rose Mansion notwithstanding. It was more like I wanted to spend time with Yumi, alone. A group gathering of the other Yamayurikai members was a bit too crowded for my liking, but I was willing to overlook it if it made Yumi happy.
What a good Petite Soeur I was.
Saying goodbye to my mother until the following afternoon – I planned to ride the bus home with Yumi the next morning – I stepped up to the curb and raised my hand in a small wave as my mother drove off. As the car turned the corner, I felt my lips tighten in a frown. She and I still hadn't really sat ourselves down and talked after that day I ran off, and neither had my father and I. It wasn't really for lack of trying on either of our parts; it was just a wish to not 'rock the boat', for lack of a better term. Things had been good – pleasant even – since then, and no one was really willing to break the peace.
Sighing softly, I made to turn towards the entrance to the Ogasawara house when I heard my name being called further down the sidewalk. I blinked, turning my head towards the voice and my frown immediately lightened into a pleased smile at who I saw.
Yumi was walking in my direction, or rather the direction of Sachiko's house, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a pink sweater, her hair done up in her usual pigtails. She hefted her overnight back in her arms, and shouldered it so she could wave at me as she approached.
I smiled as she trotted up to me, and dipped my head respectively. "Happy New Year, Onee-sama." I said. "It's lovely to see you."
The grin Yumi sent my way chased away any further bad feelings that lingered from my mother's departure. "You too, Touko-chan. Happy New Year." She said happily. She looked around me and gestured towards the entryway to Sachiko's house. "Is everyone else already here?"
I shrugged with one shoulder. "I don't know. I only just arrived here myself."
Smiling, Yumi nodded in understanding. "Alright then, shall we go in?"
I agreed and fell into step behind Yumi as we crossed the threshold into the Ogasawara compound. It took more than a few minutes after gaining entry from the gate to arrive at the main house, but once we finally got there Yumi rang the doorbell and stepped back, waiting. After a few moments, she turned to me.
"I'm happy you decided to come tonight, Touko-chan." She said, smiling at my brightly.
I dipped my head slightly. "Of course I came, Onee-sama. You asked me to."
At that, Yumi tilted her head to the side slightly. "Would you not have if I hadn't asked you to?"
Turning away from her, I sighed. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." I said, leaving it at that.
The pair of us went silent again, this time not starting another conversation until the door opened. I broke my gaze away from the nearby tree to turn back towards to the doorway, and blinked as my eyes took in an uncommon sight.
Sachko stood there in the opened doorway, her hands placed perfectly on top of each other across her stomach, dressed in a kimono of green and earthy tones. Her hair was her usual straightened dark style, and her pleased smile was one of expectation.
"Hello Yumi, Touko-chan," She said happily, turning her face from me to her Soeur. "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, Onee-sama!" Yumi chirped, her smile all-too wide and infectious. Even I had to smile at her tone.
"Happy New Year, Sachiko-sama." I said softly, bobbing my head in a bow. "Is everyone else here already?"
At that, Sachiko blinked. "Actually, no. They have not. I wrote an earlier time on your invitations."
"Oh?" Yumi said curiously. "Did you need our help setting up?"
Sachiko hesitated, her eyes flicking back from me to Yumi, and then back to me again. "Well, we could certainly use the assistance. But only after I speak with the two of you first." She stepped aside, allowing us to enter her home. Yumi did first, followed by me.
After we changed to the indoor shoes Yumi's Soeur provided, we followed her down the main hallway to what I assumed would be the room the party would be held in. Only after a few quiet moments, though, Sachiko cleared her throat.
"So, you two have become Soeurs?"
I blinked, caught slightly off guard at the older girl's words. I hadn't told her, but a quick look to my Onee-sama answered just who had told her. I shrugged off Yumi's slightly guilty look; it wasn't like us becoming Soeurs was a big secret anyway. Everybody would find out sooner or later. Not only that, but I pretty much expected Yumi to tell Sachiko that I accepted her Rosary by now, if not days before.
