Author's Notes:
Ludwig, the Holy Blade OST playing.
What else would bring me back from the dead than yuricest? Lol. Am I ashamed that this is the first thing I post in 18 months? Not at all. In fact, I'm rather proud of this. What in this world is as pure and beautiful as the bond shared between two sisters~?
I haven't deleted or forgotten any of my old WIPs, and in fact I still work on them occasionally. IRL is busy and I don't have as much energy devoted to writing as I did years ago. That said, I absolutely intend to pour a bit more into it than I have this past couple years. I have some WIPs nearing completion, but it just takes time and inspiration. God's Blessing on this Love Potion isn't that far away from completion either, but please forgive me for such an unreasonable delay. I don't know when I'll be posting that either.
Fun fact: This oneshot took 3 years and 10 days to finish.
Disclaimer: Girls und Panzer Copyright Actus (2023)
SPOILS OF WAR
Leave it to a girl from Saunders University to cause more problems than she can fix.
Miho Nishizumi could only sigh as she watched her little white flag wavering in defeat.
Her older sister, Maho, had managed to score the fatal shot that stopped her tank right in its tracks.
But, even as the two sisters were staring at each other in partial disbelief, slowly coming to terms with the outcome of this exhibition match between four all girls high schools - a different story was unfolding on the other side of the field where Kay was teasing a flustered Darjeeling.
The Saunders Captain was leaning over the open hatch of her Sherman M4, a wicked smile across her face.
"Looks like you lost, DJ. You know what that means, right?"
The St. Gloriana Captain she was speaking so deviously to was standing upright in the center of her own Churchill Mark VII's open hatch. Though, the slight trembling in the tea cup she was holding and the tense smile she was trying to maintain were just enough to betray her own anxiety.
"We conducted ourselves in honorable combat and accept the consequences of our defeat."
It was amazing that Darjeeling could say such a thing with a straight face when Kay was eyeing her like the cat that just caught the canary.
"I'm glad you're such a good sport, DJ. That will make this more fun for both of us~"
Darjeeling's eyebrow twitched, the only indication that her calm demeanor was dropping.
"I assure you that I will not enjoy any part of this fun, and you will call me Darjeeling - not DJ."
Kay's smile never faltered as she and her team dismounted their tank and approached their defeated opponents.
"Oh, but I think you girls will love what we have in mind."
Darjeeling actually trembled a little as she set down her tea cup and instructed her team to exit their tank. Even though the girls dismounted with grace and dignity, they all wore pretty blushes like lovely rose petals steeping in warm water.
She was helpless to do anything as each of Kay's teammates paired up with a girl from her own team, leading them off to God knows where; like they were nothing but spoils of war. Orange Pekoe was looking at her as she was taken prisoner, silently begging for advice on what to do. But Darjeeling had nothing to offer. All the girls on her team were proper ladies; none had any experience with this type of situation. The best she could do was offer Orange Pekoe a stoic smile, which quickly disappeared when she was faced with her own devil.
Kay was now standing just a few feet in front of her.
Her evil smirk was incorrigible.
"So, your tank... or mine?"
Darjeeling's eyes widened, and her normally calm hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.
"I, um-"
Kay smiled even wider, pleased with how flustered St. Gloriana's Captain had become. This was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity.
"I'll give you three seconds to decide, DJ. And if you don't choose anything, I'll be forced to have fun with you right here in front of everyone..."
Her captive's prim and proper behavior broke like a dropped tea cup.
"Now, hold on-"
"One."
"W-wait! Kay!"
The blonde victor stepped toward a retreating Darjeeling.
"Two."
Darjeeling gave a little cry as Kay pushed her against the armored skirt of her Churchill, slamming her hands against the sleek metal.
"What do you think you are-"
Kay's wicked eyes gleamed, "Three," and her lips descended on her prisoner's exposed neck, claiming the prize she fought so hard for.
Darjeeling's knees shook and her hands had to latch onto her captor's shoulders to keep herself from falling. But those lips sucking on her throat gave too strong a sensation. She couldn't hold in her surprised shriek, nor hide her frustrating blush, nor keep herself from holding this uncouth demon tighter.
