Family Relationships

"And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest thing to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am"

-- "Iris", by the GooGoo Dolls

Fumiki Yoshida was in a good mood. She had stopped by the store her
mother worked at on the way home, and her mother had agreed to allow
her to go to the 'slumber party' that Noriko and Bethany were
giving. She was also in a hurry; the caffei1ne from the soft drink
she'd drunk had gone straight to her bladder, and she _needed_ the
bathroom.

Which is why she failed to knock on the bathroom door, and why she
burst in on her thirteen-year-old sister, who had forgotten to lock
the door.

Her jaw dropped, as she took in the picture in front of her. Her
sister was sitting on the toilet, legs spread, fingering herself with
her right hand. Her left hand was holding a magazine that Fumiki
recognized instantly; it was one of her brother's dirty comics which
featured tentacled monsters prominently.

Kita slammed her legs together, trying to hide the magazine behind
her. "Don't you knock?" she yelled, face red.

Fumiki gave an odd little hop. "Not when I have to piss this bad!
Move!" She walked quickly across the room, legs close
together. "Hurry!"

"Fine." Kita stood up, edging past her in the narrow space. 

Fumiki stared after her sister thoughtfully, sighing in relief as the
pressure on her bladder eased. Making up her mind, she stood and
walked into her sister's room, closing the door after her.

"What do you want?" her sister snapped, her face still slightly pink.

Fumiki sat down on her sister's bed, looking at her. "So you like
those magazines?"

Kita turned bright red. "It's none of your business."

"I'm not teasing you, sis. I like them too."

"I am _not_ having this conversation with you."

"So, are you still a virgin?"

"Dammit, Fumiki, that's none of your business."

Fumiki looked at her sister. "Sorry, Kita. It's just --" She
stopped. "How can I say this. Sis, will you answer me two questions,
honestly?"

Fumiki could tell from her expression that Kita wondered what had
gotten into her sister. "That depends. What do you want to know, and
why?"

"I can't tell you why. Not yet. I promise I'm not going to tease you
about it, or anything like that. My first question is, did the
tentacles turn you on?"

Kita nodded, red to the tips of her ears.

"My second question is, would you like to actually get to play with
tentacles, if it was possible?"

Kita hesitated. "I don't know. It looks really hot, but...I don't want
to get hurt."

"And if you wouldn't get hurt?"

Kita said, slowly, "If I wouldn't get hurt, or pregnant, or catch
anything, I guess so."

Fumiki stopped. "Um. I hadn't thought of the pregnant thing." She
stood up. "Be right back. I have to make a phone call."

"Who are you calling?"

"A couple of friends. I'm going over to their place for a slumber
party. I'm going to see if you can come. I think you'd like it."

Kita looked at her sister suspiciously. "You aren't going to tell them
what I said, are you?"

"Well...yes."

"Dammit, Fumiki!"

"Wait! Give me a second, sis! Look. They won't make fun of you, or
think you are perverted or anything, ok? I promise. I can't tell you
why yet, because I don't have permission to talk to you about
it. That's one of the things I have to do."

Her sister turned over, facing away. "If Mom and Dad find out, I'll
kill you."

"They won't. I promise. I'll be right back." Fumiki hurried to the
phone.

"Hello?"

"Noriko? It's Fumiki."

"Hi! What did your parents say?"

"They said yes! I'm really looking forward to it. But I need to ask
you something. Can I bring someone with me?"

Noriko's voice was hesitant. "I don't know if that's a good idea. I
mean..."

"Listen, let me explain, and you can decide."

"Ok..." Noriko's skepticism was obvious, but as Fumiki went through
the tale, she came around. "Ok. But make her swear the oath before you
tell her."

"Right. She did bring up one question, though. The demon can't get us
pregnant, can he?"

"I never thought of that. Hold on." There was a pause. "He says not
under ordinary circumstances. Apparently doing so takes some sustained
effort on both parts."

"Good. Mom and Dad would _kill_ me if I got pregnant."

"Yeah." Noriko giggled. "And can you imagine telling them the father
wasn't human?"

"No. And I'm not going to try either. Ok, look. I gotta go explain to
my sister -- she was pissed that I was going to tell someone."

"Ok. We'll pick you up at five tomorrow."

Fumiki walked back into her sister's room, making sure the door closed
behind her. She turned on the radio, turning it up, then sat down on
the bed. Leaning over, she said, "Ok, I can tell you now. If you want,
I can make your fantasy come true."

Kita looked at her. "Fantasy?"

Fumiki nodded. "The one about the tentacles."

"It's not exactly a fantasy. Just something I think about when, you
know." She sighed, annoyed. "What are you, some kind of pervert? I
mean, it's not exactly normal for a girl to try to get her little
sister laid. What have you got, kinky friends who like to dress up
like they have tentacles?"

"No, not at all. Look. I've been invited to a slumber party tomorrow
night, and I just asked if you could come too. You are welcome to, and
I think you'll enjoy it. You don't have to if you don't want. If you
come, you'll have the chance to get thoroughly fucked." It suddenly
occured to Fumiki that it might be her sister's first time. "Are you a
virgin?"

