Makoto was putting the finishing touches on breakfast when she heard the sound of Sae's heels on the hardwood floor in the hall. Makoto sat down at the table in a hurry and tried to get control of her breathing. She was extremely nervous about what her sister might say after the night they had. Makoto had no idea how Sae would react, or even how much she would remember. All she could do was smile nervously at her sister as she came into the dining room.
"Good morning, sis." Makoto said politely as Sae came into view.
Sae looked as amazing as she always did in the morning. Her sister was wearing a dark grey skirt suit that had been perfectly tailored for her. Combined with matching 4-inch heels, immaculately applied makeup, and without having a hair out of place, Sae looked simultaneously professional, sophisticated, and sexy. It was hard to believe that she was the same person who had been so drunk the night before, but that's how it was with her sister.
Sae would put up this perfect image of herself in the morning, where she was always polished, always focused, and supremely dedicated to her job. As the day went on, small cracks would begin to appear, but Sae never let anything unseemly show until she had gotten off of work. Only when she was alone with Makoto at night would Sae take off the mask she wore during the day.
"Good morning." Sae said simply, sitting down at the table.
Makoto always prepared breakfast for them both on a large tray in the center of the table. Traditional small dishes like grilled fish, miso soup, and kobachi greens were there, along with simpler items like toast and rice. It used to be that Sae would make sure to pick the more luxurious dishes for herself half the time and leave them for Makoto the other half of the time. But lately, Sae simply took whatever she wanted for herself without much regard for what was left for Makoto. Sure enough, her sister claimed the grilled fish, miso soup and most of the rice. Makoto was left with toast and assorted vegetables for herself. Not that she minded.
The silence as they ate was hard for Makoto to take. How could Sae act like everything was the same? Did she remember nothing? That couldn't be. Makoto had seen Sae drunker than she had been last night and her sister hadn't blacked out then. So how could Sae be so at ease? Makoto looked at Sae's right hand, which she was now using to hold her chopsticks. Last night, her sister had used that hand to spank Makoto into crying submission, to say nothing of what they had done later.
"Sis, I..." Makoto began abruptly, not being sure how she was going to continue her sentence, but knowing that she couldn't take the silence any longer without saying something.
"We'll talk about it later." Sae said shortly, cutting her off.
"O-Okay." Makoto responded gingerly.
Well, that was that. Makoto knew to never try to push any issue that Sae flatly refused to talk about. It had always gone poorly for Makoto in the past. She would just have to content herself with her sister's promise that they'd discuss it later. It would make for a torturous day of dread mixed with anticipation for her, but evidently Sae wasn't bothered. Nor was she bothered with Makoto's obvious discomfort. Sae simply ate until she was finished and stood up from the table.
"Alright. I'm going to work. Make sure you're not late for school." Sae said in a tone that somehow managed to be both lecturing and uninterested.
"I will. Have a good day, sis." Makoto ventured.
Sae acted as though Makoto had said nothing. She turned, fetched her briefcase and purse, and walked out the door. Makoto looked back at the table and noticed that there was something different about it. She had been too absorbed with noticing how appealing Sae's butt looked in her pencil skirt to immediately recognize it. Then she did. Sae hadn't bothered to clear her plate away. Her sister had always done that before. Makoto blinked and rose to clear it herself. What did that mean?
Makoto was studying in the library over her free period. Or to be more accurate, she was trying to study. For some reason, whenever Makoto tried to buckle down, memories of last night would cloud her thoughts. Images of Sae spanking and humiliating her danced in her mind instead of the figures she was trying to memorize. It was enough to make Makoto consider visiting one of the bathrooms on the empty top floor of the club building and touching herself in one of the stalls. Makoto had never done that before, and she wasn't going to do it now, but she certainly felt the urge.
Makoto might as well have joined her friends instead of heading to the library. She usually declined to do so during school, as their joking around (as fun as it was) was not conducive towards studying. Her phone chimed with the sound of a text, as if her friends somehow knew she was thinking of them. Makoto picked it up and looked to see who had texted her. Her breath caught as she saw that it was Sae.
Sae had never texted her during school before. Occasional requests for specific dishes or for specific tasks to be completed had come, but only after Makoto was done for school for the day. Makoto gulped slightly before she looked to see what the text was about.