What I did expect was for Yumi to keep everything else a secret, however. But, from Sachiko's tone and how she led into the subject, it looked as though Yumi hadn't said anything about that.
"Yes. I accepted her Rosary on Christmas Eve." I said simply. Yumi and I exchanged quick smiles and I tilted my head to the side. "When did she tell you, if I may ask, Sachiko-sama?"
"Oh, the day after Christmas." The girl replied with a lilt to her voice. "I imagine it must have taken some time for the feeling to wear out enough for her to want to share it with me. I can understand that. It too me about three days before I told me own Onee-sama that Yumi accepted my Rosary."
"Really?" Yumi laughed. "I don't remember that."
"Well, it was after a weekend, Yumi. I naturally waited until the start of the next week to tell her."
"Hah… of course." Yumi chuckled, chagrined.
"So, did you just want to confirm that we are indeed Soeurs?" I asked softly as we turned a corner. I caught Yumi's surprised look out of the corner of my eye as Sachiko stopped to turn back towards me.
"Of course not, Touko-chan." She said simply. "I wanted to tell you both how happy I am for you." She reached out towards myself and Yumi, who stepped forward and grabbed Sachiko's hand with hers. After a moment I did the same, and I blushed at the suddenly beatific smile that graced Yumi's Onee-sama's face. "I can't tell you how pleased I am that the both of you found each other. I was worried for the longest time that you two didn't get along, that there was something between you two that made it so you would never see eye to eye, or agree with one another. That the both of you found that you can agree, can get along, and can become so close as to become Soeurs… it fills me with more happiness than I ever thought possible."
"Onee-sama…" Yumi murmured softly.
"Yumi," Sachiko said, turning her attention to her Soeur. "I know you think you always need to catch up, to try harder than you think you do, that you always aren't good enough. I can tell you that you are wrong. You are good enough, you don't need to catch up, and that everything you do you succeed at. You will be a great, loving, and perfect Grande Soeur. I can feel it in my heart."
"Onee-sama!" Yumi breathed, clutching at the older girl's hand tightly with her own. "Thank you." She said after a moment.
"Of course, Yumi. It's the truth." Sachiko said, eliciting a nod from Yumi. She then turned towards me.
"Touko-chan, I know you better than most of your friends and acquaintances, and because of that I know you always strive to be the best that you can be in all things. In school, in your club activities, and as a person. I also know that, because of that, you are also your hardest critic. It's okay to relax once in a while and open up to others. Yumi is your Soeur now, and she can be that person. She can be your shoulder to cry on, and she can be your ear to listen to your words. Whenever you feel as though it's too much, just let Yumi help you. It's what she can, and what she wants to do."
I nodded stiffly, knowing exactly what Sachiko was talking about. I inwardly wondered how long she had known about my situation with my parents, before realizing that she must have known about as long as Suguru had. I should have been irritated at her words, as I was whenever Suguru brought it up… but I could also tell how sincere Sachiko was being, and I chose instead to accept her words at face value.
"Thank you, Sachiko-sama. I will remember your advice, and thank you for your words." I said simply.
Sachiko searched my eyes for a long moment and then, finding what she was looking for, nodded happily. "Well, that's enough of that. I should think I would like to take you girls up on your earlier offer to help set up. Would you be so kind?"
Yumi and I exchanged a tired look, knowing we pretty much asked for this by showing up 'fashionably on time'.
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Finding our target room was harder than I originally thought.
Sachiko's home was large – much larger than mine. There were easily a dozen different rooms, and that was in the west wing alone. The east wing had just as many, with side rooms built into most of them. It was all too easy to get lost if you didn't keep your sense of direction sharp.
I had spent a little time there when I was younger, so I had vague memories of finding my way through the winding hallways and tatami rooms. I would have thought that Yumi, as Sachiko's Soeur, would be more familiar with the layout of her house, but form the way she followed at my shoulder, it seemed as though she was more lost that I was.
"Are you sure you know where you are going, Touko-chan?" The older girl murmured beside me.
