Literotic asexstories – Big Sis's Everything by KazamaKenshin,KazamaKenshin
Dinner.
Right beside of me sat big sis. She sported a stylish looking black hoodie on top of her shorts that generously showed off her thighs (to me). Her hair was done in twin side tails as usual, tied with two big red ribbons that looked comparatively subtle in contrast to her crimson-coloured eyes. A simple, casual fitting… A tomboyish one at that, too, which was quite different from what she usually wears. I love that kind of disparity.
Big sis’s took a bite of her food using a spoon. It’s incredibly small, one that filled only half the spoon, taken from a dish that was also unimpressive in portion, much befitting of her size. Almost one long year had passed, and yet big sis remained the same. Short, petite, but competent. And cute. She looked a bit nervous. Maybe it’s because I successfully insisted her to take off her bulletproof vest outside for once, or maybe she’s not familiar with the other people around the table.
To my left sat Dragunov. His hulking figure served as an even bigger contrast to big sis’s dainty body, which only makes it all the more impressive when I know that big sis is almost capable of going toe-to-toe with someone like Dragunov in a fight.
To big sis’s right sat Baek. She’s slightly shorter than big sis, though considering the massive age gap of 7 years, it meant nothing. Usually shy of strangers, Baek looks surprisingly comfortable sitting next to big sis – maybe being around short people is a solace to her, or maybe because big sis was almost as short as her despite being 21 years old.
The lack of proper food and nutrition during her harsher days are incredibly apparent.
Isola, Castella and Baek’s brother Xu weren’t here. This is really an odd line up to have dinner with.
Dragunov was the first to finish his food. Eliminating the dish in front of him silently, he left his seat and went outside. He never had much to say, and aside from the most basic greetings, that didn’t change as he met big sis for the first time.
Baek was idle chatting with big sis about random topics of our life. She has opened up quite a lot these days. Big sis is familiar with talking with girls younger than her, mainly me, so they seem to be getting along well.
“What are you looking at?” asked big sis.
“…Ah. I’m just… staring at my food.”
I’m not exactly wrong.
Big sis seems to get the message perfectly as her face visibly reddens. She scooted over, whispering in my ear.
“Do we… do we have to do it every day?”
“Absolutely.” I answered with zero hesitation. “In fact,” I said as I whisper back in big sis’s ear, “I’d do it with you every waking hour if possible.”
“…”
Big sis’s already rosy face seems to be capable of becoming more flushed.
This isn’t all there is to love, but it is a major part of it. There’re certainly more things I’d love to do with big sis: stroll around shopping centres, visit atypical tourist attractions we’ve never seen, play around on a beach…
It’s just an issue with priority.
Finally finishing all our meals, Baek waved us goodbye as we parted ways.
I waved back, then escorted big sis to my vehicle.
A modest red Miata NA. A two-seated small roadster, perfect for this kind of scenario.
“My place.” Big sis exclaimed. “That hotel yesterday is a bit…”
“Sure.”
Nothing was exchanged on the trip back to big sis’s home. It would have been either rather meaningless, or it would have been a lot better done… later.
Even then, the act of enjoying a simple drive with her fills my heart with joy. A ride with big sis in a car that wasn’t going 300km/h in an attempt to flee for your life is definitely made better under the guise of the starless night sky.
Big sis opens the door to her lot in her apartment. A following theme of hers, her apartment is small, cramped, even, if she had proper furniture on top of the stacked crates everywhere. There was a room, a living quarters, a small kitchen, a bathroom, then nothing else. In the living quarters, the only furniture that was present was a simple coffee table, and a sofa that is large enough to be capable of doubling as a bed.
Opening the door to the supposed bedroom, nothing but equipment and crates were in it, as expected of big sis. The place was no less a hideout, rather than an apartment.
As I complete my simple tour around big sis’s house, big sis approached me, trying to say something, but couldn’t quite get the words out of her mouth.
“Together.” I said.
In the bathtub.
Seems like big sis is fond of bathtubs as well, considering she cared enough to own one.
Given the opportunity, I freely leered at big sis’s defenceless body that was soaked in the water. Greedy, and a bit hasty, but there was no way I could help myself.