{What are you doing right now?} - Sae
Makoto blinked as she read the short message. Sae wanted to know what she was doing at the moment? Makoto could think of no reason not to tell the truth, so she texted back.
{Studying in the library. What's up?} - Makoto
{Nothing. I'm just taking a break. Now that I know what you're really doing when you say you're "studying" though, you'll have to be more specific.} -Sae
Makoto's eyes widened. Was she asking what Makoto thought she was asking?
{Just studying. I'm still at school, you know.} -Makoto
{I know. And I know a pervert like you isn't above touching yourself in the bathroom there.} -Sae
Makoto's heart skipped a beat as she read her sister's text. She couldn't help but glance around to make sure that nobody was in range to read what was on her phone. Sae calling her a pervert was incredibly humiliating, and incredibly hot as well. Makoto could feel her pussy heat up considerably and knew that her panties would become damp in short order. Slightly more problematic was how her nipples were suddenly rock hard. They probably weren't noticeable underneath her top, but Makoto nevertheless hunched down in her seat to hide her chest from view as much as possible as she texted her sister back.
{I don't. I swear.} -Makoto
{If you say so. Try to keep your hands out of your panties until the bell rings. That's assuming you're not wearing mine. But my breaks over. I'll see you tonight.} -Sae
{See you, sis.} -Makoto
Makoto let out a long breath as she set her phone down on the table. She really didn't know what that exchange was. The plain words were obviously hostile, but that probably wasn't the whole story. Tone was important as well. The tone of Sae's texts had been almost playful, if such a thing could be ascribed to her. Maybe Makoto should have responded playfully too. But she didn't have the courage to do something like that. All Makoto could do now was try to distract herself from thinking about Sae. Her nipples would never calm down otherwise.
Makoto was sitting in the living room of their shared apartment, looking at the clock with a pained expression. She always masturbated as soon as she got home to their empty apartment. It ensured that her mind was clear and ready for actual studying afterward. And she needed that relief today more than ever. But Sae had (drunkenly) told her that she needed permission to do that. Makoto had broken that rule at first, but she found herself wanting to follow it afterward.
Now she had to make a decision. Text Sae for permission, or just wait until her sister got back? Makoto didn't like either option much. Sae had playfully texted her earlier, but that had been while her sister was taking a break. Sae might react negatively if Makoto tried to text her while she was hard at work. Better to wait, then. Even if Makoto could swear that the clock was moving half as fast as it was supposed to.
Makoto had no real choice but to busy herself with dinner. Something complicated would be best. She perused through the pantry until she was sufficiently inspired. Sukiyaki would fit the bill. Cutting all of those vegetables and starting the process for slow-cooking the beef would be a great way to distract herself.
At a little before 6 o'clock, Makoto heard the sound of a key turning into the doorknob. Sae was home an hour early! Makoto almost dropped the paring knife she was holding. Makoto instead set it down as calmly as she could and went to greet her sister.
Sae opened the door and closed it behind her. She looked as calm and collected as she had this morning. That was odd. Usually, the stress Sae had accumulated during the day was plain on her face by the time she had gotten home. This time, however, Sae appeared to be almost relaxed.
"Hello, sis. I wasn't expecting you home so quickly." Makoto offered as a greeting, unsure of what to expect.
"I finished early. When is dinner going to be ready?" Sae answered easily, kicking off her heels near the doorway.
"Um, not for another hour or so. I have to finish cutting some of the vegetables, then it needs to simmer." Makoto explained gingerly.
"Alright then. Come to the living room when you're done. And bring me a drink." Sae instructed coolly, walking over to the sofa.
"Okay." Makoto replied at once, a little more at ease now that she had a definable task.
Makoto surreptitiously glanced at Sae's bottom as her sister walked over to the sofa in front of the television. It was positively criminal how good Sae's ass looked in her pencil skirt. Makoto then mentally chided herself and got to work on finishing her task. Something about Sae made Makoto notice these things. Makoto did not, generally speaking, preoccupy herself with other women's physical attributes. But Sae's body was so glamorous that Makoto couldn't help but stare sometimes. So long as Sae was not in a position to see her staring, of course.
Makoto finished chopping the remaining vegetables in record speed before she started to prepare Sae's gin and tonic. She had watched Sae pour it enough times to know how to prepare the drink by now. That being done, Makoto picked up the glass and walked over to the living room. Sae was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed and was watching television with a bored air.