I arched an eyebrow towards her in question, but kept up my pace. "I believe so, Onee-sama. Sachiko-sama mentioned the Ribbonfish Room was in the east wing, first floor, and we are here. All we need to do is find it, complete whatever challenge is in the room for this 'Human Board Game', and then return to the others."
The girl nodded, flicking her eyes around the hallway around us. She seemed pretty out of her depth, and I wondered why.
"Have you not been to Sachiko-sama's house before, Onee-sama?" I asked before I could stop myself.
The girl blinked, and smiled at me. "Not really." She admitted bashfully. "I mean, I spent some time with her over the summer. You remember that party where I gave rice as a gift?"
I felt my cheeks color at the memory, slightly ashamed of my behavior at the time. It hadn't been one of my prouder moments, with my previous attitude towards Yumi. I rather wanted to forget about it, truthfully. I mumbled something to that effect, causing Yumi to laugh lightly.
"Don't worry. My mother thought it was funny, right?"
I nodded slowly, remembering Yumi's mother's reaction when the subject of her daughter being given the name 'Princess Koshihikari' by the other girls came up, because she had shown up with the aforementioned named bag of rice as a gift. Only in retrospect, and after getting to know her family a little bit, did I realize the significance of such a gift.
"I guess so." I said, still slightly embarrassed.
"Oh—"Suddenly Yumi breathed in, taking a wide step ahead of me towards a door. Only when she held her hand out – her slim index finger pointed towards it – did I notice the piece of paper taped on the sliding door.
Ribbonfish Room.
"Well, I guess now we found it, didn't we?" I muttered, perhaps unnecessarily. Yumi nodded regardless and slid the door open, stepping aside to let me through. I nodded my head in thanks and entered the room, looking around. The room itself was empty; just a typical eight tatami mat room. The only thing that really stood out was the pieces of cloth placed on the floor, neatly folded and a basket in the middle of the room. Even at a glance I could recognize what they were and my lips curled into a smirk, my mind racing.
"Is that…?" Yumi asked, stepping up beside me.
"Yes." I said, kneeling down beside one of the folded piles of cloth to feel it with my fingers. It was silk; cool and soft. "Pieces of a kimono. It is clear that one of us must wear it as the challenge, Onee-sama."
"Oh." She said in understanding. "Who should where it?"
I turned to look at the older girl, arching my eyebrow expectantly. In most cases like this, it was the younger sister to be delegated to perform the more mundane tasks, such as undressing and redressing for a game like this. But for the opportunity to see Yumi take off her clothes, I was prepared to fight her on this.
Seeing my face, Yumi crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at me. "What?" She said suddenly, as if already reading my thoughts.
Fine, I could play this game.
Turning fully towards her, I crossed my arms in the same way she did and raised my chin. "Isn't it obvious? You need to put on the kimono for the game, and then we are to return to Sayako-Oba-sama and Sachiko-sama before the others complete their task."
"W-why do I have to put on the Kimono?" Yumi said, her tone turning petulant.
Feeling my lip curl, I stood my ground. "Because we don't have a lot of time, and your clothes are simpler to change than mine are." I gestured to my one-piece – a similar one to the Chinese-style dress I wore to Yumi's house the previous week before Christmas. In all honesty, it only looked complicated to slip on and off. Actually all it needed was to undo the catch behind my neck and the rest of it loosens to the point of practically falling off me. But I wasn't going to tell her that.
"Maybe…" My Onee-sama murmured, unsure. She then eyed me curiously. "Are you sure this isn't some attempt to see me naked?"
I snorted indelicately. "If I wanted to see you naked, Onee-sama, I would simply ask it. You should know me well enough for that, at least." I tiled my head and tapped my upper lip with my finger. "Actually, I would like to see you naked. So this is just a bonus."
Despite the situation, Yumi laughed at that. "I guess." She finally said, her shoulders lifting and falling again in a sigh. "Fine, at least close the door, Touko-chan."
At the older girl's acquiescence my grin widened to epic proportions, and I scurried over to the door, gently sliding it closed. As it clicked shut, I noticed a second sheet of paper that was taped to the back of the door.
Dress your little sister in a long-sleeved kimono.
