A/N: Things escalate pretty quickly.
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Mask of Glass
Part 4
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"Please don't stop."
Fear. Fear and apprehension would have been the strongest and most prevalent feelings that crawled through Yumi's subconscious after she uttered those words.
Would Touko suddenly have a change of heart and change her mind? Would she suddenly back off, laugh cruelly and say what a silly, crazy girl Yumi was? There was simply no way Touko would actually want Yumi in that way. That everything up until now was a sick, elaborate prank.
Onee-sama! Her Soeur's voice seemed to scoff in her ears. Did you actually think I would want to continue! The depressing, yet wholly-believable idea echoed in mind. They even carried the real Touko's characteristic dryness, Yumi noted absently.
But just as Yumi's heart started the thump harder in her chest as the fear of rejection threatened to take hold, Touko's hard, calculating look melted to a softer one. This new face was a countenance that the younger girl didn't show many people. It lacked the cool aloofness that Touko normally exerted, and instead showed caring, a hint of embarrassment, and fondness. It was a look Yumi knew that Touko saved for her and her alone.
"Of course, Onee-sama." She whispered, leaning her face into Yumi's hand cupping her cheek. Then, so quick that Yumi almost got whiplash from it, her expression snapped into one of determination, and resolve. "But remember, you are a doll. Your rehearsal is still ongoing, after all." She leaned back in towards Yumi and hovered there, her lips barely a hairs width away from her own.
"It wouldn't do to break character now, would it? Not after all your hard work."
The breathy murmur hit Yumi's mouth and at once sucked all the moisture that she had just finished working back into it. She blinked a few times and opened her mouth to respond, only to rasp out a wordless reply.
Touko's lips curled upwards into her usual smirk. "Yes, Onee-sama?" She said sardonically. "Speak up. This will be the last time I let you."
Oh… Yumi's stomach flipped at that. She would not be allowed to speak. Of course not; she was supposed to be a doll, after all. No moving, no speaking, and certainly no reacting to whatever it was Touko that had in store for her.
Suddenly feeling the phantom twitches of her stomach muscles, still recalling what it felt like to have Touko's hands press up against it, her face heated with a warm blush. As she locked eyes with Touko, she slowly licked her lips and whispered the first thing that came to her mind,
"Then can I… make other noises?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how it must have sounded. How… scandalous and unseemly she must be. How naughty of a girl she must have looked right at that moment. She shut her eyes in shame and covered her face with her hands. Touko… don't look at me. I am such a horrible girl.
Worse yet, she knew she had said exactly what was on her mind. She wanted Touko to continue what she had been doing. She wanted Touko to go further. She wanted to be touched. She wanted more of the strange, yet pleasant, feeling to fill her body. Even more so, she wanted to be a doll while doing it. Something about the idea of Touko having complete control over her appealed to Yumi. It let her concentrate on Touko, and what she was doing, and not have to worry about mucking things up.
The problem was, if she was a doll, she had to stay silent. She didn't want that. She wanted Touko to know that she liked what she was doing. She wanted to respond, if not by actions, then by sound. And if she couldn't talk, then that only left…
Making noises… Yumi swallowed, turning over how that sounded in her head. How dirty.
But surprisingly, instead of being brushing off the older girl's suggestion, Touko giggled, tilting her head to the side as she regarded Yumi. "Why, Onee-sama… how positively naughty of you." she remarked, mirth coloring her voice. Yumi blushed again and stared at the ground in shame. She felt Touko's hand grab a firm hold of her chin and raise it again, so that she looked back up into her suddenly intense gaze.
"I like that idea." Touko murmured, leaning back in to inhale at the spot on Yumi's neck, just below her ear. The older girl sucked in a sharp breath, shivering slightly in response. "Well then, Onee-sama… don't break character now."
Yumi sucked in a breath as she felt Touko slowly graze her lips from her neck, up her jawline, and to her mouth. She placed a single, surprising chaste, kiss on the older girl's lips, and then pulled away slightly. She leaned back and standing straight with her hands on her hips, she sent a significant look at her Grande Soeur. Yumi swallowed and nodded.
