Christmas at the Hakamichis - Ending 3 : Metal

I'm curious to see what these metal bands sound like. I'm just gonna keep the volume super low, should be fine. I take one of the discs randomly and put it on; The names don't really tell me anything anyway, none of them being in Japanese, and some of them not even in English either. I press play, then begin walking to the other side of the room to make my bed, prepare for the night, but when the music starts, I run back to the radio; Loud. Like, way loud. I'm probably a bit drunk, and accidentally turned the button in the wrong direction, raising the volume to the max, rather than almost to zero like I intended. I quickly turn it down, but I'm afraid it's too little, too late; I already hear someone's coming. Please don't be Jigoro... He'd probably kill me on the spot.

Whoever it is knocks five times on the door, in rapid succession, even adding some rhythm to it, like she's playing a song; She, of course, because it's certainly not Jigoro, and it doesn't sound like something Hideaki would do either. Anyway, it's my screw up; Time to face the consequences, and apologize. I walk to the door to open it, preparing myself to find some excuses, but right before I can place my hand on the knob, the door opens, slamming into me; On the other side is Akira, holding a beer in her right hand. When she realizes what happened, she starts laughing. I think she's a bit drunk. More than me, that's for sure. She's still wearing my shirt, and I wonder if I'm ever gonna actually get it back.

Akira: 'Sup?'

Hisao: 'Huh, I'm sorry about the music, didn't mean to play it that loud, just messed up the volume button and...'

I start reciting the apology I worked on in my mind, before realizing that one, Akira didn't ask about it, and two, she doesn't really seem to care, simply coming into my room and looking around without even asking for permission to enter, or waiting for my invitation. I ponder finishing that sentence, but settle for 'no', and try to move to a different topic; Say, what she's doing here, if it's not about the music.

Hisao: 'You... Everything ok?'

She looks at her bottle and back at me, then smiles, in that 'I'm fine, not even drunk!' way people smile when they're clearly very, very drunk.

Akira: 'I'm great! How about you?'

Hisao: 'I'm fine I guess, I was just about to go to bed, wanted to see what these bands were like before.'

Akira: 'So you like 'em?'

Hisao: 'Well I didn't get much chance to listen to them before turning it down...'

She walks to the radio, makes sure the volume isn't too high and plays the disc back on. She first stands there, her hands on my desk, as if she needed it to hold herself up, then she turns around, looking at me listening to the song. Even drunk and friendly, she's still a bit intimidating, or maybe it's just because I feel bad about playing it so loud at first even though she doesn't seem to care... And I can't seem to look her in the eyes, so I look at the floor, the desk, the radio, as if these inanimate things were suddenly interesting to me. After a minute or two, eager to know my opinion, she asks me;

Akira: 'So?'

Hisao: 'Can't say I ever heard anything like that. But yeah, I like it!'

Akira: 'That's great, I'm happy you like them.'

She pauses an instant, and before I can come up with something to reply, she continues;

Akira: 'And me? You like me?'

She looks at me expectantly, waiting for an answer, but her expression is a new one for me, like she was trying her best to look pretty; My eyes go back to the floor again, and I'm pretty sure I'm blushing right now. After a moment, not wanting to be caught in this awkward situation for too long, I muster the courage to look up, still unsure what I'm gonna say to that, but when I see her, it's obvious she's trying really hard to suppress a laugh; She's clearly drunk. She speaks up again before I can say anything;

Akira: 'You're still so easy, I don't even have to try. You better work on that you know, or I'll never stop teasing you!'

Even though it's embarrassing at times, I can't say I would hate that; Even as a joke, her teases are pleasing to hear, and she's such a fun girl to hang with. I've grown to know her a lot better during this week, and part of me wishes she was with us in Yamaku. It's silly, of course... but lack of disability aside, I think she'd fit right in. Light-hearted, young looking... Well, she's also about five years too old for Yamaku, and she's got a job already. Maybe she wouldn't fit all that much after all. But it'd be nice to have her around more, is what I'm thinking about.

Hisao: 'Well, I'll try to make it harder for you next time...'