"Oh—" Well, there went that plan out the window. I slowly turned back to face Yumi, only to see her watching me, her grin growing as mine disappeared. She straightened and put her hands on her waist, cocking her hip slightly.
"Well, you read the sign, Touko-chan." Yumi said, her voice a tad smug. "Now seeing you naked will be my bonus, wont it?"
"So it would seem." I said, keeping my tone neutral. I was disappointed, of course. But I wouldn't let it deter me and I sighed, stepping towards the center of the room. "Have you ever put on a kimono, Onee-sama?"
"Hmm? Oh, yea, a few times." She said.
"Very well, you can assist me then." I nodded, kneeling down to inspect the pieces of folded cloth. From what I could tell, it was a typical Furisode-style kimono; one of the longer-sleeved variety, colored lightly in pinks, along with tabi and geta to be worn on the feet, and an obi to tie at the waist. It was fitting, considering it was generally for younger women. Sachiko was wearing one very similar, I noted to myself.
"My pleasure." Yumi said behind me, her grin all-too-easy to hear from the lilt in her voice.
"I'm sure it is." I retorted sardonically. I stood to look at the girl who was my Grande Soeur, her grin all-too obvious, and I sighed inwardly. Well, I had pretty much walked into this one, hadn't I? I may as well enjoy it.
Turning my back to Yumi, I slowly slipped my sweater off my shoulders, and down my arms, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Then, dipping my face down so the back of my neck was easily accessible, I cleared my throat, "The catch is on the top of my dress, Onee-sama."
There was silence at my words, and then the slight shuffling sound of Yumi walking over to me from behind. I sucked in a breath when I felt the slight pressure of her fingers fumble with the top of my one-piece, occasionally brushing along my skin, sending the tiniest jolt of excitement down my spine when she did. After a few moments I felt my clothing loosen, and I stepped away from Yumi to face towards her.
I wanted to see her face in this moment.
Keeping my eyes locked onto Yumi's steadily widening brown orbs, I slowly straightened my arms so that my traditional one-piece all but slipped down my torso, leaving my upper body bare save for my pale blue bra – small though it was. Her eyes travelled down, pausing for a long second on my bust, and then followed the top of my dress as it fell down around my waist, bunching up on the top of my hips. Then, smirking softly, I shifted my hips just enough to slid the dress down further, past my underwear and along my thighs, and then falling the rest of the way, pooling around my feet.
I stood in front of Yumi in nothing but my underwear and a steadily increasing blush, watching as her eyes roamed up and down my body, lingering at my thighs, crotch and breasts longer than anywhere else, and then finally shifting up to my face, locking her gaze with mine.
"You said your clothes were difficult to take off." She said, her voice a whisper.
I swallowed against a suddenly dry throat, but managed my smirk all the same. "I lied."
"You just wanted to see me take off my clothes.
"Yes." I said simply.
Then, leaning to put more weight on her back foot, Yumi's grin returned. "You're such a naughty girl, Touko-chan." She said, mirth coloring her tone.
My lips twitched, and my hands traveled up to cover my stomach. The memory of what I shared with Yumi just a few days ago, alone in her room, flitted through my mind and I felt a phantom twitch in my belly at the thought.
"Only with you, Onee-sama. I can be as naughty as you want me to be." I said softly, clearly.
Suddenly, Yumi's face changed. The humor drained out of her face like a sink emptying itself of water, and in its place something dark, something needy took its place. My breath caught in my throat at the sight, and my tongue darted out to lick my suddenly dry lips. It suddenly occurred to me that I was nearly naked in a room alone with Yumi, my Onee-sama… the girl I was currently having… well, suffice to say, a 'relationship' with.
As the throbbing in my belly traveled down to between my legs, there was suddenly only one thing I wanted.
I wanted her.
Forget the game.
Yumi, apparently thinking along the same lines as me, moved first. She took two quick steps towards me and, in a very surprising move, took hold of my shoulders with her hands and pushed me the remaining three paces to the other side of the room, pinning me against her body and the wall, and pressed her mouth against mine firmly.