"Here you go, sis." Makoto said lightly, placing the glass (on a coaster, of course) on the coffee table in the middle of the room.
Sae nodded but did not thank her for doing so. She simply picked up the glass and sipped it as Makoto sat down on the armchair opposite her sister. Sae was looking at her. Makoto had a hard time meeting Sae's gaze and decided to watch the television screen until she could work up the nerve. A moment later, however, that option was taken away; Sae picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.
Makoto had no choice but to look at her sister now. Sae finished her glass of gin and set it down on the table with deliberate slowness. Makoto swallowed nervously and waited for her sister to say something.
"So. About what happened last night." Sae began slowly.
"I'm sorry." Makoto said hurriedly, thinking it was probably the right thing to say without really knowing why.
Sae said nothing. She seemed a little surprised by Makoto's sudden interjection. Sae looked at her for a moment, then a very small smile appeared on her lips.
"Oh? What are you sorry for?" Sae asked deliberately, gazing at Makoto expectantly.
Makoto swallowed once more. She probably should have had the answer in mind before she spoke up. There was only one obvious response to her sister's question, though, so Makoto answered honestly.
"Um...I'm sorry for stealing your underwear." Makoto mumbled in complete embarrassment, looking down at the ground.
"You should be. I expect you to ask me in the future." Sae said sharply.
Makoto quickly nodded even as she processed what Sae had said. Ask her? For her underwear? The idea that Sae would allow Makoto to have her worn panties was surprising, to say the least. But Makoto couldn't dwell on her sister's statement because, evidently, Sae had more to say.
"Anyway, I need to explain something. I woke up today feeling...great, honestly. Better than I've felt in a long time. I've been picking up so much stress lately, and I didn't notice until it had all melted away. Something about...what we did worked wonders to help me relax." Sae explained patiently, watching Makoto the entire time.
"It did?" Makoto asked in considerable surprise, raising her eyebrows.
"Yes. I had a few issues at work today, but they didn't bother me like they usually do. I was able to put it all out of my mind and focus on my job. Before I knew it, I was done with half an hour to spare." Sae answered, nodding.
"That's great, Sis." Makoto said earnestly, knowing how tough of a time Sae usually had at work.
"So...I'm thinking that we can keep doing these things. At least until I get my promotion. I need to relieve stress, and you obviously need to satisfy your perversions." Sae finished with a scornful note in her voice, still watching Makoto closely.
Makoto drew in a shaky breath and squirmed slightly on her chair. There it was again. Being called a pervert was electrifying. Sae did not miss the way Makoto had reacted, because her sister's smile widened. Sae uncrossed her legs and recrossed them in an unhurried manner. Makoto couldn't help it: Even though Sae was looking right at her, she was unable to stop herself from looking down to try to catch a glimpse of her sister's panties.
"That's what I mean. I've dealt with a number of perverts in court. What I've found is they can only go so long before they succumb to the need to gratify themselves. If I try to keep you from doing that, you'll only end peeping at the girls in the changing room at school or something." Sae said with a shake of her head.
"I wouldn't do-" Makoto began defensively, embarrassed.
"Be quiet. I'm not done yet." Sae snapped irritably, clearly not in the mood for any argument.
Makoto kept quiet. She wasn't sure whether Sae was doing this for effect or whether Sae really had developed a warped view of Makoto's sensibilities. Either way, she didn't want her sister getting any more mad at her than she already was.
"So you're going to confine your...proclivities to this apartment where I can keep an eye on you." Sae stated firmly.
"Y-You mean...?" Makoto asked faintly, her eyes widening.
"Yes. But only when I say so. Maybe we'll do something after dinner." Sae said casually, reaching out to pick up the remote once more.
Sae turned the TV on and more or less dismissed Makoto's presence. Makoto wanted to keep talking, but with her sister's attention back on the television screen, she just didn't feel comfortable enough to try to force the issue. She would find out after dinner, at least. As Makoto up from her chair, Sae picked up her empty glass and shook it slightly without even looking at her. Makoto (very quietly) sighed and retrieved the glass, hoping that Sae wouldn't get too drunk too quickly this time.
(Decided to update this crack-ish fic from years ago because...why not? Sorry that it's a little short, we'll get to the fun stuff next chapter!)