A smile grows on her face, and she doesn't reply anything for a long while, then I realize what I just said, and how it could be interpreted... I wonder an instant whether she's smiling because she thought the same thing, or maybe she's only taking this as a challenge for her to tease me again? But it's silly; Of course, she thought the same thing. With her strange passion for teasing and innuendos, she probably thought about it before I even finished my sentence. Not wanting to risk her replying anything to embarrass me about that one, I quickly pick something else to talk about;

Hisao: 'So, any chance I'm getting my shirt back at some point in the future?'

I put some emphasis on 'my', but keep a light, teasing tone in my voice; Two can play this game, though I might not be as good as she is at this, not yet anyway. She takes it well and smiles again, but it's different this time, more like a half-smile.

Akira: 'Oh yeah, in fact, that's why I came here, to give it back!'

Hisao: 'Oh, I see.'

'Then huh... give it back?' are my thoughts, but she doesn't lift a finger or says anything, like she's waiting for me to ask her. But I do not, fearing another tease or some kind of prank from her. Upon realizing I'm not gonna say anything, she drinks some more of her beer and speaks up.

Akira: 'Hey I was thinking, you still owe me one dare, right?'

Well, that was random. And terrifying. I'm pretty sure that I do not, in fact, owe her anything at all; If I recall, she even asked me one more than I did, asking both the first and the last. But I'm not gonna point it out, in part because I'm not sure, but mostly because she would likely invoke some obscure rules of Akira's truth or dare games that give the player who asked the last one an additional one, or something like that. I'm not really into an arguing mood anyway. Plus... Why not? I'll play along. She was reasonable and didn't ask anything that embarrassing in our game, earlier. I think back of the whole 'kiss the prettiest girl' thing. Ok, maybe just slightly embarrassing.

Hisao: 'I suppose it's pointless to even mention the possibility of asking for a "truth" instead?'

She doesn't even dignify that with an answer.

Akira: 'You want your shirt back, right?'

Hisao: '...Right?'

Akira: 'Well if you want it, you're gonna have to take it off me!'

She smiles, a smug look on her face, and stretches her arms above her head, daring me - quite literally - to do it. Moving her arms in this position lifted the shirt just slightly, exposing her shorts, and a strip of her belly. Well, it shouldn't be that embarrassing... right? I mean, she had a tank top on, if I don't fumble around and pulls it off at the same time, it's not a big deal... I wonder whether it's my brain talking or the alcohol I've had tonight. Either way, she's the one who asked, right? Then again it does little to alleviate my worries; It's Akira we're talking about here, it might just be some new tease of her, and I fear if I take even a step forward, or only pretend to touch the shirt to take it off her, she's gonna call me a pervert and make a big scene, pretending to be shocked about how she just can't believe what I was about to do.

Ah well... Get a grip Hisao. Either I do it, or I tell her I refuse, somehow. But I feel it'd be even more awkward to refuse and explain why than actually doing it. Akira is still waiting too, might as well go for it. I take a step forward, and Akira, apparently pleased I finally made up my mind, drink down the rest of her beer, puts the bottle on the floor, then wait for me. That simple walk to her seems incredibly long and stressful. Different images come to mind, good ones like marching to the altar to get married to your loving wife... And darker ones, like the prisoner being walked to the electric chair. Knowing Akira, I'm not sure which ones this dare is gonna be most similar to.

I eventually get to her and, not wanting to stand there a moment doing nothing and risk letting anxiety get the better of me, I decide to do it right away, like pulling a band-aid; I take the shirt at the waist with both hands and lift up, slowly but surely, until...
WHAT THE HELL. She doesn't have anything else under the shirt. I didn't lift it up all the way, but just high enough to see she didn't have the tank top on anymore, and from what I've seen, not any bra either; She had the top earlier, at the very least... Did she go to her room to change off it? I quickly let go of the shirt, that falls back in place, and Akira lets her arms down as well, but doesn't drop her smile.

I've had my fair share of embarrassing moments tonight, but for the first time, I have absolutely no idea what I should say or do in this situation. Akira seems to sense it from my reaction, because she's the one who speaks first;

Akira: 'Remember what I said, Hisao. That's your shot, right now. If you want it, you take it.'

Is she still talking about getting my shirt back, or...?
Despite her smile, Akira looks serious. I would've expected her to tease me more about my reaction, but she's genuinely telling me how it is; Ball is in my camp. I'm still not absolutely sure what she meant exactly and I don't want to overstep my boundaries, but at the very least, she's telling me to take the shirt off... I figure I'll start with that, and see how it goes.