Miho had to look away when Kay's deft hands ripped open Darjeeling's uniform blouse. Her blush could rival that of St. Gloriana's scarlet banner, but she too wouldn't back down from whatever her older sister would demand as her victory prize.
She looked out across the short field that separated the two sisters - and she gasped quietly as she saw Maho and her team standing in rank.
She knew what her sister was expecting of her. So, she ordered her own team to exit their Panzer IV and line up. Both teams a perfect mirror of each other.
Miho gulped and resisted the urge to mess with the sleeves of her shirt.
"Big sis, what do you want us to do?"
Her older sister turned her face to the side, just in time to see Kay lift her prize's legs up, holding her against the tank as her mouth devoured Darjeeling's exposed breasts. When she turned her eyes back to Miho's, her cheeks were dusted with a pink hue.
"I think you know exactly what we want, Miho."
The younger sister flinched.
"A-are y-you sure? I mean... m-me? You want me?"
Maho turned her eyes away. She couldn't reply to that, and Miho would know that. But her drastically increasing blush would make the message clearer than her own orders in battle.
Miho saw this reaction, and she hurriedly dropped her eyes to the ground. She couldn't stop her own shiver from spreading across her body.
She heard soft footsteps in the grass. She felt fingers grip her chin; and soon her eyes were lifted up to meet those of her sister.
"I don't want you, Miho."
Shocked silence befell them.
Yet, Maho's beautiful blush suddenly spiked in intensity.
"I need you."
Miho's lips trembled. She blinked her eyes closed to control her natural reaction to tear up at such a confession. But when she opened them again, she realized they were alone.
"What happened to my-"
Maho's thumb stroked across Miho's lips, quieting her little sister.
"Don't worry about them. Worry about me and what I will make you do."
Something scary and wonderful just shot down Miho's spine as she heard that ominous threat.
"Y-you can't mean... w-with me... Sis-"
Her sister's gaze was aimed at her quivering lips... But now she was looking into her confused eyes.
Maho leaned closer, bumping her arm into her sister's. Miho didn't retreat like Darjeeling had with Kay. But neither girl pushed the offensive either. It was like they had fallen into trench warfare. Who would storm across the field first?
"I've w-wanted..." Maho tried to push through her sister's defenses.
"Y-yes...?" Miho refused to give even a single inch.
The sisters gazed into each other's eyes, across the short span of no man's land that separated them.
Maho's lips actually trembled as she tried finding the words she needed to say.
Miho could barely believe what she was seeing; both the situation she had found herself in, and the uncharacteristic way her older sister was faltering.
But this was a different kind of battlefield for them. Just by the nearby sounds of Saunders University thoroughly pillaging St. Gloriana - they both knew this was a totally different kind of warfare.
Someone had to give or this stalemate would last all day.
Maho tried pushing forward, but was stuck right in her tracks. There was just something important she had to tell her sister before they could continue - or rather, something she had to ask.
Miho knew there was something going on inside her sister's mind; some event waiting to happen. She just didn't know what it could be. Yet, she couldn't - no, she refused to show weakness in front of her older sister.
She saw her sister's lips open and close; heard the quick breathing of an anxious girl trying to confess a secret.
Maho's hand found her sister's, holding it tight. Screwing up all the courage she could muster, she charged ahead.
"I've wanted you for a long time."
The bomb finally dropped, and silence filled the battlefield around them.
Miho's eyes were wavering. She knew they were. But she couldn't stop it from showing.
Her sister continued further.
"D-do... you want me, too?"
She opened her lips to reply, but hesitated. After all, she'd been won as the prize for her sister's victory. So, why wasn't Maho pressing the advantage like Kay had done?
She wet her lips, "W-wHY!- um... Why are you asking?"
Maho pressed closer, gripped her hand tighter, and turned her eyes downward.
"B-because..."
Her hand left Miho's chin and slipped down her sister's side to find her other hand. She held them both tightly, together.
Maho looked once more into Miho's eyes; both wavering, yet unrelenting.
"Because I don't want you to regret this."
I don't want you to regret me, is what Miho read in her sister's gaze.
Miho was moved; her heart aching in her chest. She leaned into her sister, resting her forehead on hers.
"I wouldn't regret you," she spoke softly.
