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The purple casing was a bit much. The lacquered and artificial surface even more so under the dissecting glare that currently beheld it. Prone and unassuming, the cell phone seemed to glower back at her, taunting, as it had since it had arrived in their home the month prior, unannounced and without explanation from her elder sister.
It was noisy. Even more noisy than Towa herself, and more frequent in its annoyance- no easy feat. All hours of the day it buzzed, rang, and chirped and all hours of the day it occupied her already easily distracted sister from the moments usually reserved for her. The alarming and grating whistle of the bird had been explained away quickly by Towa in the first week.
“It’s just a Twitter notification, Setsuna-chan!” a toothy smile would accompany her flippant explanation.
And though Setsuna cared little for the social media hype of their generation, it assured her slightly to know that it was some classwork assigned tweet or news article that was pulling Towa’s attention during the day rather than one of those instagram influencers with half their ass on display. No that would never do.
The texts, on the other hand, were not so easily explained away, though it did not stop Towa from trying. The night before she’d shown her a fresh message, the green tint of it blinding as her big sister held it excitedly before her,
“Setsuna-chan, my packages are shipping!” The excited bounce of her often overzealous sister almost made her smile, almost .
It did not account for the remaining amounts of messages she received from an unknown number. Something Setsuna had seen over Towa’s shoulder when said girl thought she wasn’t in the kitchen, only to flip around suddenly at her ensuing reveal of presence. Nervous grin plastered all over her guilty face.
The text had simply read:
Call me.
And though the sight had made her mood sour with suspicion, Towa had reassured her vehemently that it was merely a supplier in one of her seemingly never ending package deliveries. A week later, Towa would present the latest order to her in further proof, silver head popping over the brown wrapping she’d only just shoved in her face with a beaming smile,
“See, Setsuna-chan! I got you a present,”
The dress was pretty, Towa’s favorite color of course, and her reaction to Setsuna in it had been more than welcome after weeks of dealing with her prior disinterest for the sake of her precious phone.
But none of this, not a bit of it, could fix Setsuna’s final complaint with Towa’s newly acquired device, the origins of which were still unknown.
The calls had started immediately and unlike the social media notifications and texts, could not be explained away. Could not make her forget the now nightly occurrence, in which her usually overindulging sister would quickly rush away to talk to her mysterious caller, always out of earshot, in hushed tones and whispers.
She caught a bit of it once before Towa realized she was eavesdropping and quickly disconnected, an action that did nothing but further the deeply held suspicion that this phone and everything it had ushered in was no good. Calling sharply all her priorly explained away texts and habits back into the web of Setsuna’s growing distress that perhaps…
No, it couldn’t be possible. Towa loved her. But still, why hide it? Especially when the bits she’d heard in the call had seemed fairly mundane, describing her day like she often did with her after her classes and internship had concluded. The thought only troubled her further, why would Towa be treating anyone else the way she treated her ?
It took Setsuna three weeks to confront her, cornering her within the confines of their small studio apartment after her classes for the day had concluded. Three weeks to finally ask the question that had been eating at her,
“Towa, who has been calling you?”
Keeping tabs on you.
Texting you.
Occupying you.
Towa being the kind soul that she was, answered plainly, cerise eyes wide and watery in her innocence, hands waving sheepishly in order to better pacify her.
“It’s no one, Setsuna-chan, honest!”
At the narrowing of her eyes, Towa would attempt again to pacify her clearly unappeased baby sister, “Neh, don’t be so serious, look they're having some sort of festival on campus,” from her satchel she retrieved the flyer, “let's go together.”
Her smile was inviting, eyes bright in offer though the clumsy attempt at distraction could not stop the nagging feeling in Setsuna, the one that had been building for weeks, from growing exponentially.
She walked away, the angry swish of her hips unmistakable, though she would still slam their bathroom door to ensure Towa got the message clearly.
A righteous anger could not be so easily assuaged.
It took another week after that, though their midterms would slow down the effort as Setsuna began on her plan of action. If Towa was unwilling to supply the name of her nightly caller or callers, for all Setsuna knew , then there would be consequences.
For the last month, the now more than spiteful little sister had pulled no punches.
If Towa sat on the couch with her to study or to occupy herself with that ridiculous phone, Setsuna moved to the bed.
If Setsuna made dinner or breakfast she offered her big sister none, and if Towa herself made something and offered as was custom, she rejected her quickly. Harshly so that the persistence of her ire could not be mistaken.
When Towa pulled back the curtains to join her in the shower as they often did prior, Setsuna quickly cut off the water and removed herself. Denying her even the slightest amount of her attention whenever and wherever possible.
And cruelest of all, as soon as Towa would lay down in their bed, cuddling up to Setsuna as she always did, the spiteful girl would pull away quickly and retire to the couch, denying her affectionate twin her touch, in clear and unmistakable message.
She was still angry. Even more so at how long it took her sister to finally confront her about the silent treatment she had been levying at her without result.
On the last day of the month, Towa broke. Pouting and prodding as she followed her little sister into their shared bathroom.
“Setsuna-chan, you can’t keep this up. Why are you so mad at me?” The whine of her voice was only amplified by the watery glimmer of her eyes as she gave her the most guiling puppy dog look she could muster.