That was all it took for the heat building in my body to explode outward, and with a deep, rumbling groan in my throat, I wound my arms around Yumi as though I never would let her go, and shamelessly molded my body to her as my as my mouth opened, my tongue immediately sliding out of my mouth to meet with hers. Our tongues met and wound around each other, sliding one way and then the other, battling for superiority.
"Touko-chan…" Yumi sighed into my mouth when she pulled away slightly for air. I exhaled sharply and pulled her body closer, winding my legs around hers and groaning at the powerful sensation that crept up from my center as I ground myself into her thigh. I felt Yumi's nails dug into my shoulders as I moved against her, slowly and deliberately at first, and whimpered when she moved her head down to my shoulder, trailing kisses along the skin of my neck.
"O-Onee-sama." I breathed, my voice somehow both soft and harsh at the same time. I ran my nails down her sides, moving down to squeeze her rear as tightly as I could as I rotated my pelvis against her. She hissed into my ear, possibly in pain as I scratched her through her shirt, but as I moved against her and the heat in my center grew and smoldered, I resolved to apologize after I was satisfied.
I'm sure she wouldn't mind.
My moans and whimpers grew with a steady cadence, and my forehead fell forward to rest on her collarbone as I tried to keep myself balanced on Yumi's leg as I writhed against her. She helped, of course, by keeping her grip on my arms and holding my back firmly against the wall, and I couldn't stop the squeal that spilled past my lips when she parted her teeth to sink them down onto my shoulder.
The feeling of her teeth and nails digging into my skin was enough for me to reach my peak, and with a sharp whine I came, bucking and moving with a furious pace as I drug a stream of fire across the top of her thigh. I whimpered and keened as Yumi sucked and nibbled on my neck, and reveled in the soft, soothing sounds she whispered into my ear as I slowed my movements, desperate to hold onto the already-fading feeling of euphoria and completion I felt when I achieved orgasm atop my Soeur.
All too soon, still trembling, I stopped moving and simply breathed in Yumi's scent. The subtle, slightly fruity essence coming from her top did its part in soothing my frayed nerves and emotions, and I hummed softly in appreciation.
"Did… did you… come?" Yumi asked quietly, her lips still beside my ear.
"Mmm." I mumbled softly, contently.
"Was it good?"
"Yes." I said, shivering slightly as my body became accustomed again to the slightly chilly temperature of the room. Even with heating, it was probably a steady twenty degrees centigrade. Comfortable with a sweater, but not as nearly as such if you were naked, as I was. "Thank you, Onee-sama."
"Thanks?" Yumi murmured from beside me. She stepped away just enough to peer curiously at my face, watching me as I gingerly shifted my weight to my own two feet. "Why thank me? It's what we agreed on, isn't it?" When I blinked, she smiled softly. "That you would be my Petite Soeur, and I would be yours. Whatever you want me to be. You have become my Soeur, as I wanted, so it's only natural that I do my part." She cleared her throat, shifting slightly where she stood.
"I'll admit, it's a little weird sometimes… when I think about the things we have done together…" She paused for a moment, as if considering how much to say. After a few short seconds, she tilted her head and continued, "But every relationship is different. I mean, our Soeur relationship wouldn't be like mine with Sachiko-sama. Or like Yoshino-san's and Rei-sama's. This—" She gestured with her hand to the space between us. "This is ours, and I still treasure it no matter what."
"Even more than Sachiko-nee-sama?" I whispered breathlessly. Her words, the words she spoke and the feelings conveyed in them, were the exact words that I thought to myself whenever I thought about our relationship. That it may be different than the other friendships or Soeur relationship in Lillian, but it is still ours, and therefore is still important, and just as real as everything else.
Yumi's face scrunched up in thought. My lips twitched at the expression, but I didn't comment. Yumi had enough people telling her about her face and how it betrayed her emotions at times. Instead, I patiently waited for my Onee-sama to answer my question, selfish though it was.