Maho's eyes flickered, like they were scared to believe what her sister was saying. But when they sensed no doubt in Miho's eyes, her resolve hardened into steel.
Both sisters were anxious, yet slowly moved closer and closer. Maho tilted her head, Miho closed her eyes, their lips gently pressed together as their hands squeezed each other's tightly and refused to let go.
Maho's lips pulled back.
"I wouldn't regret you either."
This time Miho tilted her head and nearly slammed her lips against her sister's, taking Maho aback. But the older girl returned fire, closing her eyes and giving herself away to the moment.
Darjeeling had her back pinned against her tank's skirt. Her blouse had been yanked down to her elbows, and most of the buttons were ripped off. Her prominent bust was on full display, and her lacy black bra was begging to be torn to shreds.
Her fiery eyes were staring down the invader seeking to plunder her body.
"This is my best bra. Don't you dare tear it-"
Kay's tongue poked out, then flicked to the side.
"You wore your best lingerie? I thought you were a proper lady, DJ. But, it seems you wanted this to happen, didn't you?"
Darjeeling tore her gaze away and stared off to the side, refusing to let Kay see the truth in her eyes.
"No."
Kay leaned closer, her strong hands keeping Darjeeling safe and secure between the tank and her body.
"I don't think you're a lady at all."
She kept leaning closer, closer…
Darjeeling could feel her breathing heating up her neck. She wanted to hide, to run away, to protect her vulnerable throat, but her body was like jelly. Her hands barely twitched and Kay seized them, pressing them against the warm metal on her Churchill.
Those lips were so close her skin was set on fire.
"I think you're actually a slut."
Her lips moved just above her prey's chest. Her breath ghosting over Darjeeling's heaving breasts. She admired the blushing skin, knowing how mad these teases were driving her.
Not needing to hold her hands down anymore, confident that she wouldn't run away now, Kay hooked a finger in the bra between both cups.
"Better tell me how this comes off."
Her voice came off as a rough growl.
Darjeeling gasped when Kay took that tiny bit of lace between her teeth and pulled.
"D-don't bite it like an animal."
Kay growled again, and gave another threatening pull.
The Brit looked down into her captor's hungry eyes. Then, turning her gaze aside, closing her eyes tight, and holding her breath as if she couldn't believe she was seriously about to do this, she moved her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra.
She let her arms fall to her sides again, and turned her eyes to the side to gaze into Kay's eyes.
Perhaps this was consent, not that Kay was waiting for an official diplomatic letter. Making a cute growling sound, she tugged Darjeeling's bra all the way down, over her arms, across her stomach, before it got stuck by the Brit's wrists. Truly a shame the red jacket was still bunched up around her waist. Ah well, at least the important bits were properly exposed now.
In a flash, Kay broke through and assaulted the first stiff peak, utilizing the combined arms of her teeth, lips, and tongue.
"K-Kay…!"
Darjeeling was melting against her tank. Her legs spread unwillingly, inviting her lover to get closer. Her head lay back against the hardened metal, her eyes closed, her mouth panting.
"Kay! Ka-aaay!"
Her fingers threaded in Kay's hair, pulling her closer.
That blonde imp switched targets, immediately laying siege to her captive's other mound. Blitzing up the supple, curvy cliffside with hot kisses, she found and claimed the peak as her own.
What a proper slut, she thought bemusedly, even as Darjeeling's fingers dug into her hair and yanked her mouth upwards.
Gazing into each other's eyes for a brief moment.
"Kay…"
Had she finally surrendered? Or was this the beginning of St. Gloriana's counter offensive?
Kay shivered as those soft, gentle hands slid down her back, clasping her hips and pulling her near.
"D-" she tried speaking her name; cut off by a sudden passionate wave, as lips crashed against lips, and legs and arms pulled her in.
She lost balance and fell into her lover's embrace, noting a very hot place making her thighs moist as she returned Darjeeling's kisses in full force.
Miho laid on the ground, her and her sister's jacket spread underneath her. Only wearing her skirt and underwear, she should feel exposed but her sister's familiar, overwhelming presence pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind.
Maho was also down to her skirt and underwear, having lost her hat somewhere on the ground while she undressed and laid her sister down.