Setsuna removed her clothes quickly, ensuring to throw a pronounced glare over her shoulder for good measure before entering and starting her shower. Though the outline of Towa’s persisting shadow through the curtain would bring a vindictive smile to her face as she stood under the water watching her fidget.
“ Set-su-na ,” her ensuing whine was exaggerated and spoke volumes of her frustration, “Please just talk to me.”
Mauvine eyes practically glimmering in her apparent success as she watched her elder clasp her hands in a plea from beyond the curtain, “ Please, please, please- ”
Setsuna’s own voice would echo calmly, cutting off her beg without remorse, “Just tell me who you’ve been talking to every night when you sneak away and everything will go back to normal,”
The pause that followed would halt her pleasure at having won short, and for every second Towa remained silent, Setsuna’s nagging curiosity began to twist and turn. Began to darken as all the unexplained suspicions culminated deeper in the pit of her belly. The feeling would remain unnamed, as her eyes focused further to watch her sister fidget more nervously than before, clearly conflicted.
The falter in her allegiance was glaring. And Setsuna’s breath would catch as she observed her sister’s body still and sag under the weight of her decision.
“It’s nobody Setsuna-chan, and if I told you, you’d only be angry.”
Her response would be as cold as the growing feeling that was nestling further in her chest, despite the steam of her shower.
“Then get out.”
Was she cheating on her?
At the third tilt of her sister’s snowy head she had already figured it all out. A clearly distracted nod accompanied by her equally distracted response, a low and pacifying hum, would echo quietly after that in the space of their shared studio apartment. Only to be followed a moment later by the distinct, yet silent click of Setsuna’s understanding as the answer revealed itself in their steadily darkening living space.
And for every lowering ray of sun that streamed through their window, Setsuna found the nagging feeling that had been plaguing her growing in opposition. She’d tried to mend their rift, tried in vain to ignore the ever present occupation with the phone and all the feelings it brought up in her.
And yet…
She was still talking to this mysterious person.
Despite how clearly she had made her displeasure known, her sister’s nightly calls persisted. The moments ticked by in silence as her once over indulging sister continued on. Gaze focused and unbothered as she stared at the screen, probably texting this ‘ nobody ’ she was always occupied with nowadays. Probably telling them all about her day…
Perhaps Towa was bored with her…no longer attracted to her...
The thought stung deeply. And it was only after careful consideration that she concluded that Towa was at the very least still attracted to her, if her reaction to her now stilted attempt at silent treatment had been any indication. Still....mauvine eyes narrowed slightly in further observance.
Watching as Towa slung the length of her arm in a bend behind her head before relaxing further into their headboard, eyes never leaving the device she held, thumb never stopping its slow flicker as she continued on without regard. Almost as if she didn’t realize Setsuna was still here, waiting.
Almost as if she didn’t care.
“Ahem,” the crystal sound of Setsuna’s subtle yet startling noise, would likewise, go unnoticed by her still distracted sister. The lack of response on Towa’s part would only serve to further her annoyance. Though as her glance moved steadily between the cell phone her sister had recently acquired and said girl’s ignorant face, watching as the neon light of it radiated further in the almost completely darkened room, she could not decide which annoyed her more.
The stupid thing her sister now seemed incapable of parting with, even if only for a moment, or...
“Ahem,” this attempt rang louder with intention and Setsuna felt her frustration alleviate if only slightly as the blurred gaze of her big sister, dyed a blue tint by the light of her phone, met her own, startled.
Setsuna had come to expect things from her older sister over the years, her overt gestures of affection in the form of hugs and snuggles, grand and startling declarations of love in the most unfitting of moments, as well as an attentiveness that bordered smothering and that was completely unwelcome, or so Setsuna thought, to a girl such as herself.
Though all of that would be nothing compared to the foreign feeling of something bubbling in her at her sister’s next words. Overlaying what she had come to identify as a bitter and persistent form of jealousy.
“Oh Setsuna-chan...you’re still here?” a light laugh punctuated Towa’s statement as she brought the length of her arm back to clutch at her chest, “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Still here.
The eye smile she leveled at her was not comforting in the least and unable to maintain her stoicism, Setsuna’s own eyes would only narrow further over the smiling creases of her stupid face.
Even more worrying was that as Setsuna made to leave, affronted in the most unusual of ways, was the further lack of response. A quick glance over her shoulder confirming that Towa’s gaze had once again returned to her new phone, only made the feeling in her drop lower in her chest.
She did not bother to slam the bathroom door this time, quickly turning on the shower so Towa would not hear as her frustration spilled over.
The planning for what would be her last attempt took a week.
Until finally the night had come, the semester over a series of celebratory events had started around campus, though as per usual they were not attending any. Besides, it wasn't like Towa needed any extra entertainment anyway, with all of her giggling communications with whoever she was talking to still. The bitter thought would be quickly forced away as well as the ensuing rush of pain in her chest as Setsuna steeled herself in preparation.
Tonight she’d taken an extra long shower, had paid extra attention to her shaving to ensure no hair was missed, extra attention to her selection of soaps and shampoo. The consideration extended further as she lotioned her skin thoroughly, ensuring she was soft and sweet smelling before allowing the slip of her equally carefully chosen nightgown to slip over her form. The risque garment stark against the pale of her succulent flesh as she eyed herself in the mirror, searching for any flaws.