"I wouldn't say that I treasure Sachiko-sama's and my relationship any more than ours…" She finally said slowly, carefully. "They are just different. She is my Onee-sama, and you are my Petite Soeur. It's only natural that they be different and treasured differently." She blinked and held up a finger to my lips, stopping me from whatever I was going to say. "But, that doesn't mean I prefer her to you. Not one bit. It's just different."
I should have been disappointed. Under most circumstances I would have been. But for some reason, I couldn't find it in me to be upset. Perhaps it was the fact that Yum sounded to sincere when she talked about our relationship, even though I pretty much blackmailed her into it. Or maybe it was because, as much as I could tell how Yumi and Sachiko cared about each other as Soeurs, I couldn't bear to make Yumi choose between us.
If she did… I wasn't sure I would like the result.
Sucking in a deep breath, I shook off the unpleasant thought that threatened to pull my mood back down and regarded the folded cloth on the floor.
"Well, shall we get dressed then?"
Yumi nodded, smiling. Her eyes trailed down my body and paused on my underwear. She blinked a couple times, a slight dusting of pink blossoming on her cheeks.
"Um… Touko-chan?" She said hesitantly.
"What is it, Onee-sama?"
Glancing away from me, she pointed a slim index finger towards my crotch. "You, uh, may want to reconsider the underwear."
I followed her finger down to my underwear and, to my chagrin, saw that the small piece of fabric was damp – almost soaked through, really. It was clear that, due to my arousal and orgasm, my panties were rendered useless. As least, to be worn with a kimono.
No wonder it was colder than usual down there.
Shrugging, I bent over and slipped my panties down my legs. I plucked them up from around my ankles and held them up, inspecting them. They were pale blue, matching my chosen bra, but other than that they were fairly plain. I actually had few pairs of underwear that could be considered 'pretty', and I definitely wasn't going to wear them for a sleepover with my friends.
A sleepover with only Yumi… well… that was another story.
I turned over the damp pair of panties in my hand and sighed. "Oh well, they aren't the right type for wearing a kimono anyway. I should lose the bra, as well."
"Uh… yea." Yumi said softly. I looked away from my ruined underwear to the older girl, raising my eyebrow at her expression. She was looking directly at the panties I held bunched up between my fingers, her lips drawn tight and her eyes wide. Her jaw clenched, and her neck constricted slightly.
Suddenly, an idea sprung to mind, and I felt my smirk return fully.
I took a step towards Yumi and slowly, deliberately, I held out my underwear to her. She blinked, as if shaken from a stupor, and flicked her eyes from my hand to my face. "Touko-chan?"
I smiled wider, gesturing with my hand. "Take them, Onee-sama."
Her face fell in shocked surprised. "W-what?"
I tilted my head, but held my gaze. "Take them." I said again, holding my panties out towards her.
"W-why?" Yumi stammered, her cheeks shifting from pink to a dark red.
My smile melted away as I stared at her. "Because I want you to have them – to remind you of me when I'm not with you." I said simply.
That seemed to give Yumi pause. She straightened and locked eyes with me, searching my eyes for… something. After a few long moments she seemed to relax and her smile returned, subdued and simple. She stepped towards me and reached out her hand, palm up. I gently placed my underwear in her hand and her fingers closed around them. She then brought her hands back and held it to her chest.
"I'll keep them, then." She said, smiling at me. She then lifted her hand from her chest and raised it to her face, just inches from her nose, and to my complete and utter shock, inhaled deeply. My mouth popped open as I watched my Onee-sama sniff my underwear, and I must had looked just like I felt, because when she pulled my panties away from her nose she giggled, "They smell just like you."
"They… they should." I choked out. Barely.
Yumi giggling at my reaction to her bold, but arousing, display, she reached behind her to tuck my panties into her trousers' back pocket. Then, clapping her hands together and causing me to jump in surprise, she cleared her throat.
"Okay. Let's stuff you into this kimono. Come on, lose the bra or we'll be last back."
As I blushed and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, I couldn't help but think that, while we already most assuredly lost the game, I had still won.
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We lost the game, of course.