Big sis looked sheepish. She glanced around the bathroom, as though there was anything interesting to look at, but I did catch her peeking at me a handful of times, before immediately diverting it away again. I want to succumb to my thirst and just lunge at big sis this very moment, but I doubt the small bathroom is going to give either of us an experience worth remembering at all: not to mention that I had something in store for her today. That said, I find it harder and harder to supress my inner desires.
…When did I become such a pervert?
The time has come.
I sat on the couch, awaiting big sis to open the bedroom door. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe, I was in a familiar situation. Having experience now though, I wasn’t as uneasy as I was yesterday – I simply sat there, not even bother fantasizing what’s going to happen next, patiently waiting what’s behind the door.
The doors open.
I snatched a picture of big sis before she had a chance to object.
Big sis styled her hair in twin side tails once again. However, instead of being completely bare like yesterday, she’s now wearing a black sailor uniform, the hand-me-downs that Lyna gave me so long ago. The whole blouse is black, the sailor collar with a white trim separating it from the rest of the blouse. Below is a black pleated skirt that ends right above big sis’s knee, with another white trim that served as the edge of the skirt. A red ribbon was tied at her chest, completing the look while adding on to the black-red motif big sis has going on. Despite not wearing any stockings or shoes, big sis looked absolutely adorable in the uniform. Big sis looked normal, her expression calm and composed, close to her usual self. Neither of us had attended school before, so this is a new experience for the both of us. The sailor uniform is in line with what big sis usually wears – in fact, she looks perfect in it, like a proper middle school student donning her new uniform a day before school starts. It certainly helps that she’s short enough to match the appearance of one, an attribute that she wasn’t very fond of.
Big sis didn’t spend a lot of time flaunting it, however. She approached the sofa I was sitting on, then sat next to me, facing me, looking all but serious if it weren’t for her red ears giving her true feelings away.
She doesn’t seem to realize, though. Trying to maintain her image, she asked, “What’s with this uniform?”
“Not much,” I gently took hold of her hands with mine. “just that it looks good when I take them off you.”
Big sis’s calm façade crumbled a bit upon hearing that, which collapsed even more when I pressed my lips into hers. Starting off slow and tender, I didn’t do a whole lot aside from exploring the entirety of big sis’s lips with mine. Not having the confidence to do anything with my tongue yet, either, I lock mouth with big sis’s, simply enjoying the experience at the moment, my hands sneaking inside of big sis’s uniform. Big sis tries to respond with her lips, resulting in a mingling mess of exchange of breaths, her own hands half-heartedly trying to cease my advances to no avail. Consequentially, my hands arrive at her chest under her clothes, feeling the already familiar sensation from yesterday once more through her top.
Big sis tries to supress her moans as I free one of my hands to probe what’s beneath her skirt. Caressing the flesh of her thighs, I make my way up her skirt gradually, at my own leisure – before ceasing right before her groin, then starting all over again on her other thigh. Then, after finally breaking the kiss, with big sis’s help, I took off her top, revealing a grey sports bra underneath.
The image of big sis without her top but with her skirt still intact was breath-taking.
“Do you know?” I leaned forward, my mouth right next to big sis’s ear, “I love big sis.” I said.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you…”
Meaningless words – big sis already knows that very well. Yet I chose to hammer it into her, repeatedly, using the softest, gentlest voice I could, all the while toying with her with both hands. It was as if my already unrivalled love for big sis grew even bigger every time I said it. Big sis’s hands paused, and for a moment it seemed like she might cover her embarrassed face again. But she didn’t, instead choosing to accept my affections boldly.
After removing her skirt, I shuffled back, just to admire big sis in her undergarments in its full glory. Matching sports bra with panties… This isn’t the first time I’ve seen big sis in this state, and also certainly not the last time I’ve thought about framing it in a picture.
“Big sis,” I called out to her, signalling my bath robe, “take these off for me.”
A sort of compensation for allowing me to leer at her.
Big sis extended her arms. Bit by bit, despite all the things that have happened and the experience she has been through, big sis was still, in the end, a bit shaky. It stopped being that the moment they touch my robes, however, pulling it open before throwing it off the couch, revealing my body to her.
“You just stripped your little sister in an obscene manner~” I teased.
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