Before finally completing the look with a lacy pair of panties that she knew had never failed in capturing her big sister’s now ever elusive attention. The sensual feel against her flesh preparing her further for what was to come as she exited their bathroom quietly in search of Towa.
She would find her in the kitchen, distracted and unnoticing, as was now usual, with her phone. Setsuna would take that time to watch as said girl scrolled mindlessly through one app or another, one hand clutching the other reaching for a bowl of strawberries she’d made for herself that sat on the adjacent counter. Watched further as she dipped without looking, one of the fresh delicacies into an additional bowl of something Setsuna could not discern from her place at the door frame.
Though her ignorance would not last long. And Setsuna would watch, mouth drying in anticipation, mauveine gaze darkening and more than attentive as she watched the now sugar coated fruit meet the slightly stained curve of Towa’s lip. The sight riveting as her sister first sucked then bit into the soft flesh of it without sound.
Setsuna looked away to stop the sudden heat that had begun to trickle through the lowest part of her belly, the sight highlighting just how desperate she had become….though it only took a steadying breath to steel herself and return her focus back to the plan.
And seeing this opportune moment that had been granted to her without request, Setsuna finally made her presence known.
If Towa refused to pay attention to her….
“What do you think of this nightgown?” the sultry turn of phrase would be lost on the still oblivious girl.
She’d just have to make her.
Towa felt her sister move, though the motion would hardly pull her gaze from the screen.
“ Oneeee-chan , what do you think of it?” It looked more than fetching. The slit up the hem extending far enough up on either side to expose the extent of her voluptuous hips.
“Huh-” Towa’s eyes glanced up, leaving the screen for the first time since she’d opened it to find Setsuna’s scantily clad form before her, skin flushed and dewy from the shower.
An ebony brow rose, “My nightgown?”
Towa shook her head to catch her quickly devolving thoughts at the sight her baby sister made, “You look beautiful, really! Is that new?” Her ensuing gulp only spurred Setsuna further as she closed the distance them, subtle in the direction as she moved within the circle of her elder sister’s space.
“I think the color is all wrong on me though…,” her contrived musings were understated enough to ring natural as Towa took her in further, breath almost catching at the sight. Despite the attention, Setsuna would be unable to stop the slip of tongue, still bitter from the lengths she was having to go for her still oblivious sister’s attentions, “...washes me out.”
Made her invisible.
And Towa eager to rush in and reassure her beloved would take the bait without reserve, “No! it doesn’t at a-at all,” her words were rushed as she moved to set her phone face down on the counter next to her.
The sight alone had Setsuna’s deflated ego soaring.
“You really think so,” the false question was soft, borderline teasing as she turned in a slow circle for her, making sure to call attention to all the places on her body that she knew Towa loved.
Ebony hair floated silky as her chin lowered towards her chest in inspection, delicate hands coming up to finger the lacey bit that sat just above the perky teardrops of her breast, “I just really don’t like the lighter shades here…hmmm,”
She moved even further in so that Towa had to angle her chin down as well, practically forcing her line of sight down the silky skimp of clothing, and giving her big sister quite the show if her now hooded eyes were anything to go by, “You see?”
Towa nodded passively, her rapidly drying mouth parting slightly to allow her tongue to swipe over her bottom lip, “Yeah…,”
Setsuna’s hands moved suddenly after that, reaching with soft touch to gently clasp the hand that sat prone on the counter still laying over where she’d laid her phone prior. Leading it slowly back up to her chest before pulling her finger over the lace in the same way her own finger had moved prior in display.
Towa would try to speak, though the blood rush of arousal coursing through her would leave her stuttering, “I-I…,”
The sound of Setsuna’s soft chidding giggle would have her pulling her hands away quickly. And the ensuing clang rang sharply as her hand found itself in her earlier bowl of sugar, “Shit!”
But before she could retract it, Setsuna had once more clasped it with both of hers. Touch as soft and subtle as her carefully plotted seduction.
Towa looked to her face to find Setsuna inspecting her hand. The mauvine shine of her eyes catching as they followed over her big sister’s knuckles with a touch that bordered too focused to be mistaken. Towa’s breath caught at the sultry sound of her voice, “Oh-,”
Pulse quickening when Setsuna continued to lift her hand with both of her own. Delicately, she looked it over with a carefully curated look of contrite concern, only to halt with a thud as the beautiful slant of her eyes met her own over the curve of her fingers.
So entranced she would hardly notice as the digits extended straight so that they could graze the silky flesh of her baby sister’s face, though the motion would not be lost on said girl. As the victory of finally capturing Towa’s attention brought her lips to twist deviously, subtle but there nonetheless, as her eyes continued to devour the stillness of her sister's captivated face.
“You got sugar all over yourself…” the predatory glint of her eyes shone brightly in the glare of their kitchen before dropping suddenly to inspect what appeared to be a single particle of sugar on the end of Towa’s pointer finger. The motion broke their stare and forced her cerise eyes to follow, her brain a moment behind as she stumbled to catch up to the game she had unknowingly found herself in.