We arrived back to the room with everyone waiting for us. According to Sayako, we had taken at least ten minutes longer than the other teams, and were therefore docked enough points to put us behind for the rest of the day.
That was fine. I didn't mind, if it meant the time I spent with Yumi was worth it. Which it was.
Yumi also didn't seem to mind out overall place in the rankings. She took Sachiko's bemused chastising with grace and an embarrassed chuckle, and the good natured ribbing Yoshino sent her way, but from the grin she shared with me I could tell she much preferred our stolen precious minutes together.
As it should be.
The game ended well enough – Shimako and Noriko ended up winning, with Rei and Yoshino trailing behind with Yumi and I in last place. Afterwards dinner was served and I enjoyed a meal beside Yumi and Sachiko, trading congenial conversation back and forward with Shimako, Yoshino, Rei and Sayako. It was a tradition meal than reminded me of when I was younger, and the times I had spent staying with the Ogasawaras.
Following dinner was a bath. The Ogasawara compound had a handful of smaller baths – generally one for each room – and one larger Japanese-style bath mainly for group use. After a short deliberation we decided as a group to use the larger bath, as there were to boys anywhere near the house tonight. Yumi and I exchanged a short, yet significant look wither each other, and after Yumi brushed off Yoshino's question about what Yumi thought was so funny, we all undressed and bathed.
Oddly enough it wasn't all that different from public baths. I had gone to the local public bath on occasion, both for the novelty of it and because the owner was something of a family friend of ours, and it was what I could call a 'Japanese experience'.
The seven of us were friends, so after the initial awkwardness of seeing each other in near-naked stages of undress there was really little to comment on. We all tactfully ignored Yoshino's scar – which I was aware of, but never really was explained to the origin of such a thing –, commented on Yumi's hair and Sachiko's skin. I resolved to treat Yumi as I normally should have, as my Onee-sama, and from everyone's reaction it was clear I succeeded. Only Yumi's lingering gaze on my towel-covered body was any indication that anything was different.
After the bath we got ready for bed. We chose the game room to lay out our futons in because it was one of the largest shared rooms in the house, and was easiest to access from the other areas of the house. It didn't take long to retrieve a supply of futons and blankets from the linen supply room and lay them out around the room. At everyone's insistence I laid out mine right next to Yumi's. Though, I would have done that anyway.
As the night progressed and the conversations between us all ran down, the lights eventually went out and we all crawled into our respective futons. Goodnights were whispered and I settled into my blankets, surprised at how comfortable they were.
I lay there for a long time, simply being. I listened to the soft breathing of those around me, and tried to focus my ears to pick out each one of the girl's respective breathing patterns.
Yumi's; soft, airy and predictable.
Sachiko's; quiet, almost too quiet to even pick up.
Yoshino's; a quiet, cute snore.
Rei's; a steady inhale and exhale.
Noriko's and Shimako's…. I couldn't quite pick out from the others. I tried to focus harder to find theirs among the others, but they were on the other side of the room – just a little too far to hear well.
Eventually I gave up, and rolled on my side, only to see Yumi's eyes on mine, wide and bright in the contrastingly dim light of the room. I almost called out to her before I stopped myself, not wanting to alert the other occupants of the room. Instead I watched her, returning her gaze as my eyes drank in her pale skin, her shy smile, and her matte-brown tousled hair.
There was a sudden movement from beneath her blankets, and I blinked when her hand slipped out from underneath the top layer, and reach out to me. I slid my own hand out to grasp hers, and I almost gasped in shock when I realized than she held something soft in her fingers.
The soft, thin fabric of my underwear.
I flicked my eyes up towards hers, and couldn't help the smirk that appeared at the twinkle of mischief in her expression. It was so unlike her that I squeezed her hand with mine, so that my underwear was clasped tightly between us. We lay there smiling at each other for a long while, simply just holding hands, until it was then I noticed Yumi's face smile falter.
