Chapter 6: Festival

The trio exhausted themselves of board games to play. Chess, checkers (to the dismay of Tatsumaki), Monopoly, a short-lived Twister match, an intense discussion on Connect Four strategies, and finally chess again.

It was dark out.

"Say, Tatsu, how about we go to the Summer Festival?"

Tatsumaki lay splayed out on the ground, sipping from a juice box. A loud slurp signaled that the box was empty. She stared at the box, lifted it up slowly in a green glow, and pushed it through the air into the trash can. Tatsumaki looked at the bin and thought she remembered something, but she shrugged it off.

"Ok."

Tatsumaki stood through a combination of telekinesis and her elbows. Fubuki put on a coat and tidied up her sister's hoodie. As the three walked out of the apartment, Tatsumaki forced her hood over her green curls.

"Shall we hail a cab?" asked Genos.

"We can walk," replied Fubuki with a smile.

They strolled through the nighttime city. A few cars passed them on the streets, but it was mostly empty. The short esper walked between Fubuki and Genos, who chatted with each other. She stared ahead at the downtown lights, but the group made a turn to the suburbs. Crickets pierced the air.

Playful shouts sounded in the distance, surrounded by the glow of paper lanterns above the trees. After crossing a few streets a red and gold parade came into view. Tatsumaki interrupted Fubuki and Genos' conversation.

"I want candy apples."

"Candy apples, huh?" Fubuki chuckled.

"Yes. Follow me."

Tatsumaki motioned for her sister to grab her arm and they walked through the festival. Jolly plump women staffed the street food stands around them. One stand plainly advertised "CANDY" across its exterior, which Tatsumaki beelined toward.

"Do you have your wallet, Fubuki?"

"Yup."

Fubuki paid for two of the glazed fruits, and held one out to her sister. Tatsumaki telekinetically grabbed it and began munching.

"Remember when we'd buy candy apples at the summer festivals when we were younger?"

Tatsumaki nodded.

"It's been a while since then. Genos, would you like this?"

"I will take it."

"Why aren't you eating, Fubuki?"

Fubuki squished her stomach with a blush.

"I don't want to gain weight."

Tatsumaki looked away.


"Bye, Genos!"

Genos exited the apartment to head for Dr. Kuseno's laboratory.

"Long day, huh?"

Tatsumaki nodded and walked into her room. Fubuki followed. Sitting on her bed, Tatsumaki held out her pink sleeves. Fubuki undressed her sister from behind.

"I like what you've done with you hair, Tatsu." Fubuki ruffled it. The nude Tatsumaki lazily reclined on her sister's thighs.

"Can we shower?" Tatsumaki murmured.

"You're being such a baby today. Fine, sis."

Fubuki took off her clothes and the pair marched to the shower.

"Why the small apartment?"

"It's cozy."

Fubuki played with the crystal knobs in the extravagant shower. Brown and gold stones lined the ground, while shiny marble tiles reached to the ceiling. A pristine glass sliding door was opposite an outcropping in the walls that served as a bench.

"Your shower is certainly lavish."

"Why bring all this up now? You've never asked about it before."

"That's a good question."

Warm water steamed down from the ceiling. The lightly-sweaty bodies of the sisters tentatively danced in the gradually misting air.

"Turn around."

Tatsumaki felt warm fingers on her shoulders that began rubbing. They caressed her neck, her ears, her cheeks, her forehead, played with her hair, then down her skinny biceps. Fubuki drew small circles on the nubs of Tatsumaki's arms with her index fingers, before lifting her sister's arms to dutifully scrub her armpits. Tatsumaki could not help but giggle.

"Ticklish as usual."

"Yeah, stop it," grinned Tatsumaki.

Fubuki moved her fingers to between Tatsumaki's shoulderblades, running it down the vertebral furrow, and massaged her traps. Tatsumaki sighed in delight as Fubuki pressed into the nerves along her spine, magnified by the hot shower water. Tatsumaki heard about it once: hot water expanded your veins, or something like that. She turned around as she felt her sister place her hands on her sternum. It dropped down to her stomach.

"I'm jealous. How do you stay so thin?"

Tatsumaki reached to grab her sister's belly.

"What're you so jealous about? You're not fat."

"Mm."

Fubuki dropped down to rub Tatsumaki's navel.

"God, I'm not twelve anymore."

Fubuki blushed.

"Sorry, habit."

"Wait. Who showered me when I was, you know, in a coma? Omigosh, do they—"

"Know about this?"

Fubuki flicked her sister's penis, amused.

"I volunteered to clean you."

"Oh." Tatsumaki lowered her voice. "Thank you."

"That also means I had to clean your butt, Tatsu!" Fubuki exclaimed, to the shocking realization of Tatsumaki.

Fubuki felt the urge to hug her sister, and they did under the hot misty water. The two found themselves lounging against and on the shower bench. Tatsumaki took her head off Fubuki's stomach and started poking at her sister. Fubuki merely watched as she moved to poke her sister's boob. Fubuki poked her sister's flat chest in response.

"Stop embarrassing me."

"You're the one fondling your sister's breasts."

"Hmph. I'm getting too hot now."

Tatsumaki gently opened the shower door and tip-toed out.

"Bye," Fubuki nonchalantly waved her hand after her.

When she was sure her sister was gone, Fubuki tended to herself. She shampooed her black-dyed hair. Slimy white bubbles dripped down her legs. Fuck. She felt so guilty, but she had been edging to do it the whole day. Today was her cheat day; after all, she only let herself masturbate once a week. She was going to enjoy her body. Fubuki turned down the heat of the water—Tatsu was right, it was too hot. Ufff, but now it was too cold and her nipples were getting erect for the wrong reason. She turned it back up, but stepped halfway out of the reach of the shower. Fubuki spied the assortment of bottles, knobs, and brush handles on the ground. Her chest wound tight in anticipation. She would have to try them all. At once, giddily, and already rubbing her clit she reached for the small hilt of a razor. Washing it briefly in the water, she began inserting it into herself muffled a small gasp she knelt in pleasure it reached up so much BUT she stopped herself, there would be many more to feel, grabbed the cylindrical tip of the shampoo bottle and it stretched her so much everything fired Aphrodite she rubbed her Venusian dimples reached for her hard nipples stroked and kneaded them mounds another a vibrating brush her sister was definitely a pervert she stuck it up her vagina anyways ho-ly shit it felt so good she twitched muffled a second gasp ah as she brought it out sl-owly oh god she was climaxing she brought it in and out rapidly or she might lose it f-fuck dribbling out it pooled underneath her well-kempt genitals and quickly was washed down the drain. She shamefully washed her sinfully abused tools and quickly left the shower, dirtied. She dressed half decently in a pair of panties and went to join her sister who made room on the bed by fluffing the sheets with her elbows. Lights out.