Kita looked at her sister warily. "Since you seem to be so determined
to find out, yes. A couple of the boys tried to get me to let them
fuck me, but I really didn't like them that much. I mean, I'd like to
do it, but I really don't want a reputation as a slut, and I didn't
trust them not to talk."

Fumiki looked down at the floor for a long time, remembering the pain,
the terror, the feel of rough hands pulling her skirt up, and a tear
rolled down her cheek. "My first time wasn't very good. I didn't
really get a choice. I want to make sure you enjoy your first time,
sis. If you'll trust me, I'll make sure you have a good first time --
I think they are inventive enough that they'll know what to do. But
would you freak out if they actually had a demon with tentacles?"

"No, not if it was nice." Kita laughed. "That sounds weird, but you
know what I mean. But I'm not sure if I want to lose my virginity to a
girl, you know?"

"You won't be, trust me on that."

"Hmm. You promise that nobody will know?"

"Promise."

Kita thought about it. "And I can change my mind and say stop whenever
I want?"

"Promise."

"Well...ok."

"No, I don't want to talk you into it. I want you to do it because you
want to."

"I want to, I'm just...nervous." Kita played with a bit of her
hair. "Um, I wouldn't mind having girls involved, but I want to
actually, you know, actually lose it to a, um, penis." She blushed.

"They'd love to make love to you, sis, I can tell you that. And it'll
be a penis. Sort of."

"Sort of?" Kita looked up at her sister curiously.

"Look, will you promise to at least give me the benefit of the doubt
until you see?"

"I guess so."

"They do have a demon. With tentacles."

Kita raised an eyebrow. "Ohhhhh-kay." She drew the word out. "If you
say so."

"I say so."

Kita chewed on her lip nervously, trying to figure out how to ask her
question. "Sis?"

"What?"

"Um, were you planning on being involved?"

Fumiki looked away from her sister, so that Kita couldn't see her
expression. "In you losing your virginity?"

"Yeah," Kita said, quietly.

"Would that bother you?"

"I don't know."

Fumiki felt for her sister's hand and gave it a squeeze, still looking
away. "If it bothers you, then no, I won't be. I'll just watch." She
hesitated as she realized that even that much might bother her
sister. "Is that ok?"

"I guess so." They were silent for several minutes, until finally Kita
broke the silence.

"Fumiki?"

"Yes, sis?"

"What if it wouldn't bother me?"

Fumiki didn't answer. 

"Sis?"

Fumiki didn't look at her sister. "I don't know."

Kita pushed herself up right, moving so that she could see her
sister. "Look at me." When her sister still wouldn't meet her gaze,
she sighed. "You do know, don't you?"

Slowly, Fumiki nodded. "Yeah," she whispered. "I do."

"Fumiki Yoshida, are you saying that you want to make love to me?"

Fumiki swallowed. "Yeah. I'm sorry. It's just...you're so pretty. I
look at you, and I can't help thinking how much I want to hold you, to
kiss you. I didn't want you to know."

Kita sighed. "Why not?"

"Because I didn't want you to think I was sick."

"Why do you think I would think you are sick?"

"Because it's not normal to want to have sex with your little sister,
that's why!" Fumiki said defensively.

"So you think you are sick, then?"

"Yes -- no -- oh, I don't _know_." Fumiki wailed. "I just -- I don't
think I can stand seeing you look at me and seeing the disgust on your
face." She closed her eyes. "You are supposed to love your sister, but
it's not normal to be _in love_ with her. I'm sorry, Kita. I didn't
want you to know." 

"Look at me," Kita said. "Look at me!"

Fumiki raised her eyes. "What?"

"Do I look disgusted to you?"

Fumiki searched her sister's face intently, looking for disgust or
revulsion. Her expression grew steadily more puzzled as she failed to
find it. "No, but....don't you think I'm sick?"

Kita shook her head. "No, I don't. I think it's flattering, sis. I
mean, look. I've hardly got any tits at all, and you still think I'm
sexy. That really makes me feel special, you know?" She blushed a
little. "I've got to say it's kind of weird having your sister tell
you she's in love with you...but it's kind of nice, too."

Fumiki's chin quivered, but the corners of her mouth pulled up in a
smile. "You don't mind?"

Her sister looked at her as if she'd sprouted another head. "Mind? Why
would I mind?"

"Well, I mean, um," Fumiki started.

Kita sighed, and looked at her sister. "Listen to me. No, I don't
mind. It doesn't bother me. It freaks me out a little, but that's
kinda in a good way, okay? I mean, I don't think I can say I'm in love
with you like you are me, but I've never thought about it. So stop
being so weirded out about it, ok?"

"Uh...ok," Fumiki said, a little stunned.

"I mean it!" Kita's eyes flashed dangerously. "If it doesn't weird me
out, why should it weird you out?"

"I guess it shouldn't."

"Good."

They sat there in a slightly strained silence for a while.

"Kita?"

"What?"

"It really doesn't bother you?"

"No."

"Thanks."

Kita squeezed her sister's hand. "You're welcome."


Kita lay on her bed in the dark, unable to sleep. Her sister's
revelation that afternoon had shocked her to the core. That wasn't
what was keeping her up, however; she had been truthful when she said
it didn't bother her.