The message was clear.
Curtain up.
Showtime.
Yumi took a deep, steadying breath. She stretched out her arms and legs, curling her toes inside her shoes. She rotated her neck, wincing as an unladylike pop sounded as she did so. There was nothing she could really do about the pounding in her chest, or the butterflies invading her belly, but really, those weren't caused by her sitting like a doll for thirty plus minutes.
Oh no… they were caused by something else entirely.
Yumi took a final, deep breath and, fixing her Soeur's unreadable gaze with one of her own, she nodded.
There was a flash of… something… behind Touko's gaze. Yumi wasn't entirely sure what it was before it disappeared, making way for cool, apathetic appraisal. It was, Yumi thought, chagrined, the younger girl's usual look after all.
She didn't have much time to reacclimatize to not moving again before Touko stepped forward, returning to her previous actions. She pressed her mouth to Yumi's, not wasting any time in darting her tongue out to swipe across the older girl's lips. Yumi, trying what little she could to assist, parted her lips minutely so Touko's appendage could gain access. She felt Touko's tongue slip inside her mouth, roaming around with purpose; touching the inside of her cheeks, sliding across her teeth, prodding above and beneath her own tongue.
Yumi remembered, not too long ago when she read a little about the different muscles in the human body, that the tongue was one of the most powerful muscles they had. The awkwardness was made even worse at the time because a girl just had to made a phallic joke –in class no less—about being strong "before… of after?" and was met with nervous titters. Anyway, whether the tongue was strong because of how it never stopped moving even while the body was at rest, she didn't know. But regardless, try as she might, she couldn't quite keep her own tongue from keeping still as Touko explored the inside of her mouth.
She felt, more than heard, the soft sigh that Touko breathed when their tongues met and engaged in a silent but aggressive melee. The younger girl tilted her head slightly to the side, getting a better angle, and reached up to wrap her arms around the back of Yumi, winding her fingers through her hair from the back of her head to behind her neck.
"Onee-sama." Yumi murmured softly, withdrawing her tongue from Yumi's mouth. Whether or not she expected a response, either verbal or otherwise, was irrelevant as she dove right back in with barely a steadying breath.
Yumi could not do anything except sit there, staying as still as possible as Touko took advantage of her position over Yumi. She poked and prodded with her tongue. She placed kiss after wet, hungry kiss against her lips. She pulled and tugged at the hair at the back of Yumi's head. All of the sensations flooding through Yumi from the top of her head down to her toes, and right back up again, setting her nerves on fire and making her heart beat painfully in her chest.
She had never felt this way before… at least, not with another person. Least of all, Touko. Sure, every now and again when she felt… well… overanxious… she would try and alleviate some of the tension herself. It was embarrassing, and more than a little shameful; especially when her brother was in the next room doing who knows what.
But by God and Maria-sama, did it feel good.
And with Touko making her feel with way, it made it even better. And she hadn't even touched her yet!
Yumi shuddered involuntarily at the thought of Touko touching her in… that way… and a tinny whine escaped from her throat when Touko pulled back. Yumi's eyes flicked down to see a thin strand of saliva dangle between hers and Touko's tongues before snapping apart.
How lewd. Yumi's voice flitted through her head weakly. But she couldn't find it in her to be embarrassed at the thought. But… I want more.
Touko's mouth made to return, but instead of overtaking Yumi's again, she diverted at the last second to slide her lips down her chin to her jawline, peppering the skin there with small butterfly kisses and short, sweet nips of her teeth. When she reached Yumi's neck, Touko gently bit down on the flesh, eliciting a sharp yelp from Yumi.
Touko giggled, "Now, Onee-sama, none of that." She bit Yumi again, causing the older girl to fidget slightly in her seat. "No moving, remember? Your fans are watching."
T-Touko. Yumi whimpered silently, commanding her eyes to stare past the top of Touko's head to her favorite corner of the room. You're so evil.
