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“We really shouldn’t-” Peko said but was interrupted by her sister’s lips pressed against hers.
She should break away and push back on her wandering hands but…
Natsumi, as always, was breathtaking. She was also stubborn. What she wanted is what she would get- and Peko was certain she wouldn’t be the exception to that. Her and Fuyuhiko were the reason she was even calling them ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ then young master or young mistress. As children they’d refused Peko’s place as anywhere less than part of the family, even when she was meant to be a simple body guard for them.
Now, that relation of theirs was causing her trouble… but not too much.
She let herself be undressed, Natsumi hungrily biting at her body. Marks bloomed onto her neck and shoulders as the girl, unrelenting, marked her. She moaned into her hair, the wisps of blonde soft on her skin.
“I… is this really alright?” She asked her, legs spreading apart at her silent command.
She got no verbal answer, instead feeling her tongue tease her inner thigh. Everything was happening so quick, she couldn’t keep up with the onslaught of sensation. It started with nibbles but as she trailed down she was using her tongue to leave a trail of salvia. A trail that went all the way…
When her mouth kissed her cunt she could feel the blush blossom from her face to the rest of her body. Heat beneath her skin all the way down to her inner core. Fire.
Natsumi was a flame. Peko a candle.
Her hands held open her shaking legs. Her tongue explored her depth. She was burning. The passion of the moment bright. The room illuminated by their taboo ecstasy.
“Little Si-Sister,” Peko called out, barely able to get the words out “Do you need- Please do you need me to-?“
“Shhh,” Natsumi paused for just a moment, reaching forward to place a finger to her lips. Peko restrained herself from opening up and letting that finger explore her mouth “Let me treat you, Peko. You always put yourself last. This is the least I can do.”
She went back to the oral, this time in even more of a frenzy. Eating her out like this was her last meal. Peko cried out with her orgasm, all logic of “staying quiet” leaving her head. Who cared if someone heard them? What mattered if Mother or Father walked in? Punishment or repercussions were the furthest from her mind.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” Before she could even recuperate, or even give out an answer, Natsumi was kissing her again. This time the taste of herself on her lips.
It drove her mad. The mix of scent and taste was as if they were one. Peko couldn’t keep track of where she ended and Natsumi began.
“Please, Please, Please,” Peko begged between kisses “Make it happen again. I need you.”
Natsumi smirked, that devilish expression that sent chills down their enemies backs.
“Oh, don’t worry Peko,” Just then she heard the door open and for a brief moment she felt the fear of getting caught. That was, until she saw Fuyuhiko standing in the doorway. Breathing heavy as he was palming the tent in his pants “There’s plenty more time in the night.”