The problem was the fact that it didn't bother her. She couldn't help
feeling that it should have, and her head was spinning as she tried to
figure out if there was something wrong with her. Shouldn't she have
been utterly disgusted? Her sister had confessed to having incestuous,
lesbian desires for her, and she had been _flattered_ by it. What was
wrong with her?

She lay there wrestling with the question for several hours, finally
throwing the covers off in a frustrated motion. "Fine."

Wearing an over-sized sleep shirt, she made her way down the hall, the
material brushing the middle of her thighs. Her black hair shadowed
her face in the light streaming in from the city outside the windows
of the apartment. Reaching her sister's door, she stopped, debating
with herself a final time, before her hand reached for the doorknob.

Fumiki hadn't slept well either; while she'd been telling the truth
when she said she hadn't wanted her sister to know, it actually went
beyond that. Before her sister had asked her, point blank, if Fumiki
wanted to sleep with her, she hadn't really admitted to herself that
that was the case. She'd been able to make excuses to herself -- of
course she loved her sister; that's what sisters do. She wasn't
actually checking out her sister's body, she was just noticing how she
was changing as she entered puberty.

Now all of those excuses were gone, blown out of the water by three
simple words. /Yes, I do./ She couldn't deny it any longer; she was in
love with her sister, and it wasn't a sisterly love, either.

She still couldn't bring herself to quite believe that her sister was
as okay with things as she seemed; she couldn't understand how she could
take her declaration so evenly.

Her mind kept racing, imagining scenarios -- her sister saying she
never wanted to see her again, denouncing her to her friends, her
parents throwing her out of the house. Finally, after hours, her eyes
fell closed, and she dreamed of her sister, drifting between nightmare
and erotic dream.

Her fitful sleep was interrupted by the sound of the doorknob turning,
and as her eyes opened she wondered briefly if she was still
dreaming. She could see her sister's silhouette standing in the
doorway, and her breath quickened involuntarily as she saw the gentle
swell of her budding breasts.

She waited for her sister to enter, but Kita just stood there, looking
at her. Finally, wondering what was going on, she spoke. "Kita? Are
you ok?"

Her sister stepped into the room, closing the door behind her and
throwing the room into pitch-blackness. "No."

Fumiki paused, fighting for control, and her voice barely quivered as
she asked, "What's wrong?"

"I need to talk to you, sis."

Fumiki could hear her sister moving towards her, and then felt the
mattress move as her sister crawled in bed with her.

"What's wrong?"

In the dark, she was forced to try to judge her sister's state from
the sound of her voice. "Just -- just hold me for a little while,
please?"

Not understanding, but wanting to make her sister feel better, Fumiki
wrapped her arms around Kita as she laid her head on Fumiki's
chest. They lay like that for a long time; it felt so _right_ to have
her sister in her arms that Fumiki ached.

She was almost asleep when Kita finally spoke again. "Did you really
mean it, Fumiki? About loving me?"

Fumiki nodded, then realized that her sister couldn't see the movement
in the dark. "Yes, I did. Maybe it's wrong, but I can't help it."

She felt Kita moving, pulling out of her arms and sitting up. Biting
back a sob, she resisted the urge to reach out for her.

"I meant it when I said I didn't know if I loved you the same way,
Fumiki."

Fumiki felt hot tears trickling down her cheeks. "I know, sis. I can't
expect you to."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's ok."

Kita continued as if she hadn't heard. "I really don't think I do. But
I think...I think I'd like to."

Fumiki's breath caught in her throat, and she wondered if she'd heard
what she thought she had.

"I like you, and I love you as a sister. I trust you not to hurt me. I
think...you don't have to be in love with someone to start dating
them, or even sleeping with them." Fumiki heard her sister chuckle. "I
certainly wasn't in love with either of the guys I thought about
losing my virginity to -- I was just horny." She sighed. "Sis, I think
I'd like you to help me lose my virginity tomorrow. I think you'd try
to make it good for me."

"I would," Fumiki said, very quietly.

"And...if you were to ask me out on a date, I wouldn't turn you down."

Fumiki lay motionless, a thrill shooting through her body. "You
wouldn't?"

"No. I'm not promising I'll fall in love with you, sis. But I wouldn't
turn down a date from a guy just because I wasn't in love with
him. So, yeah, you can ask me out. But you've got to treat me
right. You've gotta be romantic, ok? Treat me like you'd want a guy to
treat you, actually take me out on dates." She paused. "We've just got
to be careful."

"Mom and Dad?"

"Yeah. I don't even want to think about what would happen if they
knew."

"Yeah." Fumiki was silent for a few moments. "They'd lose it."

"Yeah."

"Kita? Thanks. I'll make sure your first time is really, really
special. I promise."

"I know." Kita paused for a long moment, then asked hesitantly, "Sis?"

"What?"

"Would you like to be my first for something else?"

"I'd love to." Fumiki didn't bother to ask what.

"I've never kissed someone before. Well, I mean, not a real kiss."

Fumiki's breath was coming faster. "You mean, you want me to be your
first kiss?"