Now that the moment was upon her, the older girl was a bundle of nerves. Struggling to breathe, her hands unsure of what to do, she just stared at Miho's face. Even though she'd gazed with longing at this face for so many years she had it memorized, she couldn't look away. Nothing else could tempt her gaze away. Nothing else soothed her like those clear, loving eyes, or set her heart ablaze like those full, alluring lips.
Not having any sort of plan was scary for both girls, but did they need a plan of action between two sisters? Able to move together in perfect synch, communicate their inner thoughts wordlessly, their desires with eyes alone.
Maho leaned over her sister, on her hands and knees. Miho spread under her, submissive and completely willing.
She saw her little sister glance at her eyes and she knew in that moment what to do.
Leaning in further.
Drawing closer by the heartbeat.
Their eyes locked together until only a breath was separating their lips. Closing their eyes, they both pushed forward. Firm yet gentle pressure. Miho relented quickly, letting her sister take the lead. Moving her hands up to hold onto her sister's shoulders.
Maho felt like she'd drunk poison. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest, her blood ran so hot in her veins she may as well have been set on fire. Her limbs became weak. Her sister's hands grabbed her shoulders and she couldn't hold herself up anymore.
Laying across her sister, their breasts hugging closely, their legs rubbing together, Maho pushed her kiss even deeper.
Miho's spine twitched when she felt a tongue press into her lips, easily penetrating her. She moaned and received her inside, thrusting her tongue against her sister's. Fighting for dominance inside her own mouth, yet somehow hoping she lost this battle.
Maho groaned as she felt her sister's arms wrap around her. She didn't know what to do with her hands. She couldn't even think about it. Her mind was drunk with Miho. Miho. Miho. Miho!
She felt soft, pleasurable warmth beneath her fingers and immediately squeezed. Miho made the cutest sounds with each grope. She felt two hard peaks against her palms, and taking them between her thumbs and fingers twist them gently. Miho whimpered against her mouth. She loved these sounds. She needed them now. More. Much, much more.
Her head was swimming and she felt dizzy. She pulled away and gasped for air.
"S-sis," Miho gasped.
Her face was red and panting. Maho did that to her. To her little sister.
She moved her little sister's nipples between her fingers again and so the pleasurable expressions on her cute face.
A blazing flame was boiling her insides, deep in her belly, between her thighs.
"M-more," Miho begged, hardly able to speak.
More, Maho agreed with the last cognitive reasoning she could muster before pushing forward again and silencing her sister's panting moans with her lips.
Darjeeling hated the position she was in. Hands forward on her tank, her legs spread, her head turned and her eyes glaring at the impish blonde kneeling behind her. Her jacket lay on the Churchill and her skirt was flipped up onto her lower back.
Her panties were wrapped around her left ankle.
The blonde grit her teeth while she bared her ass for Kay.
Saunders' Captain was smiling so infuriatingly cute. The way her eyes gazed at every inch of her made Darjeeling feel wonderfully, tingly things. Damn it, she was not happy with this situation in the slightest.
After getting her so hot and bothered, after such a marvelous make out session, Kay had her assume this position and then started admiring her.
It made her feel great to be cherished with such a sincere gaze. But she was horny, dammit!
"Kay."
Her voice was low, demanding, almost threatening.
The imp in question just grinned and leaned forward.
"What a pretty pussy~" she teased.
"Kay!" Darjeeling blushed.
She gasped when Kay reached forward, grabbing her ass and spreading the cheeks apart.
"Hi, little girl~ Are you this wet just for me~?"
Darjeeling wanted to die, and take Kay with her! How could she utter such embarrassing things! Talking to her unmentionables like that!
But she also liked this part of Kay. This earnest, open hearted devil that didn't even try to hide her feelings.
Much to her chagrin, Kay's cute obscenities only made her wetter.
She became still when she felt soft lips press against her butt cheek, and then the other.
"You can tell me to kiss your ass anytime, DJ."
Darjeeling groaned, almost wanting to toss a cup of tea at that smirking face.
Kay kissed down her prize's legs, reaching the back of her knees and kissing the sensitive places there. She had to help Darjeeling stand upright by holding her legs steady. She kissed her way up her inner thighs, occasionally feeling a wet drip on her face, coming from somewhere very enticing, somewhere just above…
"K-Kay," Darjeeling was trembling now.