Touko nibbled on Yumi's neck for a few moments, taking the time to lick the sensitive skin there every now and again, before continuing on. She placed kisses down her Grande Soeur's neck to her collarbone, and back to her shoulder, nuzzling the bony protrusion with her cheek.
"I find myself with a problem, Onee-sama." Yumi heard the girl mutter. Yumi blinked twice, somehow confident that Touko would not fault her for it, but otherwise didn't respond.
As Yumi guessed she would, the younger girl pressed on. "As I said before, you skin is lovely. White, smooth, and smells like-" she leaned over and pressed her face into the exposed skin between her neck and shoulder, above her left breast. "Like honey and almonds." Her hands broke free form their confines in Yumi's hair to trail down to her shoulders, tugging gently on her shirt that was still bunched just below her shoulders.
"My problem is, Onee-sama," She continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to see more of it. I want to taste more of it." She made her intentions clear by grasping the top of Yumi's shirt tightly in her fists, and pulling towards her. "I want to touch you. I want to taste you. I want to lick you. I want to do… things to you." She suddenly took a deep shuddering breath, pressing her face further into Yumi's breast. "Can I? Can I see more of you?" Her voice was muffled from her position against Yumi's front, but she thought the younger girl sounded different, almost hesitant in her tone. "I don't want to overstep my boundaries. Well," She snorted airily, shifting so her ear against the older girl's chest. "Any more than I have, of course. You told me not to stop, but…" She trailed off, as if thinking of the words to say.
"I am afraid you will change your mind. I want to keep touching you. To keep tasting you. More of you. I want to see everything. I want… I want to share everything. I don't even know what I am saying." She chuckled, the vibration settling into Yumi's breast comfortably. "I just know I want… I don't want to stop."
She pulled back and peered into Yumi's line of sight, her dark eyes settling on Yumi's blank stare. "Onee-sama… Please give me a sign. Give me permission to… not stop. Please?"
A thousand different reasons as to why she shouldn't give Touko her sign went through Yumi's head. They were Soeurs. They were both girls. They were friends before… well… lovers? Was Yumi reading into that right? Was that was Touko was talking about? Did Touko want… to go all the way? It seemed awfully extreme to her, considering they had never even broached the subject before. But as her eyes focused onto Touko's intense, almost pleading stare, she knew she could never deny her Soeur anything. Even something like this.
Yumi slowly, deliberately, blinked her assent.
Touko's face, as it lit up in relief and joy, was all the reward Yumi could have asked for. The sudden feeling of Touko attacking her mouth and breasts were just a bonus, apparently.
The younger girl kissed Yumi hungrily while her hands worked at her shirt, groping and tugging gently, but also aggressively. It was clear Touko took her permission given seriously.
Touko didn't stay her course for long however, as she broke free of Yumi's lips and looked down to pull at her shirt. She started at the bottom, grasping the untucked ends of Yumi's top and pulling it up above her belly. Touko didn't even give Yumi the opportunity to get embarrassed before lowering her head to her exposed stomach and pressing her lips to her skin.
"Ahn—" Yumi gasped involuntarily, and felt her face warm in shock at the sudden feeling that assaulted her system. It was sudden, and powerful, and not unlike those times where she had been quite alone in her room, quietly trying to alleviate her own frustration. She felt her legs twitch and her thighs press together. Her spine arched as she tried but failed miserably to ignore the strange, maddening sensation of Touko's lips against her belly.
The feeling of Touko's tongue, which had suddenly darted out to taste what Yumi assumed to be her bellybutton, certainly didn't help at all.
"Ah- haa-" Yumi breathed in and out, her chest heaving heavily as she tried to ride out whatever sensation that threatened to take over. The embarrassing, and quite frankly, arousing, feeling of Touko's tongue on her stomach, poking and prodding her, even as something as mundane as her bellybutton, was exciting.
Yumi wanted more.