Kita felt suddenly shy. "Um, yeah."

Fumiki reached up, gently tugging her sister down next to her. Turning
her head, she could feel Kita trembling. Stroking her cheek tenderly,
she very gently brushed her lips across soft, moist lips.

The feather-light touch of Fumiki's lips sent a shock throughout
Kita's body, and her lips parted instinctively, her breath coming
faster as she reacted to the feel of warm lips upon her own. She could
feel her nipples begin to harden, and reached up, placing her hand on
the back of her Fumiki's neck. The faint scent of her sister's shampoo
drifted up as her hand stirred the hair.

Fumiki's breath quickened as she felt Kita begin to return her
kiss. Her entire body tingled as she felt Kita's tongue slip
between her lips. Closing her eyes in the darkness, she gave herself
over to the kiss as her sister pulled her closer.

Kita felt a tingle begin to grow between her legs as the kiss moved
from tentative to passionate, the touches of Fumiki's tongue upon hers
feeling like electrical shocks. Instinctively, she pressed herself
against the warm curves in her arms, and she could feel the hard
points of Fumiki's nipples against her breasts.

Fumiki whimpered a little at the feel of erect nipples pressed tightly
against hers, and almost without conscious volition her hand slid down
Kita's back, over her the curve of her ass, to trail along one thigh.

Kita automatically spread her legs, lost in the kiss, wanting more,
wanting her sister's hand between her legs. She ground her mouth into
Fumiki's, feeling their teeth grate together, wordlessly demanding
more.

Fumiki began to slip her hand up between her sister's legs, but the
feel of Kita's wetness was just enough of a shock to bring her back to
reality. Removing her hand was perhaps the hardest thing she'd
done in her entire life, and when her sister whimpered in protest,
resisting the urge to return it to her cunt was almost
irresistible. Bringing both hands up, she held her sister's face
tenderly, slowly reducing the intensity of the kiss, trailing off into
a line of kisses along Kita's jaw.

"Was that what you wanted?"

Kita didn't answer at first. As the wait lengthened, Fumiki felt her
stomach tighten in fear. The first word out of her sister's mouth
didn't relieve the fear at all.

"No." 

Fumiki's breath caught in her throat, and she turned her head away,
feeling as if a lead weight had been dropped on her chest.

Kita reached out and caressed Fumiki's jaw, turning her head to
place a tender kiss on her sister's lips. "It was better than I ever
imagined. Thank you, Fumiki. That was wonderful. I didn't want you to
stop."

"I didn't want to stop." Fumiki's voice was husky with desire. "But I
want your first time to be special, and this isn't the right time or
place. And if we'd kept going, I couldn't have stopped."

Kita nuzzled her head into her sister's shoulder, her arms still
around Fumiki's neck. "That's so sweet, sis. Thanks."

Fumiki slid her arms around Kita's waist. "You're welcome, sis. I love
you."

Kita just made a small, contented sound, and they fell asleep
together, the younger girl using her sister as her pillow.


Kita jolted awake, hearing her mother's voice calling for her in the
hallway.

"Kita? Where are you, dear?"

"Oh _shit_," she whispered, shaking her sister. "Wake up! Mom's
looking for me."

"Oh _fuck_." The blood drained out of Fumiki's face. "We're dead."

Thinking quickly, Kita shook her head. "Uh-uh. I had a nightmare last
night and crawled in bed with you, got it?"

"Right." Some of the color returned to Fumiki's face, and she managed
a small grin. "More like a dream than a nightmare, from my viewpoint."

"Yeah. We need to talk about that, sis." Seeing the look on her
sister's face, Kita hurried on. "Nothing bad. But we don't have time
right now." She slipped out of bed just as her mother opened the door.

"Fumiki, have you seen -- oh. There you are, Kita. I was worried when
I couldn't find you."

Kita blushed involuntarily. "Sorry, mom. I had a really bad nightmare
last night, so I crawled in bed with Fumiki."

"Oh." Her mother didn't know what to make of that statement, so she
simply said, "Breakfast is ready."

"Thanks."

Fumiki sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed. "Oh, mom,
Bethany and Noriko invited Kita to come to the slumber party tonight,
if it's ok with you."

Her mother thought about it. "I don't see why not. It's nice seeing
the two of you doing things together for a change." She walked out the
door, never noticing the expressions on her daughters' faces at her
last statement.


Fumiki looked around the kitchen, making sure that no one was near
enough to overhear her conversation, before punching in Noriko's
number. It rang several times before a sleepy voice answered, "Hello?"

"Hi, Noriko?"

"No, this is Bethany." There was an audible yawn. "Fumiki? Is that
you?"

"Um, yeah, it is. I'm sorry, did I wake you up? I didn't mean to, I
was just up and I didn't think you might still be asleep..." Fumiki's
voice trailed off nervously.

"'S ok. Are you all right? You sound odd."

"I'm great. Wonderful, in fact. But, um, I need some help."

"What do you need?" Bethany asked, curious.

"Well," Fumiki paused, looking around, "See, thing is, I'm bringing
Kita tonight, right?"

"Kita? Oh, your sister. Yeah, Noriko mentioned something like
that. What about it?"