And so I move in, for the second attempt; Akira raises her arms again, allowing me easier access to take the shirt off, and when I reach the point I gave up on the last try, I see that I had it right; She's not wearing anything else above the waist. I lift the shirt higher again, being more careful now that I'm passing it above her head, and her arms. We struggle a bit to work in tandem which, alcohol aiding, causes her to dance around a bit, moving back and forth, almost bumping into me. Akira being tall for a girl, and me being slightly crouched to work on her shirt, her chest is just about at my eyes level; I try my best not to look, but it's very hard when it's right in front of you. I'm very glad that at this moment, Akira can't see my reaction, her head still inside the shirt.

I finally manage to get the shirt off her, Akira placing her arms right to help me take it off. I consider for an instant hiding it somewhere she could not take it back from me again, but the sight of a topless Akira quickly makes me forget about anything other than herself, and I let the shirt fall on the floor, barely paying attention to it. Part of me is still worried about the big reveal, Akira telling me it wasn't serious, that she only wanted to see if I would do it, but no... She stands there, hands on her hips and smiling, proudly showing me what little she has; Even with a shirt on, it was quite apparent that she wasn't well-endowed like her sister. It fits her well, Akira having such a small frame, but at the same time she doesn't look delicate or fragile - Which I already know she isn't, after our little sparring session, and her countless playful punches - She's just tiny, but it doesn't make her any less rough, fierce even; She's like a small cub, ready to pounce at any time. Her short hair, slightly messed up by our arduous shirt-removal adventure, adds to her feral looks. I now realize that I've been staring at her for a while, and try to come up with something to say, but Akira's the first to talk, after noticing my attention focused on her breasts;

Akira: 'Hey, if that's not good enough for you I can put the shirt back on!'
Hisao: 'No, no! It's just...'

I'm not sure how to continue from there and end up saying nothing.

Akira: 'Just that you've never seen anyone as beautiful as me? Yeah, I get it.'

She's taking control of the conversation again, but I can't help but think she's a little shy about her small breasts; I want to say or do something to make her feel better - after all, she's right, even if she was just joking... She really is beautiful. Sadly, I can't seem to think of anything to say. I'm used to Akira being so confident, what can I hope to do if she's having doubts? Especially in this situation, that's all new to me. Thankfully, she seems to quickly regain her usual nature, and continues;

Akira: 'Well... You want to see more of me?'

She moves her thumbs across her waist, tugging at her shorts, and for a moment I'm afraid she'll ask me to take them off too... Which I think was her intention. But after a moment, she moves her hands in front and undoes the zipper of her shorts. Part of me expects her not to have anything else under these, but when she bends a little to pull them down to her ankles and take them off, I see she's wearing white cotton panties; That's a surprise, that's not what I would've pictured her with. But when she stands back up, I see a cartoonish mouth design in front of her panties, tongue lolling. Yeah, that one's more like her.

Akira walks toward me, and I brace myself for... Well, I'm not sure what I should expect exactly. She places her hands on each side of my vest, just below the collar, and looks me in the eyes; This looks like a scene coming straight from some romantic movie, and I move closer to her, expecting a kiss... But she suddenly moves her hand apart, ripping my vest and sending buttons flying across the room. While I'm standing there, befuddled by her action, she pulls me to her as roughly as she did to my vest and gives me a kiss, so quick that I can barely react to it. She then walks to the radio, raises the volume and changes to a different song. Just like when we fought over that poker game, she doesn't seem concerned about waking up everyone, but I am...

Hisao: 'Isn't it too loud?'

She has a quick laugh, then turns to me.

Akira: 'Trust me, you'd rather they hear that than...'

She raises her eyebrows in a playful manner and bites her lip, lowering her head to look at the floor, then at me again, teasing; What am I getting myself into...

She points at my pants, disapprovingly.

Akira: 'Tsk tsk! You better take these off yourself. If you want to have anything left to wear when I'm done with you, that is!'

I dutifully take them off, and Akira walks back to me, feels me through my boxers, and a satisfied expression appears on her face;

Akira: 'Nice! Now let me see...'