Those lips were much too close to where they should never go, and yet so far away she wanted to scream. She bit her lip to keep quiet when she heard Kay chuckle. She tried not to think about the sniff sniff she heard from behind her. Controlling her breathing as best as she could, she tamed her emotions. She was the captain of a prestigious all girls high school's senshadou team.
She nearly screamed anyway when she felt two fingers pry apart her wet folds, and a hot, slippery tongue pushed inside. Her head lowered, her shoulders raised up, as her body clenched up. Her thighs instinctually clamped around Kay's face.
Darjeeling hated this so much. This position, the circumstances, this impish devil tasting every inch of her feverish, soaking wet depths like she was enjoying her favorite lollipop. Kay's tongue was hardly inside her body for a minute, and already-
A-already…
The young girl suddenly clenched up tight, like a spring wound up to the breaking point. Her entire body shivering from her messy hair that'd fallen from its braid, to her bare toes curling in the grass.
She felt Kay's tongue move to her hot little nub hidden between her thighs. And without even having the time to yell out any warning, Darjeeling cried out loudly. Twitching, whimpering her lover's name, her juices sprinkling hotly all over Kay's mouth.
That tongue slipped back inside her spasming folds and forced her to ride out a second wave of ecstasy. Unwillingly releasing another gush of moans and love juices onto her lover's face, Darjeeling fell forward onto her tank's hard exterior.
Kay cleaned her up nicely. Licking every sticky drop away from her thighs, and finally polishing her pussy until it was sparkly clean. Every flick of her tongue sent a pleasurable jolt down Darjeeling's spine.
"K-Kay, stop," she had to beg before her domineering captor would relent.
Chuckling as she hopped up onto the armored skirt, Kay smiled down at the lovely mess she'd made.
"This look suits you."
Darjeeling, a flushed, panting, messy girl that'd just been thoroughly ravished, could only glare at her in defiance.
Kay leaned down, gently wiping the sweaty strands of hair away from Darjeeling's face before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"You're beautiful."
Darjeeling's heart skipped at the earnest praise.
"My cute slut~"
Then narrowed her eyes because Kay had to ruin the moment.
"F-fu-"
She had to steady her breath in order to get it out.
"Fuck you."
Kay laughed, clutching her side and nearly falling off the skirt. Darjeeling finally stood up on legs that still tingled with desire. Glaring at this obnoxious girl, she grabbed her by the shoulders and tossed her to the ground.
Kay groaned as she crashed onto the grass. She meant to scold her prisoner for being disobedient, but her voice caught in her throat.
That gloriously long, breathtakingly golden hair was shimmering down Darjeeling's body like a sparkling waterfall of sunshine. Her naked breasts moved with every pant. Her skirt had slipped down one hip and was barely held up by the other. The rest of her precious, milky white skin was completely exposed and the girl wasn't even trying to hide it.
Those eyes, however, were dangerous with intent. Like a young country that'd finally gotten the courage to rise up and break its shackles, Darjeeling was about to get her revenge.
Miho was squirming too much. Her body writhed with fluid motions. It was difficult enough to maintain constant contact, but Maho's ultimate goal of pinning her little sister down was becoming a futile endeavor.
The strength had long left her limbs. The older girl eventually had to lay down on her sister for a brief respite.
Her ear laying betwixt Miho's bare breasts, the comforting melody of her heartbeat warmed her up. Miho's breathing was rough, just like her own. She pressed soft kisses to the exposed skin lying defenseless by her lips, and felt her strength slowly returning with each cute gasping sound she caused.
"A-are you ok?"
Maho heard those words and lifted herself up on slightly unsteady arms. Looking down at her beloved sister, she noticed Miho's eyes grow wide, wet, and teary.
"Wha-"
Maho was cut off by arms circling her neck, and lips claiming her mouth. In a sudden counterattack she couldn't anticipate, Maho found herself the one pinned on the ground. And now she was looking up at the sky and seeing the bright, smiling sun above. Reaching up to cup her sun's cheek, not even realizing the smile she was making on her own face, she finally felt sure of what she wanted to do.
"I love you."
Miho leaned into her hand, closing her eyes for a brief moment to soak in the unrestrained love and attention.