"Well, she's, um, a virgin."

"Fumiki, are you sure she should be coming tonight, then?"

"Oh yeah." Fumiki nodded her head rapidly, forgetting that Bethany
couldn't see her. "I just want to make sure tonight is really special
for her."

There was a long pause. "I guess that makes sense. What did you have
in mind?"

"I'm not sure," Fumiki admitted. "I thought maybe you and Noriko could
pick me up early, and we could plan."

"Just a second." Fumiki could hear Bethany speaking, and Noriko's
voice in the background, then Noriko was speaking to her. "Hi,
Fumiki."

"Hi."

"Bethany says your sister is a virgin, and tonight would be her first
time?"

"Yeah, and I want to make sure it's something she'll always remember,
you know? My first time was horrible, I don't want that to happen to
my little sister."

There was a pause. "You're sure she knows what's going to happen?"

"Oh, yeah. We talked about it a lot. Um, I can't really talk about
that here. I'm in the kitchen."

"I see." She could hear Noriko talking to Bethany. "How about if we
pick you up around noon? We didn't really have any plans for today
other than fucking a lot."

Fumiki blushed at the other girls matter of fact words. "That'd be
great. I'll tell mom that we want to get our studying out of the way
before tonight, so that Kita doesn't feel left out."

"See you then."


Kita stared out the window, waiting for Fumiki and her friends to show
up. She was more than a little nervous; her sister's hurried
explanation that she had to "work on something with Noriko and Bethany
before tonight" seemed somehow off-kilter, in addition to the
nervousness engendered by the plans for the night's activities. All
afternoon she'd vacillated between excited nervousness and fearful
nervousness; either way, the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't go
away.

But she wasn't going to back out. That much she was determined; after
seeing what a single _kiss_ from her sister could do, she wanted
more. And, seeing how excited her sister was, she didn't want to
disappoint her. Her feelings about her sister's love were still in
turmoil, but more and more they centered around a warm, cherished
feeling -- something she'd never felt before.

She liked that feeling.

Seeing a car drive up, she jumped up to go to the door, surprised to
see that there was only one person in the car. The tall blonde who
stepped out was obviously Bethany, but why would she be alone?

When the blonde walked up the sidewalk to the front door, however, she
realized that it must be Bethany. Hurrying to the door, she answered
it.

"Hi, you must be Kita. I'm Bethany."

"It's nice to meet you, Bethany," she replied politely, wondering just
where her sister was.

As if reading her mind, Bethany said, "Fumiki and Noriko are working
on something, so they asked me to pick you up. I hope you don't mind,
but I need to stop by a store and get something on the way home."

"That's fine. Let me get my stuff and tell Mom I'm leaving."

In the car, they sat in a slightly awkward silence as Bethany pulled
away from the curb. As they merged into traffic, the older girl said,
softly, "Your sister really loves you, you know?"

Kita blushed, and she choked. "I'm sorry?"

"She didn't say anything at first, but it was kinda obvious. How long
have you two been together?"

"Um, I think you have the wrong idea. We aren't...together the way you
mean."

Bethany turned to her, shock and regret on her face. "Oh my god. I'm
sorry. It just seemed that -- I mean, I must have misunderstood
something."

Kita hesitated. "Um..."

"Kita, I'm sorry, I really am. I really must have completely
misinterpreted something."

Kita thought about how it felt to wake up in her sister's arms that
morning, and how it had felt to fall asleep in them -- the comforting
sound of her heart, the safe, protected feeling of the older girl's
arms around her waist. "No, I don't think you did. I'm sorry. It's
just that I'm not used to the idea of...well, of being _together_ with
anyone, much less..." She hesitated again, fighting for the courage to
get the last words out. "...my sister."

"Kita...don't be ashamed of love. Even if the world wouldn't
approve. The world wouldn't approve of my relationship with Noriko,
but I'm not ashamed of it."

"Yes, but...Noriko isn't your sister," Kita said. "It's one thing to
have a lesbian lover, but incest is something else."

"True, but Noriko isn't my lover. She's my owner, and I don't think
people would understand that any more than they'd understand about you
and Fumiki."

Kita's mouth dropped open. "Your _owner_? What do you mean?"

Bethany's eyes flickered to Kita before returning to the road. "Just
that. She owns me," she said, matter of factly. "I thought that Fumiki
had told you."

"Um, no. She didn't mention that." Kita hesitated, wondering whether
it was proper to ask her next question, deciding that given the
subject matter it was. "Why does she own you? I mean, why would you
want her to?"

"There are a couple of reasons," Bethany said, changing lanes to an
exit ramp. "Initially, it was because, well, I used to be a total
bitch. Noriko says I was a sociopath. I'd kidnapped her and tied her
up to sacrifice her to the demon I was raising." Seeming not to notice
the way Kita's eyes widened, or the way she moved away in her seat,
she continued, "Luckily for me, I screwed up. To make a long story
short, the demon healed me. To be honest, I think that if I didn't
have Noriko, I might have just killed myself then."