Touko seemed to read her mind, as she usually seemed to be able to do. After a few seconds of torture to Yumi's belly, she withdrew a step so she could continue what she started with her shirt. She pulled the dark uniform up so that it was bunched up just below Yumi's breasts. Yumi flicked her eyes down to catch Touko's gaze locked with hers, her Souer's piercing stare seemed to convey too many thoughts to consider, the most prevalent being "Is this okay? Do you want me to continue?"
Minutely, Yumi nodded and exhaled a shaky breath, returning to her vigil with the wall.
She felt her shirt lift up past her bra, which she knew was a boring, off-white affair; one that didn't do much to impress or show off her modest size. She secretly hoped that Touko was not disappointed with her… assets… as she knew the younger girl was, at that moment, seeing her in all her B-cup 'glory'.
Yumi heard Touko exhale deeply and, and what sounded to Yumi's ears like swallow. "Onee-sama." The younger girl breathed, leaning forward and press her face up against Yumi's breast. She inhaled again, causing Yumi's cheeks to burn in response to the, well, arousing feeling of Touko smelling her breast. "They smell delicious."
The affirmation that Touko obviously approved of what Yumi had to offer her was enough to cause a sharp, excited gasp to tumble from her throat. She licked her lips, still tasting Touko's lingering essence on them, and chanced a glance down at her Soeur.
The younger girl looked up at Yumi with a smoldering gaze, a wicked smirk on her lips. "Why, Onee-sama," She murmured, nudging Yumi's bra with her nose. "What a lovely sound you just made. I think I want to hear it again."
Without breaking her gaze from the older girl, Touko leaned back and reached down to Yumi's wrists, grasping them lightly in her hands. "And I think I know just how to get you to do it." She continued, pulling Yumi's arms up to linger above her head. She let go and, making sure the other kept her arms where she positioned them, pointing straight up towards the ceiling, reached down to grasp the bottom of Yumi's shirt, still bunched up above her breasts.
"Let's get rid of this, shall we?"
Slowly, almost agonizingly so, Touko pulled Yumi's shirt up, over her torso and head, sliding it past her arms and over, and then tossed it gently on the table beside them, leaving Yumi quite naked –save her bra – from the waist up.
Yumi was pretty sure, right then and there, she could have lit up the whole room with how bright her blush felt.
She watched Touko, keeping her face as blank and neutral as possible, roam her eyes over her upper body. She started at her face, and traveled down to her neck, her exposed shoulders, her chest, her breasts though still covered by her bra, to her stomach and abdomen, and then back up to her arms to her fingers, and all the way back down.
For God's sake Touko… will you put my arms back down? I didn't shave and this is getting embarrassing. Yumi groused to herself, though kept her expression neutral. The younger girl smiled gently and reached out, grasping her upper arms to re-position them back at Yumi's side.
Sending a word of thanks through her silence, Yumi found her usual spot in the corner of the room and settled back into her doll persona.
She felt Touko's fingers ghost across her skin, staring at her shoulders and traveled down her arms, giving her goosebumps as she worked her way back towards Yumi's underarms, then down her sides. They skimmed across the sensitive skin of Yumi's stomach, causing the muscle to lurch deliciously in response. Yumi gasped aloud, and squirmed in her seat before forcing herself to remain still again. She knew Touko wouldn't begrudge her moving a little in this case.
But only a little.
I can't disappoint my fans, now, can I?
Touko's fingers abandoned caressing Yumi's stomach to continue the journey to towards their destination, her breasts. Yumi's heart pounded in her chest as she felt fingers prod and tug at the soft, form-fitting fabric of her bra, and then dip slightly in between the top of the article and her skin, eliciting a tiny gasp from her as she did so.
"As much as I love your choice in underwear, Onee-sama," Touko said, her tone as dry as the Sahara, "I think things will be more fun if we got rid of it, don't you?" Yumi didn't respond, as was trained to, and Touko laughed airily, her tone taking a sardonic turn. "What's that? You agree? I thought so. We aren't Soeurs for nothing, after all."