When her eyes opened, Maho saw the burning fire in them. She knew surrendering was what she wanted to do. As Miho's lips descended upon her exposed flesh with calculated precision, there was nothing else she wanted.
"This is your fault."
Those dangerous words sent shivers down Kay's spine, as a mop of messy blonde hair disappeared between her thighs.
Held down on the ground, with both legs forcibly opened by her prisoner's hands, Kay wasn't exactly trying to resist. The anticipation of wanting to see what Darjeeling would do to her made her too excited and curious. Perhaps she might suffer for it just like a cat, but to hell with it.
She felt teeth bite into her thigh and she cried out.
"DJ, what the hELL!?"
Her question was abruptly smoothed over by a tongue suddenly dipping into her wet heat.
Kay grabbed that blonde hair to hold it in place right where she wanted it. But it moved away, and then she felt another love bite on her other thigh.
"DJ!" she gasped, begged.
Startling deep, passionate blue eyes glared at her from between her thighs.
"Oh fuck," she cursed herself before bracing herself on the ground for what was to come next.
Equally devilish tongue and teeth toyed with her like a mouse, thoroughly getting revenge for the crushing defeat before.
Her mind was entirely focused on the succubus eating away at her soul. Though she could still hear the uncharacteristically loud sounds from across the field, her mind just couldn't process that Maho was moaning just as loudly as she herself was.
Darjeeling was kneeling but also leaning forward with an alluring curve in her back. A feline posture that had her round ass presented for no one to enjoy, while her claws and fangs enjoyed Kay's defenseless pussy.
Maho found herself in an identical position, though her partner took a gentler approach.
Lost in their own world, within each other's eyes, Maho's hands clenched around her sister's jacket still acting as a blanket beneath her naked skin. Her sister had raised one of Maho's legs up and fit herself in place, like sliding two puzzle pieces together.
Miho was grinding back and forth, every part of the motion sending thrilling pulses through her body. Bumping their sexes together when she surged forward. Dragging their sensitive bits against their partner's thighs as she retreated. Miho hugged her sister's leg between her breasts, and when she had the breath for it she gave it loving kisses.
Maho thrust her hips forward when she could, and laid still and took the hits when she couldn't.
All too soon it was too much for her. Miho felt her twitching and knew. She knew what she was causing deep inside her sister, and she went into a flurry of motion. Riding her sister's thigh, and angling herself to give Maho the most pleasure she could.
And when Maho cried out her name louder than she'd ever done before, she didn't relent.
Miho rode until she couldn't ride anymore, and eventually dropped her sister's leg and fell onto her chest.
She herself didn't climax, but that didn't matter.
Maho's ragged breaths, rapid heartbeat, and alluring scent were all the orgasmic sensations she needed to be satisfied.
Her older sister noticed it, however.
"Miho?"
Miho was rolled onto her side.
"Miho, did you not c-cum?"
Her older sister managed to still show an embarrassed side, even after having sex with her own sister.
Miho smiled and shook her head. She tried to say it was ok and that she was just happy to have given her sister pleasure.
But Maho wouldn't allow that.
She nudged her little sister onto her back and leaned over her from the side.
Miho shivered when she felt fingers sliding across her bare stomach, and gasped when they found her hidden spot.
"Your pleasure matters to me, too."
Miho gasped again when a finger slipped just past the inner lips.
"We're lovers now. Equals."
Those piercing eyes were almost as enticing as the finger slowly pushing inside her walls.
"Say my name. Miho."
The younger sister shivered, and gasped as that finger curled upward. Such an unfair request timed with a calculated attack on her weakest spot.
"B-but-"
Maho left her no room for debate. Driven by a desire to be as intimately close as possible, and this was one of the last walls left to knock down. As odd as it was for the younger sister to call her older sister by her first name.
Miho felt another finger edging toward her opening, like it was threatening her with punishment should she make Maho wait even a second longer.
Meeting that piercing gaze with her own fiery eyes, she replied.
"Maho."
She saw her sister tremble and felt drops of unashamed love fall onto her thigh.
She squirmed as Maho's fingers both dove deep into her wet heat.
"Say it again."
Miho tried amidst her broken gasps.