Her grin slipped from her lips and her tongue darted out slightly, as if to hold back a noise or a word. Her face pinched and opened her mouth, exhaling quietly – almost too quietly for me to pick up. Her eyes fluttered and she sucked in another breath, her fingers clenching around mine tightly. I narrowed my eyes at her, and another movement drew my attention down her futon. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light and tried to focus on a specific point in the darkness, I gasped in silent surprise, suddenly very aware of the subtle, but rhythmic movements in Yumi's futon, right where her hips should be.
From the slight rise and fall of her chest underneath her blankets, her pinched face and her slow, controlled breathing, and of course the all too obvious movements in her blankets, it was clear what she was doing.
Even before I realized it, my free hand was sliding down my body and slipping underneath the waistband of my pajama pants. I still wasn't wearing any panties, as they were still in Yumi's possession currently held in both our hands, and it was easy to slide my fingers between my legs and start to match what I could imagine was Yumi's own rhythm.
I squeezed her hand tightly, drawing her attention back to me and, from the silent gesture with my chin, her eyes flickered down my blankets to witness that I was copying her actions. From the sudden look of understanding, and then determination, in her eyes, as well as the tightening of her fingers around mine, I could tell she understood clearly.
It was difficult, truly difficult, to keep silent while masturbating. It was something of a habit of mine to make noise; call out a name, moan, or at least breath heavily as a last resort, anything really to act as something of a counterbalance to what I was experiencing. Ever since I had recently started masturbating with Yumi on the forefront of my mind, and even not a few hours ago when I used Yumi to pleasure myself, I found that I called out louder, and more frequently, than before. Maybe it was because Yumi was special, or maybe it was her that just made the whole experience better.
Regardless, trying to masturbate alongside Yumi with everyone else sleeping – or, at least, I assumed they were sleeping – was a challenge. I pulled out every trick in the book I knew to keep silent. I bit my lip, I tried to keep my mouth shut, I even tried to push my face in my pillow to muffle any sounds I made. Anything I tried only worked marginally, and I worked my fingers furiously in an effort to expedite my release before anyone realized what we were doing.
From my glances at my partner in crime, it seemed as though she was in the same boat as me. He mouth worked at forming soundless words and short, breathless gasps. Her eyes fluttered shut, only to open again and roam my face hungrily. Her fingers clenched at mine tightly, tugging at my hand only to push away again.
Soon, her face pinched tightly and her eyes screwed shut as her lips parted, her hand tugging so hard on mine that I nearly grunted aloud. I could feel her shiver under her blankets and knew that she had climaxed, and at the same time I dipped one of my fingers inside me, slipping it in so deeply that I arched my back up above the ground, groaning silently as I felt myself come for the second time that day. I clasped Yumi's hand tightly in mine, imagining that it was her hand me, rubbing gently against my pubic hair, and her finger curling tightly inside me. I shuddered as the high she allowed me to experience consumed me from inside out, and my toes curled almost painfully at the end of my futon.
Eventually my body relaxed and I withdrew my hand from between my legs, letting it rest from its hard work beside me. My other hand, still holding Yumi's, was numb and laying lifelessly on the floor between us. Slowly, I turned to see her face as she regarded me as well. We stared at each other silently for a long time, simply drinking in each other's face and expressions.
Eventually, I felt her hand tug away from mine and I let go, smiling to myself as she took my panties with her. As her hand disappeared beneath her blankets I watched her shift slightly and then, only a few seconds later, her hand made another appearance near her face. I felt my eyes widen as she brought my panties up to her nose and inhale again, just loudly enough for me to hear.
As my eyebrows rose to my bangs in shock and pleasure, Yumi lowered her hand beneath her blankets again and I barely caught her wink and stick her tongue out at me in the dim light leaking in through the window.
I could almost hear her voice at that moment, whispering into my ear as her eyes danced in silent laughter.
"I can be naughty too, Touko-chan."
I had a difficult time going to sleep that night.
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End of Chapter 4
A/N: Aaaand there's chapter 4. :D
A bit of drama and plot along with some kink. Yummy.
Though, if one were to look between the lines, you would find certain plot/character development in the works. Let me know if you think you found something interesting~
Anyway, see you all on the next chapter!
***Will work for glomps***