Yumi knew exactly where Touko's hands were going even before they started moving. They abandoned their vigil on her front, but not without a final squeeze, and made their way around Yumi's torso. Her hands slipped between her arms and trailed across Yumi's bra-strap, finally reaching the clasp at the back. Touko's fingers manipulated the simple catch for a few moments before getting results. She grasped at each end of the article with both hands and tugged them apart. The straps, now free, slid down Yumi's shoulders and hung on her upper arms. Touko leaned back few inches and Yumi could barely make out her usual smirk in her peripheral.
Without speaking another word, she reached back around and pulled at the straps on her arms, pulling the bra, cups and all, away from Yumi, effectively leaving her chest completely bared to the world.
Yumi swallowed, forcing herself not to fidget at the suddenly cold sensation that hit her bare breasts. It was, while not uncomfortable, not quite something she was used to feeling. Even at home, she never went naked from the waist up for long. She would usually wear a nightshirt after her nightly shower, forgoing a bra for comforts sake. It wasn't the warmest shirt in the world, but it was scant warmer than nothing at all. And nothing at all was what she was wearing now.
Yumi, like most girls her age, had a few things she was insecure about. Her height, for one. Though that wasn't really much of an issue anymore now that she was just shy of one hundred and sixty-five centimeters. Her figure was another. Like most Japanese, she never really 'filled out' the way she really wanted. Her hips were a bit too narrow, her legs were thin and her knees were knobby. Her waist was alright, she guessed, but then again she never had a problem with her waistline before.
Her bust, however, was something Yumi always secretly was not quite happy with. She knew she didn't have the smallest chest in, say, the school. But neither was she on terms with other young women her age as… Oh, for example, Sachiko or Shimako. The two of them seemed to have upwards of D-cups, at a glance. But Yumi didn't quite measure up, and it was something that never really sat well with her. And with Touko now getting an eyeful of Yumi's not-so-large bust, Yumi was decidedly ashamed that she hadn't drunk enough milk when she was younger.
Apparently though, from the way Touko reached out and palmed Yumi's breasts gently – causing the older girl to suck in a sharp breath at the sudden contact to her flesh – she either didn't mind, or approved of Yumi's breasts.
"Onee-sama," Touko whispered, her voice breathy and soft. "You feel so soft. They are the perfect size."
"Ahn—" Yumi breathed, her chest heaving unconsciously under Touko's hands. "T-Tou- Ahh!" Yumi, whether she was about to accidentally mutter her Soeur's name or not was interrupted with Touko wrapped her thumb and index finger around Yumi's nipple and pinched it lightly. It was a soft tug, but it was such a new experience for Yumi that she couldn't help whimpering in response. Her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth opened, the sound slipping out from her throat as a high pitched whine.
Oh. My. God. Did I make that sound?
Blushing, she turned her head away, knowing full well that she wasn't allowed to move under her own power. But the shame of being seen by Touko like that, even if the girl had been the one to do it to her, was too much. She looked away and bit her lip. What a horrible, disgusting girl I am… making such dirty sounds like that.
She half expected Touko to laugh, even endearingly, at Yumi's immature reaction to such a thing. But feeling one of Touko's hands abandon her breast and gently tugging on her chin, she turned her head to peer back at the younger girl.
The dark pink flush on Touko's cheeks were certainly a surprise. Apparently, she was enjoying this just as much as Yumi was.
That… was pleasing.
"Onee-sama…" Touko breathed. "Don't turn away. I want to see your face when I touch you. I want to hear your voice when I taste you. I want to know how you feel when I-" She swallowed, her soft voice and healthy flush betraying her otherwise normal visage. "I do this to you." She backed up her words with another soft pinch of Yumi's quickly hardening nipple.
At that, Yumi let out another whimper, arching her back reflexively so she pushed her breast further into Touko's grip. The younger girl responded by returning her hand from her chin back to her other breast, and squeezing that along with the first. With both hands working at her breasts, squeezing gently with the occasional pinch, she returned to Yumi's lips, capturing them with a hungry kiss.