"Ma-ho!"
Maho knew her sister was close now. The twitches, the curling legs pressing up against her, and even the hand that grabbed onto her arm like she was desperately holding on to keep from falling. It spurred her on, wanting to see just how far she could push Miho until she'd finally fall.
With no hint of shame or hesitation, "Do you want to cum?" she whispered in her little sister's ear.
Miho didn't reply.
Not enough pressure? Or perhaps… too much?
Maho slipped her fingers slowly out of her sister, ensuring to lightly scrape her nails across those cute, pink lips as the final point of contact.
"Tell me what you want me to do."
Miho's body was quivering with need. She couldn't lay still. Her eyes looked so vulnerable and desirable, igniting the wolfish instincts inside her big sister.
"P-please…"
Maho leaned forward, biting her ear lobe.
"Please what?"
Miho shivered, unconsciously baring her neck for her sister, or perhaps intentionally tempting her.
"Please… make me c-cum…"
Taking that unspoken invitation, Maho marked her prize's neck with her teeth, then lovingly soothed the bite with her soft tongue.
"Say it properly. Who are you speaking to?"
Miho finally looked at her sister's face. Already knowing without needing to be told in exact words what they both needed to hear.
"Please, M-Maho. P-please, make me cum."
The older girl rolled onto her stomach and slid her sister's leg over her shoulder.
Miho gulped, seeing her sister lying between her thighs. Did she dare turn back now?
"As you wish."
Kissing her way swiftly to her destination, she pressed her lips right where Miho needed them the most. Then, pressing her tongue inside, she had to hold her sister's legs down from the sudden spike of pleasure she forced upon the poor girl.
"MAHO!"
Suddenly, her climax burst open, tearing through her body like a tsunami. Her hips arched off the ground, whilst her body contracted almost violently. All the while, her loving sister held her and guided her through it all with tender kisses.
When she finally fell back down to earth, Maho crawled up her body and laid her head back on her breasts. They shared a wet - very wet - kiss. Miho blinked twice, and then flushed pink when she realized how wet her sister's face was, and what could have possibly drenched her like so.
Maho seemed to love it, wearing her sister's love juices like a war prize.
The two laid together under the warm sun, until they were startled by a cat call.
Whistling loudly, unknowingly breaking the mood for everyone, Kay stood over them completely ass naked. Behind her was a half dressed and slightly angry Darjeeling.
"Wow, Maho. You really did it this time. Your own little sister, huh. You're more Saunders than me!"
She cried out when Darjeeling tapped her head a little too harshly.
"Be quiet, and get dressed."
Miho blushed when she saw all the bite marks all over Kay's body. She found herself unable to meet Darjeeling's worried eyes, knowing the owner caused such devastation.
"Um," Darjeeling wasn't sure where to look when both sisters were very naked and tied together from head to toe, "Are you both ok?"
It wouldn't do to only ask Miho when Maho also looked like she'd been put through hell and back.
Maho nodded solemnly before turning her face back to her sister's breasts, almost falling asleep instantly and not even caring how naked they were in front of another captain.
Miho also nodded, and replied, "Y-yes."
Preempting the expected followup question, she continued, "And I don't- We don't… regret it either."
Darjeeling smiled and nodded.
"Wonderful."
And then blushed as hotly as her scarlet jacket that'd just fell down her shoulders exposing her boobs.
She covered herself hastily and turned to walk away, but before she left the sisters she gave Miho a daring glance.
"Next time we'll beat them for sure. And when we do, let's show them no mercy."
Miho chuckled, internally wishing for Kay's strength and fortitude to stay true in the battles to come.
She moaned as Maho squeezed her closely in a tight hug.
"M-Maho?"
It would take awhile to get used to calling her older sister by her name.
"What now?" came a whispered question from Miho's chest, where a girl was currently hiding.
"What do you mean?"
Maho lifted her head up and looked her sister in the eye.
"What are we now…"
Miho smiled and cupped her sister's cheek. Showing how similar both sisters were in their desire for each other, Maho leaned into her hand just as her little sister had done earlier.
"We're sisters."
Guiding Maho's face closer, she continued.
"Lovers."
She saw something twinkling in Maho's eyes as their lips were pressed together.
"And equals."