A sheepish laugh left though with the shallowness of her breath the sound was shaky, “Oh, it’s not that bad,” the whips of her hair shook as she looked around for the towel from earlier, “I’ll take care of-”
“Nonsense.” The stern sound Setsuna’s voice had acquired was only muted by the still gentle look it had acquired as Towa returned her gaze. Entrapped once more as her beautiful little sister gave her the slightest of smiles to soften it further, “Allow me…,”
And though Towa had taken her sister many times, had seen not only the the shape of her lovely mouth as the throws of passion overtook her but also the glazing of post coital pleasure flush the supple skin of her cheeks, she could not recall her sister regarding her with the look she was leveling at her now. How magnetic she was as the touch starved girl continued to pin her gaze with something she was only starting to recognize…. hunger .
The thought had been enough, but it would not stop the gentle moan from rushing from her as Setsuna brought the sugar coated digit to rest upon the soft flesh of her bottom lip.
The plump flesh yielded enough so that Towa could watch as her little pink tongue came to swipe the barely there crystals away with a single, languishing lick.
Ushered in by the halt of her pulse, a sudden heat moved over the entirety of her body and the result would have her own tongue coming forth to swipe over her lips in response as cerise eyes zeroed in time to watch the sensual curve of her lips take the tip of her finger.
The feeling more than divine as her baby sister suckled lightly at her already clean finger before swirling her tongue in a way that left nothing to the imagination and forced a shaky moan from her now panting sister to echo around their kitchen.
And Towa’s eyes would continue to flicker from her eyes to her mouth as her baby sister finally removed her hand with a light pop of suction, bottom lip made more plump by her actions.
Setsuna more than satisfied at having Towa’s full attention could not help the heated shudder that moved through her, “ Mmmm onee-chan, you’re so sweet…,”
Intoxicated by her sister's attention, Setuna leaned forward. The pleasure of proving once and for all how much more… deserving , she was than some stupid phone…than some stupid caller, coursing through her veins.
Though Towa could only nod dazedly, the action forcing another smirk to Setsuna’s already sensual countenance, watching but unable to focus as the youngest sibling closed the space between them, the glint of her silk gown leaving little to the imagination.
Pressing herself fully to her older sister and forcing Towa to lean back into the counter behind them. Her lankier form bending over little Setsuna’s in the most natural of ways as the younger sibling began to pepper her neck with kisses that had the already out of control heat in her belly burning hotter.
Every pant furthering her little sister’s furor as she finally partook in all she had been deprived of, her voice as simpering as Setsuna could allow herself to be, “ Onee-chan… ,”
The sound alone enough to have her tipping her neck back in further offerance.
Towa’s eyes snapped shut as the hot press of her sister’s mouth moved up to nip at the line of her jaw, though the sound of her voice would have her lowering and opening them once more to take her in, “... don’t you want to touch me, Onee-chan ,”
And unable to resist her, Towa’s hands that had been limp and useless up until that point, would move in reflex, to grasp at her sister’s cloth covered hips. Would have her grip tightening as the last of her restraint snapped away and her head bent lower to capture Setsuna’s lips in a searing press. A growl moving from her at the feel of her little lover finally ending her never ending silent treatment and relenting to her touch without resistance.
She pulled away slightly so that the raspy pant of her voice could be felt against the sensitive flesh of Setsuna’s lips, “Let me have you..,”
She’d been deprived of her for so long. And Setsuna seeming to contemplate the request, pressed herself more closely to her sister in ofference, “You can have me, Onee-chan… ,” the sound of her voice so supplicating after their long hiatus that Towa had to reign the deep urges it bought out of her.
Urges to bend her little body over their counter and...
Unable to stop, Towa leaned down suddenly intent on claiming her mouth once more. But before she could, Setsuna would pull out of reach to reveal her true purpose, “...as soon as you tell me who you’ve been talking to.”
The sudden change of tone more than telling as Setsuna’s eyes held her own, probing, baiting her further before repeating the ultimatum, “If you want me…all you need to do is tell me who has been calling you every day,”
Towa could not help the sigh that left her, “So that’s it huh. You only want to touch me to find out about the phone,” before pulling away slightly.
“No. I am compromising with you, which is more than you deserve,” seeing the resistance, Setsuna’s countenance would soften slightly, “Just tell me…,”
Towa looked away, hand moving to feel around for the aforementioned phone that she’d left on the counter, the motion forcing a disbelieving scoff from Setsuna.
“No, Setsuna. If I tell you, it will only make you angry-”
But just as she felt the cold surface of the device, Setsuna made her final and most desperate move, leaning around her sister and snatching the phone before running from their kitchen and into the bedroom. All the while searching for the number of this mysterious person that clearly meant more to her sister than her.
“Setsuna what are you doing-” Towa reached for the device only for Setsuna to dash around and back into their kitchen, “If you won’t tell me I’ll just have to find out myself-”
The curve of their counter slowed her enough for Towa to catch up and successfully grab away the phone, “What is your problem? I already told you it will just make you angry-”
Ire reaching a fever pitch, Setsuna’s voice would overpower her own, “I’m already angry and I know you’re cheating on me. Why else would you be so secretive?”