Yumi didn't even hesitate to open her mouth this time, abandoning all pretenses at keeping her doll persona. She reached her tongue out to meet Touko's and felt her chest vibrate with a soft groan when they met, sliding around to try and gain the upper hand against each other. She felt Touko tilt her head, as she usually seemed to do when kissing her, and moaned into her mouth as she broke away to mutter her name, only to return to her lips in full-force.
She felt Touko knead and squeeze her breasts, tug and pinch her nipples, lick and kiss her lips and face. So many different and wild feelings and sensations assaulted her and Yumi was quickly becoming overwhelmed by them all.
"Ahh—" She whimpered again as Touko pulled away from her lips. The younger girl placed another quick and wet kiss on Yumi's chin, then again on her neck, and another then right below her neck, just above her breast. Yumi's eyes widened in realization as to what Touko was about to do, and she was about to call out to the girl to tell her… something… before she wrapped her lips around Yumi's left breast.
Whatever Yumi had tried to say then was lost, as a groan tumbled free from her lips as Touko moved her mouth over her breast, wasting no time in adding her tongue to the arousing sensations that caused Yumi to shiver and shift her hips on her seat.
She gasped, whimpered and mewled as Touko worked at her bare breast, and clamped her eyes shut in shame as she rubbed her thighs together, feeling the tell-tale wetness growing between her legs.
Oh my God, Touko… She groaned silently, not caring anymore of how dirty and lewd the noises she was making sounded. Touko clearly approved of them, as every time Yumi gasped and sighed, her Soeur would hum appreciatively and renew her assault on her breast.
After a few minutes, she released Yumi's nipple with a wet 'pop' and immediately moved to the other, wrapping her lips around it and gave a gentle suck.
Yumi, completely ignoring the fact that she was not supposed to move, reached up with her hand and wound her fingers in Touko's hair, urging her on with not-so-subtle tugs on her hair. Touko obliged with abandon, using tongue and lips and teeth in her attention on Yumi's aching breasts.
Yumi never even noticed Touko's other hand had left its place on her other breast until it dipped under the waistband of her skirt.
"Ah-!" The muscles in Yumi's abdomen lurched, half in shock and half in sheer arousal, at the sudden intrusion of Touko's fingers in her skirt. The action made Touko release her breast and look up, her dark eyes silent, but speaking clearly to Yumi:
Touko wanted to go further. She wanted to do more, and she wanted Yumi to let her.
Again, there was no contest for the matter.
Yumi heaved a heavy, shuddering sigh, and reached down to the catch of her skirt, intent on loosening it to give Touko clear access.
"Help me." She muttered Touko after a few moments. Her hands were shaking in excitement and it made it almost impossible to work the damn thing. Touko, apparently also totally overlooking the fact that Yumi had given up being a doll, assisted Yumi with equally shaky fingers. Luckily though, between the two of them, they loosened Yumi's pleated skirt without damaging the article.
That would have been slightly embarrassing.
Yumi lifted up her hips enough for Touko to tug the skirt down her legs and toss it to the side; though with a clear lack of patience she had with her shirt and bra. Yumi barely had time to note that, with pleasant surprise, she had in fact worn one of her more flattering pair of light blue panties, before Touko turned back towards her, the younger girls eyes blazing with intent, and unmistakable –even to Yumi's more-or-less naïve eyes—lust.
"Onee-sama…" She started, and then swallowed, her eyes darting from Yumi's face, to her bare breasts, to her hips and legs, and her crotch, then back to her face.
Nodding, Yumi reached out to grasp Touko's suddenly shaking hands. She clasped their hands together, intertwining fingers and squeezing them, trying to reassure Touko as well as herself. Everything would be fine. Yumi wanted this. Touko wanted this.
"Go ahead." Yumi breathed, guiding her Soeurs hand down to her abdomen, and smiled when she felt Touko's fingers slip underneath the elastic of her underwear.
Apparently, Touko didn't need to be told twice.
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End of Part 4
A/N: More to come.
Hah.
To all my American buddies, Happy Labor Day Weekend.
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