She pulls my boxers down before I can even react, takes my erection in her hand, and gives a few squeezes, before running her fingers slowly across the shaft. I'm visibly excited already, and it's hard to hide;

Akira: 'Man, you're still making it too easy for me! Not even a challenge!'

She pretends to be annoyed, but she's not trying really hard and is easy to read; She bends down again, this time to remove her panties, then turns to me, with the same playful pride she displayed after I took off her shirt; I try not to look too much like a creep, but I can't help taking a look... down there. She's clean shaved, aside from a small tuft of hair above her pussy. So far, Akira's been doing everything, or at least telling me what to do... I want to take some initiative too, so I move closer to her, though I'm not even sure what I'm gonna do next. I start by placing my hands on her back, to pull her to me, but she holds me back at arm's length, placing a hand on my shoulder;

Akira: 'Hold on, Romeo!'

She kneels to pick her shorts from the floor, and her hand searches in the right pocket until it comes out holding a condom.

Akira: 'Here. We're not making a mini-Akira or mini-Hisao today!'

She lets a few seconds pass, before continuing;

Akira: 'Unless you mean to marry me, that is?'

She tries her best to look serious, and almost gets it right despite her drunken state, but I've grown used to her teasing anyway, and know she's just playing around... And once again I reflect on how I actually enjoy her teasing me like this. I know it's silly, but I can't say I'd hate marrying someone like her, a few years from now when I have a better idea what I want to do with my life and all that. I move these thoughts aside from future consideration; I have something else on my mind right now, or rather someone... And after opening the wrapper with her teeth, this someone, Akira, takes my dick in her hands to put the condom on; When it's on, I ponder what to do next;

Hisao: 'Huh, should we...'

'Should we get on the bed', is what I was about to say, and I turned to walk in that direction, but Akira slaps me on the ass, causing me to turn around and when I do, she jumps onto me, holding herself with her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. She's so tiny, weighs next to nothing and I have no problem carrying her like that, but the impact caused me to crash into the nearby wall; Didn't hurt, not much anyway, but I start to realize why she wanted the music on, if that's how she likes to do it.

I'm holding her against me with my hands under her legs, and I ponder how to proceed to the next level without letting her fall down, but Akira takes the matter in her own hands - quite literally. She takes me in her right hand, holding herself tighter around my neck with her left and, both with her hand and her legs, she positions herself the right way and lowers herself onto me. I'm thankful for it; A first time is stressful enough for me - especially in such a position - that having Akira in charge of this part at least, is one less thing to worry about.

Akira: 'Turn around! Gonna be easier.'

It takes a moment to my otherwise preoccupied mind to realize what she means, but when I do, I slowly turn around on myself, until Akira's back is on the wall, rather than mine. I manage not to accidentally ram her into the dresser, but we crash into the wall quite hard - again. She doesn't seem to mind though, the way she smiles and beckons me to keep going. She makes sure we're positioned right and pulls on my ass to invite me to come further in. I suppose she's not a big fan of foreplay, and I move closer to her, my erection naturally going deeper inside her; Akira gasps a little, and I worry that I might've done it too quickly, but she picks up her smile and gestures me to keep going, and so I do.

When I get more used to the rhythm, I try to move into a better position; I spread her legs a bit more, and instead of holding them around my waist, I hold my hands onto the wall, with Akira's thighs resting on my forearms. Akira looks pleasantly surprised at the change, and says as much;

Akira: 'Nice one, newbie! You sure that's your first time?'

In this position, we're a bit less crammed against one another, which allows me to move faster, in and out of her, which seems like a very good thing, if I'm to judge by Akira's reaction. When she realizes I'm gonna be able to hold this position without too much trouble, she removes her arms from around my neck, to stretch them out on both sides, holding on to the first thing her hands meet; That dresser on the left, and on the right, a shelf holding a few books and some vases... Which she promptly sends crashing to the floor, with some fracas. My eyes grow big, horrified as I am, worried that someone's gonna come looking into the room, see what's happening; There's no way we're not waking up everyone in the house with the music, the crashing into everything in the room and all that. Akira doesn't seem worried in the least though, and bursts into laughter. She's just enjoying herself, and obviously finds the situation hilarious.