The quiver of her voice was more than embarrassing and had her turning away quickly as Towa fought against her shock, “Cheating on you-”
“Yeah,” her voice faltered as she once again left the room to enter their bedroom, “You can’t even be bothered to pay me any attention, because you’re too busy with this precious nobody!”
The air quotes were as spiteful as the glare she had turned to level at her older sister who was still hot on her heels.
“This whole time, all of this, is because you think I’m cheating with this person?”
Setsuna shot her another glare over the curve of her shoulder, “Why wouldn’t I? Why else would you be so preoccupied with that stupid phone?”
Her continuing rant traveled through their small apartment, “Every night, every day, on that stupid thing talking to this person that ‘will just make me angry’,”
The solution came to Towa then as they rounded their bed once more and tired of the chase, Towa would clasp her wrist before pulling her back towards her body in a hold. Setsuna’s futile efforts at escape and the absurdity of the conclusions her sister’s renowned jealousy had led her to, eliciting an amused chuckle from her.
“Let go of me, don’t act like you care now,” her voice quivered involuntarily and brought Towa’s amusement to a halt. The extent of her misunderstanding would have Towa softening further as she realized just how deeply her secret calls, though apparently not secret enough, had been tormenting her lover.
“Setsuna, I promise it’s not how it looks. The calls are just for updates, he likes them-”
“Who?” her sudden interruption would be met with the sight of Towa once more scrolling through her phone, though this time she would finally respond.
“Look, I’m going to let you talk to him.”
The shock of her victory would rush over Setsuna, though it would take her a moment to recognize the feat, as her body untensed and moved in to watch Towa lift the phone to her ear.
The ring sounded clearly in the quiet of their room as they waited, and Towa would take that time to speak again, “How could you think I would ever cheat on you?”
Setsuna would not be able to answer, her ensuing pout dropping instantly as the muffled voice of the unknown caller answering sounded, though she could not yet recognize it.
Towa started, “Hey yeah it’s me,” the voice sounded again before Towa responded, “No worries, I can hold until you get her,”
The shock would shoot through Setsuna again as Towa pressed the phone to her ear in offerance, “Here, he’ll be right back and then you can speak to him,” a soft head shake punctuated her statement as Setsuna clasped the phone to her ear, eyes shifting around curiously as the muffled sound of the background moved through the receiver to greet her.
Anticipation reaching a fever pitch as she waited nervously to confirm her sister’s declarations. Though the relief at her forthcomingness was almost enough to assuage her.
Setsuna honed in, listening for any indication that the speaker had returned, her countenance so intent that she would miss as her big sister finally made her move. Her intent to continue where they left off more than clear.
The swift closing of distance between them would draw her eyes to Towa once more, just in time to catch as her sister’s countenance darkened once more… serious as could be as she executed on her plan.
The double doors that led to their balcony door remained open from Towa’s earlier phone call, the one she still had yet to fully explain, and as the casted light of early dusk traveled through the tarnished perfectly angled glass. So that every spec of their small studio bedroom was saturated a deep shade of lavender that made everything seem more vibrant than it had previously.
Including the roses Towa had painted the year they moved in together. The span of them taking up the entirety of the wall their bed rested against, appearing to wrap around the frame of their headboard in a style she’d spent ages trying to convince Setsuna was practical and aesthetically pleasing. Though they both knew it was anything but.
And the petals, soft from the brush stroke that brought them into being, even softer as they seemed to simmer in the suddenly more thick air of their bedroom, loomed over as Setsuna finally turned to face her older sister, who’d been behind her the entire time. Her beautiful face annoyed but curious as she continued to hold the receiver to her ear expectantly.
Still, the softly painted scenery would watch as the unstated tension that lingered, persisted really, as it always had between them, finally came to fruition.
The tangle of their painted vines seemed to contract when Setsuna felt her, though neither girl would notice.
As the same delicate touch that brought them to life, equally as soft though infinitely more persistent, pressed forward, pressing Setsuna back firmly with a single hand to her sternum, until her knees kissed the soft cotton of their unmade bed. Gentle, though her last bit of pressure would have Setsuna relaxing into a seated position, face more inquisitive than before as she waited for Towa to reveal her hand, her own still clutching and pressing the source of her prior ire to her ear in wait. The curiosity now burning through her along with remnants of her unfulfilled arousal.
Setsuna would remain silent, eyes focused on Towa’s as she lowered herself into a kneel that forced her to lean back, accommodating though she was still unsure. And Towa, brazen in her actions would move further as well, her athletic body lording over Setsuna’s more feminine one as she led her gently to lay back into a more relaxed posture, though her body was still tense and alert with the strangeness of it all.
“Towa?” she whispered, cautious still of whoever this mysterious person her big sister had been conversing with lingered on the line.
It would be met with silence though as her older sister’s hands moved finally to rest beside Setsuna’s head. One of them close enough to finger the thick silk of her ebony hair, the other gently clasping and forcing her own hand further into the silk of their sheets, both close enough to cage her further in a way that could no longer be mistaken…
The look of her cerise orbs, glinted crystal and opaque by the gentle light of their dusky room, moving slowly up and over the gentle curves of her now pliant form more than telling as well, as they finally pinned Setsuna’s own. The intensity forcing her breath to catch…
And trapped, Setsuna could do nothing, not that she would have anyway , as Towa finally gave her the attention she had been craving. Shaggy hair tussling further as she leaned down to press their lips together once more. Her tongue forceful and uncaring of the inconvenience as it brazenly coaxed her own to follow. Until unable to resist further the delicate lining her lashes would flutter once, twice, before closing against her demise.
