(fire warning) power play - shycfm

Yachiyo always get a feeling that something is bound to happen every time Shiori asked Yachiyo to accompany her to visit her sister. The pinkette herself is the one who has offered from the start if Shiori felt uneasy on visiting her sister alone, so it wasn’t anyone’s fault.

Wait, was it a ‘fault’?  No, Yachiyo simply wanted to help for the two sisters, who’s separated because of the problem in Edels, to reunite. Knowing that Shiori is somehow at odds with her older sister since the first time she admitted to be the new Frau Jade, Yachiyo took it to mind that she need a support to overcome it.

Initially, Yachiyo was expecting that their first reunion would be awry. As the time flows and so the conversation, they seem to be fine around each other. There is an unexplained tension sometimes, but overall, it was one nice afternoon. They will come back to Siegfeld dormitory around curfew, and Yachiyo would ask Shiori how she is feeling after meeting again with her sister. After hearing what Shiori had to say, Yachiyo will evaluate whether the events are beneficial or not.

It was a meticulous plan – Yachiyo always hate a change of plan.

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The pinkette didn’t remember when /it/ exactly started; perhaps after the visit to Fumi’s rented apartment is becoming a frequent occurrence. As an observer during that monthly visit, Yachiyo would pick the best approach so that both sisters could have a good sisterly-bonding hour; trying to keep the conversation flowing, and noticing stuffs so Shiori can pick up or signaling Fumi to take the steer of the conversation.

When they were coming to the apartment straight from the morning assembly, clad in Siegfeld uniform, Fumi will greet them shortly as they knocked on the door. Shiori would insist for her to make the tea. The two sisters would go into a little argument, the pinkette could only wait for them to finally settle down (it is not of her quest to meddle in siblings’ banter). Yachiyo waited by the center room until it rests.

Fumi’s apartment wasn’t exactly expensive, but it was comfortable. The blonde got a soft cushion for her guests to sit. The minimum amount of furnishing there is sometimes questionable, but it should be given since she only lives there by herself.

Usually, Fumi will surrender to Shiori’s insistence, but the worried ol’ sister will watch over the younger sister.

Yes, Yachiyo repeats, it is /what/ usually happened. But not anymore.

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Fumi is fastidious. Or to be exact, both of the sisters are keen on details. The older sister would be the one to be the first to approach.

Throwing her arms around Yachiyo’s neck, capturing the pinkette from behind, Fumi then craned her neck to seek Yachiyo’s peering eyes. Yachiyo studied how Fumi’s smile never changes over the course of their last meetings. They are not as close as they ever been when Yachiyo is still green in the Edels’ hierarchy, but Yachiyo knew that curve of her lips—memorized, to be exact.

“Oh? I think you never one to be startled.” The low chuckle tickled her ears.

“I’m not, and I wasn’t, Fumi-san.”

Yachiyo tried to keep her cool in her tone, though she knew Fumi can detect her lie, especially as Fumi would start to lick on her earlobe. Why the older blonde is the one with who-know-it-all perceptive? She is hardly one to be honest with herself.

And Shiori may fall behind, but not exactly fail on her timing. When Yachiyo tried to win away from her small mind games with the older sister, (plus that hand running down to her waist, how chill already shoot up to her spine, making her squirm) Shiori captured her from the front – sealing their lips in open-mouthed kisses.

“Isn’t my sister being a little unfair, Yachiyo? She is always coming to pick the best piece first.” Fumi hissed.

As much as Yachiyo wanted to retort at Fumi’s remark, kisses from Shiori would keep her in place. It was intoxicating, calculating—exploring her lips in slow motion, as to savor every inch of her breaths, her saliva. Shiori wasn’t one with good control of her breathing that she would stop but unlike Fumi and her relentless jab, the younger blonde of the two will keep her words, cupping Yachiyo’s face to make her pay an attention.

That emerald eyes of Shiori might not be as sharp as Fumi’s, or granting Yachiyo with a glare. Shiori’s eyes were gentle, downturned – like a gaze of Medusa, one look and you are stoned, wondering what kind of moves that the younger girl will do next.

“—Ah. You disappoint me again, Yachiyo. You averted your gaze from me.”

Yachiyo didn’t know when Fumi got her access inside her shirt to fondle on her breast. The pinkette couldn’t hold in her loud yelp. There, Fumi chuckled rang in satisfaction.

“Senpai,”

It is really hard to concentrate on one sensation as multiple sensations emulated her from many ways. Shiori ran her tongue from the jaw to the base of the neck. Then her pace halted, Yachiyo could see that the younger girl exchanged a look to her sister’s way, before Shiori picked up from where she left off.

Unlike Fumi’s far experienced movement, Shiori’s touches would be one with curiosity fueling it. Yachiyo couldn’t guess what the younger girl is thinking and Fumi keeps Yachiyo occupied with the caressing on her breast and biting on her neck.

‘Shiori purely thinks for herself, you don’t need to worry about me commanding me in anyway, Yachiyo,’ – the pinkette remembered Fumi ever said that.

Shiori traced a line as she reached up her thigh, but leaving the skirt intact. Just like how the older girl sneaked, Yachiyo didn’t expect for the younger girl to steal her lips again while making her way in to touch her heated core, spotting her damp panties.

“Fumi-sa—ah.”

“The person in front of you is not Onee-chan, Senpai.” There’s a disappointment there in her voice, whilst Fumi looked over, snickering as Yachiyo hung her head low, suppressing her own guttural moans while Shiori threaded another line near her clothed clit.

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“The day has yet to pass, Yachiyo.” A kiss to her cheek. / “Please look at me, Senpai.” A sweet smile before their lips danced again.


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[As much as Yachiyo has known that she is /theirs/; it would always, always, a change to her meticulous plan, as both of them are unpredictable, and undeniably, her option is only to surrender.]