With the shelf gone to the floor, she holds herself onto the triangular metal brackets that supported them, and I fear she might just rip them off the wall by putting her weight onto them, but thankfully, they seem to hold on. I have a much better view on Akira's face and body, in this position, and while I'm a bit concerned about having to explain the damage to Shizune or her father tomorrow, that sight of her alone makes it all worth it. With her legs spread out, and her arms stretched out, I can see all of her; Her thighs, her flat belly and modest breasts; And she's throwing her head back, exposing her neck to me.

Once I'm sure our position is safe, steady enough and we don't risk to break anything else, I accelerate the pace, a move she seems to approve off. She's breathing loudly now, her chest heaving at regular intervals. I wish I could touch her more, caress her breast, her neck, her whole body... But my hands are quite busy, holding us in this position.

After a moment, I hear some metal squeaking noise, and realize she's about to take the brackets off the wall; Not that they support her weight - that's on me - but she seems to be pulling at them, her muscles tensing up. I ponder pointing it out to her, but too late; The screws holding it in place give up, and the way Akira was pulling, she brings them to crash painfully on my side;

Hisao: 'Oww!'

Akira brings her head in front, and sees what she's done;

Akira: 'Fuck me!'

She laughs, realizing what she just said;

Akira: 'I mean, you already do!'

Thankfully, the way I was holding her, the brackets giving up didn't cause her to fall. But she stills insists I let her down, and when I do, she turns around, facing the wall;

Akira: 'Do it fast! I'm super close!'

Doing it in this position appeals to me, but at the same time, I'm nervous; This time, I have to do it all myself, Akira can't help me. I move my left hand between her legs, touching her down there, getting a feel about how to position myself, then, not wanting to keep her waiting, I hold my dick in front of me with my right hand, and get back inside her. This feels different, and looks different as well; Having Akira's ass bounce on me at every thrust, isn't exactly something I hate. After our first position, this one's quite easy, and I'm only supporting myself on the wall with one hand, so Akira takes the other one in hers, and brings it to her chest, right on her breast.

Akira: 'Just... Hold it there.'

She might've been shy about her small breasts earlier, but she still likes for me to pay attention to them; As I rued not being able to do it just a moment ago, I oblige, caressing her, fondling her. She takes my left hand and brings it there too, wanting me to hold onto herself, and nothing else; She's the one holding herself - and us - on the wall now, and she's also moving her hips back when I trust in, so I go deeper inside her, and we fuck even harder. I notice she seems to be breathing differently now...

Akira: 'Fuck... Keep going... Just a bit more...'

She speaks differently too, making a small pause every other word. She's getting close, and I want us both to come, so I thrust in faster, bringing me closer as well. Akira's moans turn into grunts, and deepens even more, sounding more animalistic than human; I think she knows it too, because she moves her right hand blindly, trying to get a hold of the radio to raise the volume, but she misjudges the distance and instead sends it crashing to the floor, following the shelfs, bracket, and a dozen other things she deemed unworthy to stand so far above the ground tonight; The music stops, and Akira laughs again, but her laughter quickly turns into something else, that I recognize instantly even though I never heard it before, not in person anyway;

After destroying the radio, Akira's hand moves back to me, and I feel her thankfully short nails biting into my skin. I'm not even sure she did it on purpose, as she doesn't seem to be in control of her hands anymore, but it hurts nonetheless... It does more than hurting though; I feel like it's sending me closer to cumming, and I accelerate the pace one last time. After pleasure, pain and so many other things I've felt, what finally sends me past that point is the sight of Akira and the sound of her moans, as we reach orgasm together;


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When we come back to our senses, she turns around and takes the condom off of me;

Akira: 'Gonna get rid of it, give me a minute!'

She grabs my pants off the floor and quickly puts them on, then leaves the room. I sit on the bed, tired not only of the long day but also this night; When she comes back, she takes the pants off and throws them on the floor again, before grabbing my shirt; She's really gonna put it on? Again?

Hisao: '...Am I ever getting that shirt back? I mean, at all?'
Akira: 'Oh, I'm not putting in on! Don't worry!'

As if trying to confirm her words, she folds the shirt and place it on the desk, then walks over the rest of the clothes laying around the floor; Like that shirt was the only one that mattered.

Akira: 'Don't need the shirt right now. You're gonna be my heat source tonight. And now, you can worry!'
Hisao: '...Cold feet?'
Akira: 'You will seeeeeee!'