And unable to deny the pull of her sister’s delicious attention she gave in and pressed back, the motions fervent and desperate enough that her hand almost faltered in its hold on the phone. Though Towa would gently guide it back to its place against her ear, the motion teasing, though Setsuna would hardly notice.
Would hardly notice anything at all until at last Towa pulled away, releasing her hands and lips with a wet pop that echoed starkly in the quiet of their home and the still unanswered receiver. And Setsuna would do nothing but watch, as her older sister, lips swollen further from their lock and hair mussed sexily in the way she always liked, leaned back with a sensual roll of her hips over Setsuna’s own. The motion causing the now steady thrum of heat that had been building between them to burn hotter. Until last she rested back upon Setsuna’s thighs, her own more muscled ones caging her in, as she presented the full extent of her form.
Cerise eyes still more than intent as she took in the sight of her now docile little sister, her prior anger turning to something altogether more…pleasurable. The stare was broken as Towa pulled the shirt over her head, only to be broken again as she pulled her sports bra over as well before flinging it to some far corner of their room. The bounding motion of her now unconfined flesh had Setsuna’s mouth drying suddenly, unable to voice anything, much less her concern of where this was going and the timing of it.
Unable to stop herself, Setsuna’s free hand came down to caress up the uncovered expanse of Towa’s thigh, though her ultimate trajectory was clear as the mauvine eyes Towa loved so much, roved over her breasts, hooding further in their now undisguised desire. But she would not get far before Towa captured her hand once more and brought it back to rest by her head, joining its twin that still held the receiver limply to her ear, though she had not heard a peep of anybody on the other end.
A tsk left Towa as she leaned over her baby sister once more, chiding, as she tortured her further for her childish jealousy, pressing her breasts against her cloth covered ones as she caged her again.. Dominant posturing more than apparent as Setsuna yielded pliantly and with nothing more than a whimper. Mauvine eyes shimmery and filled with confusion would stare up at her as Towa continued to take her in.
“ Onee-chan , what are you doing?” Setsuna’s voice lacked the emotion that was now written plainly over face, though it would deter her elder none as she ducked suddenly in response.
Eyes darkening further than Setsuna had ever seen them before as they flicked up to once more catch her own, hungry, “Isn’t it obvious, Setsuna ?”
The heated slip of her own name fanning her face, had a shudder moving through her, had her flesh pimpling though there was not an ounce of cold. Her breath caught, head turning naturally as the unbearable heat of her sister’s sinful mouth moved to press upon her neck. The tickle of her hair against her chin only barely felt against the delectable sensation of her gentle sucking, as Towa ravaged one particularly sensitive spot before releasing her neck with a wet pop.
Mouth free to pepper kisses to the other side of her delicate flesh, the motion forced a harsh pant and ensuing head roll as Setsuna followed without thought, exposing her neck further in offerance.
Towa’s voice came with the warmth of her breath fanning Setsuna’s face once more, eyes moving up the slopes of her face with obvious want, making their way over the flush of her cheeks before finally catching her gaze, intense, “I only have eyes for you,”
Towa’s bouncy mess of hair came into view once more as she lowered to press a single kiss to her now heaving sternum over the cloth of her nightgown. The motion achingly close to the now puckered outline of her nipples, so that every press would have her legs clenching tighter against the now constant thrum in her lower belly.
“But onee-chan, I’m still on the phone,”
Lips still pressed to her body, Towa would look up to hold Setsuna’s now entirely focused gaze, phone that she’d only barely remembered pressed against her ear still in wait, “then you better make sure to stay quiet while onee-chan takes care of you, Setsuna-chan …,” the mock of her voice would not go unnoticed. The ensuing punishment more than tempting as Setsuna did as she was told.
The ensuing snag of teeth was as playful as it was promising, the heat of it undisguisable as it continued to take in the now disbelieving look that sat on Setsuna’s face. Towa released her gown from her bite before pressing another kiss higher, right between the subtle and rapidly rising curves of her sister’s breast, more than pleased, “Besides, how else can I show you how just how little I care about that phone,”
Another more teasing kiss was placed closer to where Setsuna needed her most, “If not like this…,” her eyes moved away more serious than before as she continued her ravishing, “No text, no call, no anything…” the teasing curve of her lip pressed closer to her cloth covered nipple, “matters more than you.”
Until at last Towa latched on, suckling gently so Setsuna had to bite her lip against the forced expulsion of her breath, pleasure building as she felt the warm wet of her sister’s mouth through the silk. The thin cloth of her nightgown was practically saturated as Towa moved to the other side to pleasure her further, suckling until that side held the same wet spot over her now throbbing nipples.
Setsuna had not even realized her eyes had snapped shut until she felt the rapid retreat of her sister’s mouth.