Bethany's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Realizing what I did
was...hard." She paused a moment, giving Kita a chance to
comment. "Noriko gave me a reason to live. I wanted to serve her, both
to make up for what I did to her, and to thank her for giving me what
I'd needed for so long." She glanced over at Kita. "Did Fumiki mention
the things Noriko and I like to do together?"

"Um, no. Should I be worried?"

Bethany shook her head. "No. We won't do anything to you that you
don't want. But, well. See, Noriko wasn't the first girl I'd tied up
and tortured. What I didn't realize was, well, I was hoping one of
them would overpower me and do those horrible things to _me_. Problem
was, I was too smart -- I never picked girls who had a chance."

"Oh. So, um, what exactly does she do to you?"

"Well, a lot of it is that she makes me do things -- she might tell me
to, for example, go down on her. Or N'gath'tu. Or you or Fumiki. Don't
get me wrong, it's not like I wouldn't enjoy doing it, but it's even
better when it's not my choice."

"Oh."

Bethany glanced at her again. "Or..." She hesitated.

"Or what?" Kita asked, genuinely curious now.

"I don't want to freak you out or anything."

"Hey, if I didn't freak when my sister told me she was in love with
me, I'm not likely to freak now."

Bethany looked dubious. "You sure?"

Kita was truly intrigued now. "Look, I'm probably going to be sleeping
with my sister tonight, if we don't lose our nerve. I promise I won't
think you are a disgusting pervert or anything."

"Do you think you will?"

"Do I think I will what?"

"Lose your nerve."

"I don't know." Kita paused for a long moment. "I hope not."

"So do I." Bethany hesitated. "Kita, seriously, do you have any idea
how your sister feels about you?"

Kita nodded. "She says she loves me. I think she means it."

"Why do you think she means it?"

"Yesterday I'd never been kissed. Last night she kissed me, just
once. Bethany, it was...wonderful." Kita's eyes misted over, and her
voice was dreamy. "I'd never felt anything like it, never imagined
anything like it. Wonderful. But I'm scared."

"Of tonight? That's understandable. Losing your virginity is a pretty
big step."

"No. I'm afraid....Bethany, what if I can't love her the way she loves
me? I think I want to -- no, I know I do. She makes me feel so...so
warm inside, so happy. I want to make her feel the same way, but...I'm
not even sure what love is. What if I can't? I don't want to hurt
her."

Bethany pulled the car over to the side of the road, parking, so that
she could turn sideways in her seat and devote her attention to the
thirteen-year-old. "Kita, I'm not the right person to ask about these
things. A few days ago, I was incapable of love. Now I love Noriko,
but I don't know if it's what other people feel when they are in
love. I don't know what to tell you." She hesitated, unsure. "Let's
try this: How do you feel when you think about her?"

"Knowing she loves me makes me feel...warm, and comforted, and
protected, and special. It's like -- I don't know. When she holds me I
feel so...right."

"No, I don't mean when you think about what she does -- I mean, when
you think about _her_. I think that's the important bit." Bethany
smiled wryly. "I think."

"Oh. Well....I don't know. When I think about kissing her, I get all
tingly -- but that's just sex, right? Not love? I like her, I know
that like we're supposed to fight all the time and not get along, but
we've never really done that. Maybe it's because she's only a year
older, or something. I like to spend time with her. I mean, even if
we're not really doing anything together, it's more fun being in the
same room with her. I like the fact that I can talk to her about sex
now -- it was weird having something I wasn't comfortable talking to
her about. We've always talked about stuff." Kita realized she was
babbling, and stopped, blushing. "Sorry."

"No, I think that you needed to say that. Now I want to ask you
something: How do you think you should feel about someone you were in
love with?"

Kita sat there, thinking. Slowly her expression changed to one of
shock, and then chagrin. "Oh. Boy, I feel dumb now."

"Why should you feel dumb? I mean, you knew that sisters were supposed
to love each other, and I'll bet you'd never even thought about the
fact that you wanted to be around her more than most sisters. Why
would you? You knew how you felt, so you never even needed to examine
it." Her lips quirked. "Maybe it was like me never realizing that what
I wanted was to be, well, dominated. Your mind avoiding something you
weren't ready for."

"I guess that would make sense." Kita smiled and leaned over, giving
Bethany a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks. That really helped." Then she
narrowed her eyes. "But you never answered my question."

"What question?" Bethany asked, innocently.

"About what you and Noriko do." Kita's voice was inflexible, but the
corners of her mouth turned up slightly in a smile.

Bethany sighed, pulling back into traffic. "You aren't going to let
this go, are you?"

"Nope."

Bethany grimaced. "Fine, but you have to promise you won't think badly
of Noriko if it's something that disgusts you."

"I won't. I promise." Kita tilted her head slightly. "Why would I?"

"You're sure?" The older girl glanced over at Kita. "I mean, I don't
really care what other people think, but I don't want Noriko to get
hurt."

"I'm sure."

"Ok. Well, like, I like to be restrained -- I guess most people would
use ropes, but Noriko has N'gath'tu do it. I think that's better
anyway. Then...oh, there's a few things she's done. Clothespins, on my
nipples and cunt-lips. N'gath'tu can grow, well, kinda like
needles. He's stuck those into me. It hurt pretty bad." Bethany said,
evenly. "But Noriko wanted to watch him do it, so I tried to be good
and hold still for him. See my ear?" Bethany brushed back her hair to
reveal the two large holes in the cartilage of the ear. "Noriko's had
some changes made, though they don't usually show. She's got fangs,
that's how she made those."