I laugh and pulls the sheet to invite her in, but instead of laying in there, she sits on my side and takes some first aid stuff she brought back from the bathroom; White gauze pads, disinfectants, that kind of stuff. I take a look at my side, where she scratched me with her nails; It's not deep, I'm not sure it needs medical attention. Does Akira have a hidden motherly nature like her sister?

Hisao: 'Don't think I need it, do I? Didn't even draw blood.'

She looks terribly embarrassed;

Akira: '...Other side.'

I take a look on my left side and see a two inches gash. Not that deep, but there's some blood, five or six inches down the wound; It's not bleeding anymore, but it's more than a little scratch. I'm now reminded of the brackets Akira slammed on my side during our err, lovemaking session. Akira probably knew I didn't even notice;

Akira: 'I'm sorry! I didn't say anything because... Well, I kinda... didn't want to stop!'

I can't help but laugh, and when I'm done, I let her take care of me. The disinfectant hurts some, and I quickly realize that Akira definitely doesn't have Lilly's motherly nature; Her nursing skills are probably closer to those you'd expect from an army's battlefield medic. But after this rough night, I think I can endure it. After a few minutes, I'm all patched up, and ready to sleep, so I lay down on the bed. Akira seems to be thinking for a moment, before speaking up;

Akira: 'You know... You should give me a call sometime if you want. We could hang out, do... stuff.'

She hesitates so much, it's rare to see her embarrassed like that. She continues;

Akira: 'You should come visit my house too if you want when you graduate. Or you know... before?'
Hisao: 'Sure thing, Akira. I would love that!'

She picks up her smile, then gets under the sheets, and gestures me to come in with her. I'm about to come close to her to cuddle, spoon with her, but she moves away;

Akira: 'Nope! Not like that. Man, I really need to teach you everything. The guy lays on his back. The lady comes into his arm, resting on his chest.'

The lady... This one is just too easy. I decide to tease her one last time, and point at every broken thing in the room; My vest, the radio, the shelf... I think there might be a bump in the wall, where we crashed into it... and lastly, the bandage I have on the side.

Hisao: 'The lady? Who's a lady here?'

This earns me another punch on the shoulder, and when she realizes I'm used to these already and don't really mind them, she slaps me on the side, right on my wound; Now that one hurts, and I make sure to let it show, lest she'd be likely to hit me again.

Hisao: 'Sorry, sorry!'

She smiles, satisfied, and when I lay on my back, she comes take her place at my side, her head on my chest, and her feet between mine, trying to take some of my warmth for herself. I'm so lucky, I think, for her, for tonight. Akira is like one's best buddy, who also happens to be a girl. I'm a bit lost in these happy thoughts, when she lifts her head a bit, to look me in the eyes.

Akira: 'Hey... You still haven't kissed the prettiest girl, you know? Your dare?'

I can't help but smile, reflecting on this night; She's right. Despite everything we've done tonight, I didn't kiss her, though I recall her giving me a very light kiss. When I don't reply anything, thinking about the events of the night, she takes it as hesitation, like I was pondering which girl is the prettiest; Which one I would have to kiss. She gives me a sweet smile, and lays her hand on my side, directly on my wound;

Akira: 'If you don't kiss me right now, it's gonna hurt. Like, real bad.'

I lower myself down on the bed a bit and pull her closer to me until we're face to face, and when I press my lips against Akira's, her entire body comes closer, pressing herself against me; It's not an extremely deep kiss, like passionate lovers, I'm not sure how to describe it, more like... a friendly kiss? Though you usually don't kiss your friends on the lips this way; When we pull back, she's still smiling, and she moves back in to give me one final kiss, before going back into her favorite sleeping position and wishing me good night.

Hisao: 'Good night, Akira!'

My mind is racing, thinking about this week, about tonight, about Akira... And so she falls asleep long before me, and I'm left watching her sleep for a while. Looking at the room, the mess we did. Looking at my shirt. My shirt... That I still didn't get to wear yet. I take a look at her again, sleeping peacefully on my side; Some silly, hopeful thought crosses my mind... Despite being with her at this very moment, I can't help but wonder when I'm gonna see her again, after my return at Yamaku. Soon, I hope.

Until then, I'll have my shirt, to remind me of Akira; Probably has her smell now.



The end.