Slightly larger body shifted over her baby sister’s more supple one to press a single breath stealing kiss to her already swollen lips, still bruised from their interrupted session, only to pull back after a moment later to watch the blood rush further to her delicate flesh, “Let me show you just how much more important you are..,”
How precious you are.
Her sinful hands followed down the curve of Setsuna’s body sensually.
“My Setsuna ,”
Setsuna’s body would clench tighter, anticipation reaching a new high at the promise.
Yes…
The final press of Towa’s lips was brief and freed her just in time for the alarming sound of shuffling in the receiver,
“Towa, are you still there?”
Setsuna’s eyes snapped open to regard her now vacant view above her that Towa had previously occupied. Heart thumping though it now had to do with the alarm that was coursing through her body. Her fingers clenched against the sudden shock of their father’s voice, the motion only serving to press at the button that lined the sides of the device. An audible click sounded, before his voice amplified further. Highlighting her shock.
She’d been talking to their father?
“I’m sorry about the wait, your mother wanted to know when we scheduled another call so she could join.”
Through the receiver Setsuna could faintly make out the sound of their mother’s excited chattering in the background. The animated voice only barely noticeable over the awful realization of all her misplaced jealousy coming to light so starkly.
Setsuna’s eyes shot down in time to watch rather than feel as her scheming sister gently fingered the hem of her nightgown. Tickling the delicate flesh of her thighs in the process before gently rolling the material far enough up to expose her upper thighs. Cerise eyes focused until her probing hands had finally revealed the silky set of panties Setsuna had chosen for her specifically. The heat in her belly only intensifying as she watched Towa crawl further down, getting closer and closer to-
“Towa, are you still there?” The repeat question would pull her back, though it could not take the clearly startled note from her usually stoic voice.
“I’m here, dad!”
“Setsuna? I didn’t expect you to answer,”
Distantly her mom’s voice could be heard rejoicing at finally being able to speak to her ever reticent child once more. As Towa continued on with her purpose. Lowering herself down her little sister’s body. Each slow crawl brought her closer to where the heat was still thrumming, most ardently, despite the shame the realization brought her. A heat that only intensified with every feel of Towa’s aroused nipples sliding over the now slicked flesh of her exposed torso as she lowered herself further. Not that Setsuna could see from her still frozen position on the bed. In fact, she would not see at all as her elder sister parted her thighs before lowering herself entirely to the floor in a kneel between them.
“Yeah um,” the pitch lowered as did her eyes, the conflict written in them, lips pursed to hiss, but unable to muster the scorn required, not a word of warning could come forth before she felt the same probing fingers from before tugging the silky slip of her panties from their snug positioning across the width of her hips.The motion and her inability to stop what was happening without potentially alerting their parents forced her to lie back. Her stomach coiled further with a strange mix of shame and tension…though it was nothing against the anticipation.
Towa watched, attention focused and unwavering as her intention, as the material slipped easily over the generous swell of her hips and down the supple tapering of her thighs. Revealing the extent of her arousal as the cool air of their room met the heat of her throbbing center. Pink lips swollen and glistening in a way that had Towa’s mouth watering. The sight so irresistible she could not help but press the heat of her mouth to the sensitive flesh of Setsuna’s inner thigh.
The sudden onslaught almost forcing a gasp from Setsuna, eyes flickering down to watch Towa’s mop of shaggy hair moved further in the space between her legs, the wisps of it tickling her in the most sensual of ways as she kissed closer, and spurring her to finally respond properly for fear of what else she would utter.
“Y-yeah umm, Towa had to go-”
Thought the lie would slip from her without finish as her breath caught in what she could only hope was an inaudible hitch, as she felt the sudden flick of her sister’s tongue move up quicker than before. Until finally swiping between her saturated folds. Parting them gently as she tasted the sweetness of her, the motion forced another clench of her little pussy as well as her body in a slight lift, as if to push her elder away.
Their father spoke again, “Go where?”
Seeing her sister’s attempt to lift herself, Towa’s arm would travel over the softness of her little sister’s quivering belly, extending as far as she could so that she could press her back into her earlier relaxed posturing. Before she began a further probing of her slit, mouth cupping tighter as her tongue made to gently tap at her clit. The motion forced the fight from her body as well as her eyes further into the back of her skull. “Setsuna?”
“Um she just stepped away real quick, daddy, she’ll be back soon,”
Distantly she heard their mother again asking something, pulling their ever nosy father away for a brief moment. Though the sudden onslaught from between her legs would have her back arching away and further against her sister’s restraining hand.
Towa’s other hand would move then, caressing the neatly trimmed tuft of hair that marked her entrance to gently pull, eyes watching for every muted reaction as Setsuna tried to prevent any sounds of pleasure from escaping her panting mouth. The motion exposed more of her sister's pink pussy to her hungry mouth as she latched even tighter, tongue continuing its teasing swirl around her clit. Each flick brought another gush of delicious honey to coat her waiting tongue as it occasionally dipped to probe her entrance, before once again returning to her sensitive little button.
Their father’s voice would return too quickly, the jarr of it almost unnoticed against the now constant shock of pleasure that was coursing through her body. The remnants of her shame, the only thing preventing her from losing grip on the receiver she held against her ear. Her sole anchor to reality as Towa continued to feast upon her wantonly.