"Ouch." Kita winced. "Didn't that _hurt_?"

"You wouldn't believe how much it hurt. But it turned me on, too -- I
was totally helpless, I couldn't stop her, she could do anything she
wanted. It's not just pain though, she's made me give N'gath'tu a
blowjob."

Kita looked at Bethany curiously; she couldn't imagine a blowjob being
something that would make the blonde blush, given the topic of
conversation. "Why do I get the feeling you aren't telling me
something?"

"Oh god," Bethany muttered. "Has anyone ever told you you are too
smart for your own good?"

"All the time. C'mon, spill."

"Well, see, the one she had me suck the first time was built
like...um. Well. A horse. Literally."

Kita's eyes widened. "A horse?"

Bethany nodded. "A horse. It barely fit in my mouth, and there was a
lot of, um. Stuff. You know."

"You mean, when it....." Kita blushed.

"Yeah."

"Wow."

"Yeah. I was _totally_ embarrassed....but it was _so_ fuckin' hot."

"I still don't see what you think is going to shock me, though. I
mean, I already knew about the demon, and I'm not sure that it's any
kinkier if he's not shaped like a human everywhere."

"Well...there's one other thing she's done. It's...well, she's used my
mouth."

Kita laughed. "I kinda assumed you'd eaten her, Bethany. That's not
exactly something that's gonna freak me out."

"No, not like that. I mean like, um, when she needs to piss." Bethany
kept her eyes on the road, not daring to glance over at the younger
girl.

"You mean she's...pissed in your mouth? _Gross_!" said Kita. Bethany
flinched. Kita didn't miss the older girl's reaction. "I don't mean
you or her, Bethany. But didn't it taste, like, totally disgusting? I
mean, I think I'd throw up."

Bethany relaxed, not having realized she was tense, once she realized
that Kita wasn't condemning her. "It's not as bad as you'd think. I,
um, kinda like the taste, actually. It's not great, but..." She
blushed. "I _really_ like doing it."

"Wow. That's...weird. I don't know what to say. I guess, if you like
it, though, it's ok."

"I do. But, Kita, I want you to understand something. Even if I
_didn't_ like doing it, I would. I'll do whatever Noriko wants. I'll
be honest, I don't like cocks. I think I'm a lesbian. But I still
sucked off N'gath'tu -- and it turned me on. Doing something I
wouldn't have done, I mean. I liked being forced."

"Oh. Well, I don't think you or Noriko are disgusting or bad or
anything, Bethany. I'm not sure what I _do_ think of all this -- I
mean, I'd never even considered the idea of pissing in someone's mouth
-- but I actually think you are a very nice person."

"You do?" Bethany blushed.

"Yeah."

"Well, thanks. I don't really agree with you, but I'm trying."

"I think you are doing a good job." Kita smiled at her.

"Thanks." Bethany maneuvered into a parking lot. "Say, do you think
you'd be interested in the pissing thing?"

"Eww." Kita wrinkled her nose. "No, I really don't think I want to do
that. I think the taste would make me sick."

"Actually, I meant from the other end. If you wanted, I'd love to
kneel between your legs and serve you like that."

"I, uh..." Kita didn't know what to say.

"It's ok if you don't want to. But if you decide you do, just ask
Noriko -- she has to give her permission for anything like that."

"Oh. Ok." Kita looked around. "Where are we?"

"This is a little boutique I know, they have the most _beautiful_
dresses."

"Oh, you're getting a new dress?"

"Nope." Bethany grinned at the confused look on Kita's face. "You
are."

"I am? But, um, I don't have enough money to buy a new dress."

"That's fine, because you aren't paying for it." Bethany
sobered. "Kita, my dad's really wealthy. Really wealthy. I've got
_plenty_ of money from my allowance, and I'd rather spend it on you
than me, ok? Please?"

"Well..." Kita wasn't sure.

"Fumiki thought it would be ok."

Kita nodded in agreement. "Ok. If it's ok by Sis, it's ok by me."


Kita stared at the house they drove up to. "Wow. You never told me you
lived in a mansion."

"I didn't think it was important." Bethany unbuckled her seatbelt,
turning to Kita. Taking the younger girl's hand, she said, "It's
not. Look, money's just money. People are what's important. Maybe I
see that clearer, because I didn't know it for so long. I just don't
want you to think of me differently because I have money, ok? It
doesn't make me better -- I can't think of many people I'm better
than."

"I'll try, Bethany. Just give me a while to get used to it, ok?"

"Ok. Come on in, you can get ready for dinner."

"Ok. Um, am I wearing the dress to dinner?"

"That's why we bought it."

They went inside, Bethany guiding Kita to a bedroom. To Kita's
surprise, she didn't leave, but rather began helping her undress.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm helping." Bethany smiled. "Do you have any idea what a romantic
your sister is? She told me to make sure you were completely pampered
tonight. She wants everything to be perfect."