“We always have a call at this hour, what did she have to step away for?”
Unable to prevent the slip, Setsuna, would twist her head further in pleasure, the silky tangle of her hair stuck to the sides of her now sticky flesh, as she felt her belly coiling with every lash of her sister’s devouring mouth, “She’s eating, daddy…,” voice softening with every syllable as she finally pulled the phone away to pant.
A teasing nip of her thigh in reprimand would be her only response from Towa before she began her torture anew.
Though the receiver was now removed to lay limply by her head so that her hands could fist the sheets below, Setsuna would faintly hear as their father spoke once more, “Oh, well she knows we always have our check in call at this time.”
A silent scream would leave her as Towa’s lips puckered tightly against her slippery flesh, to give her clit a languishing suck that would have her thighs clenching her head closer to her. Before Towa’s hands came forth to spread them once more, lewd as she savored her little sister with abandon, eyes closed in her pleasure. Mouth suctioning hard and without pause.
“Nonetheless, it is of course a pleasure to speak with you honey, I requested Towa keep our chats from you,”
Setsuna’s now free hands moved to clench at her sisters that still gripped her thighs, the plea clear as day as she simultaneously lifted herself up into a sit. Eyes open and watching as her big sister suckled at her. The warmth of her delectable mouth almost searing as it continued its assault on her fleshy jewel.
“I know how you hate being treated like a child..,”
She nodded before realizing her silence, “Of cour-se, daddy,”
“We are doing well here, the new acquisitions at the business are-”
He faded further as Towa’s mouth gave another suck of her clit that had her hands moving to clench Towa’s head, fingers digging into the down of her hair as she held on for her life. The nursing of her delicate little body almost too much to bear as she began to gently roll herself against her sister’s mouth desperately, increasing the steady pull on her little clit with every motion.
“Your uncle has decided to…,” their father droned further.
An obligatory hum left Setsuna, though the pitch had risen in tune with her ever climbing pleasure, as the messy sound of Towa’s now uncessing slurp began to echo softly through their room crudely.
“Your mother is doing well, she has…,” another yet infinitely more airy hum left her shakily as her rapture moved ever closer, legs flexing harder against Towa’s grasp in her pleasured delirium.
“ Yes… ,” the utterance slipped softly, though it fell safely within the natural lulls of their father’s update, so that he hardly noticed.
Hands tightening to hold her head in place as her heaving body began to tremble with the force of it. A particularly sharp stab of pleasure had her body jerking and one hand releasing its grip on her hair to press against her quivering mouth. Covering her silent gasps for air, and hopefully preventing any further noise from reaching their father. Before unable to restrain herself under the onslaught her little hands would move once more. One fisting in her now sweat mussed locks desperately as the other moved to cup a heaving breast. Hips never ceasing in their rolling thrust against Towa's face.
“And she wants you to know that she misses you both terribly,”
“On- onee -” the stuttered words slipped from her though they would also, thankfully, go unnoticed. Her peak crested slowly, opening like the petals on their wall to coat her sister’s eager mouth as it began to move through her. The intoxicating feeling growing and rippling to warm the entirety of her body sharply
“Would you like to speak to her now, honey?”
“Yes!”
The pitch echoed as her body humped hedonistically against her sister’s still sucking mouth, both hands returning to hold her in place as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled her eyes back and into her skull, “ Onee-chan -”
Their father would pause, “What was that, honey?”
The beg would continue though as Setsuna felt the waves of her orgasm become sharper, jerking her little body with every pulse as Towa released her grip on her clenching thighs to still her hips, all the while siphoning noisily, “Onee- chan… ,”
This one more wanton than before, as Setsuna collapsed back limp and helpless against the onslaught of her orgasm, “ Onee-channnn…, ”
“Is your sister back?” The sound of his voice clearly concerned by Setsuna's sudden and alarming hollering for her older sister.
Towa lifted from her kneel, mouth glistening from her meal, to retrieve the receiver, quickly as to avert their astute father’s now concerned attentions.
“I’m back papa!”
Their father responded quickly, “Towa? Is your sister okay?”
Cerise eyes flicked down from her standing position between her legs, her handy work still apparent in her sister’s soft withering, “Yeah she’s totally fine!”
“Oh, she had us worried for a moment there,” his ponderance would not last long though as he began again, picking up the usual cantor he used when questioning about the details of her and Setsuna’s day, “Setsuna said you stepped away to eat. Did you enjoy your meal?"
The question would fade away though, along with the shock of its double meaning, at the soft feel of flesh upon her own. Eyes flickering back down to watch as Setsuna, who now sat kneeling upon their bed, looked up at her, simpering, as her fingers traveled over her hips to pull her forward. Until her mouth could meet the flesh of her belly.
A quivering sigh left her at the sight, “Yeah papa…,”
Hand moving to grasp at the thickness of Setsuna’s hair, mussed from the slickness of her flesh and their sex as said girl extended up. Breath hot and intoxicating as her mouth closed over Towa’s nipple to sip teasingly. All the while her gaze holding Towa’s, hungry and intense, enough to sear, the promise too much to resist…
As Towa spoke again, “It was delicious …,” before finally disconnecting the call.