"Wow." Kita smiled, a little uncertainly. "So what is going to happen
tonight?"

"Nope." Bethany shook her head. "Can't tell you. It's a surprise."

"Awww."

Bethany undressed Kita, then helped her put on her new dress. Once the
dress was on, she began brushing Kita's hair, slowly and
sensuously. "Close your eyes. Relax."

Kita closed her eyes and tilted her hair back, relaxing into the
feeling. 

"You should have your sister do this for you sometime. I think you'd
both like it."

"Mmm." Kita didn't respond further.

Once Kita's hair was done up properly, Bethany began applying her
makeup -- only tiny amounts, in strategic places. After she was done,
Kita couldn't tell _what_ she'd done -- but she looked better; older,
more mature. "Wow."

"I've learned a few things over the years." Bethany stepped back and
examined her handiwork. Kita's hair was brushed and pulled back into a
simple ponytail. The dress they had chosen was a pale lavender, off
the shoulder, with cap sleeves. Casting a critical eye over Kita, she
nodded. "You look beautiful -- just the way you should to lose your
virginity." 

Kita blushed. "Thanks."

"It's true. Now wait here while I see if they are ready for you."
Bethany disappeared for a few minutes, then returned. "Ok, dinner's
ready. Follow me."

Bethany escorted Kita to an elegant dining room. The younger girl's
first glimpse of the expansive room took her breath away, and as she
managed to regain it her glance fell on her sister, and she lost it
again.

Fumiki was wearing a strapless silver dress, which complimented her
figure perfectly. When she saw her sister, she smiled a touch
uncertainly. "Hello, Kita."

"Hello, Fumiki." Kita hesitated a moment. "This is beautiful."

And it was. The dim lighting meant that the highlights from the
candles were easily visible, the dancing shadows setting off the
lines of Fumiki's face dramatically. 

"I'm glad you think so." Fumiki hesitated. "I love you."

Kita walked around the table to her sister, bending down to give her a
gentle kiss. "I love you too, sister."

"You were supposed to sit across from me."

"I'd rather sit beside you."

"I'd love to have you beside me."

Kita pulled out a chair, turning it so that she could see her older
sister. Clasping her sister's hands between her own, she said, "I was
talking to Bethany this afternoon. I asked her how to love you,
because I was afraid I couldn't. She claimed not to know...but she
asked me some questions. Important questions. And I realized
something." 

She took a deep breath. "Fumiki, I love you. Not despite the fact that
you are my sister, but because you are my sister. You've always been
there for me when I needed you, always picked me up when I fell,
always raised my spirits when I was down. When I was hurting, you made
me feel better, and when I cried you comforted me."

Fumiki, my sister, I love you. I don't care what other people say, I
don't care what other people think. They don't matter. You matter. You
matter to me."  She took a deep breath. "Bethany asked me to describe
how I felt about you, and then she asked me to describe how I thought
I should feel about someone I was in love with. I felt like an
idiot. I don't know how I could have not realized how I felt about
you. I love you, and I'm in love with you."

Fumiki couldn't speak. Her eyes misted over, and despite all her best
efforts, she found herself crying. Somehow, Kita seemed to know what
her sister needed, and simply held her until she regained control of
herself.

"Damnit, Sis, this was supposed to be your night," Fumiki
sniffled. "You were supposed to be the one crying from happiness, not
me." She managed a smile. "Gods, I love you."

"I know." Kita pulled her chair over next to Fumiki, sitting as close
to her as possible. "I've made up my mind, Fumiki. I want to be with
you. It's not just sex -- I mean, I think that's gonna be great and
I'm really looking forward to it, but I'd be happy just with kisses
like last night."

Fumiki didn't know what to say. After struggling for words, she gave
up, and simply leaned over to kiss her sister.


Noriko looked up as Bethany walked into the kitchen, her smile fading
as she saw that Bethany was fighting back tears. "Is something wrong?
Are you ok?"

Bethany just dropped to her knees in front of Noriko, burying her face
in the smaller girl's shoulder, crying. "I want that."

"What?" Noriko was thoroughly confused, and more than a little
alarmed.

"They are so in love...I want that. I want that kind of love." Bethany
sniffled. "And I'll never have it."

Noriko wrapped her arms around the crying girl. "Why do you think
that?"

"Who could love me?" Bethany asked bitterly. "Who could want me? You
don't love me, I know." Her voice wasn't accusing, merely devoid of
hope. "Face it, Noriko. I can be a good slave, but I'm not the kind of
person someone loves."

Without thinking about it, Noriko shoved Bethany back, drew her arm
back, and slapped her. Her eyes sparkled angrily, taking on a golden
tint as the pupil began to stretch vertically. "I don't _ever_ want to
hear you say something like that again, Bethany. _Ever_. Do you
understand me? I thought we'd already had this discussion. You are
human, you are good, and you are loveable. I don't know if I love you
or not, yet. Our relationship is kinda odd and makes it hard to figure
out. But listen to me, now. It's not impossible for me to love you,
it's not even improbable, in fact I think it's quite likely that I'll
end up falling in love with you."

"But --"

"No buts, Bethany. You are truly sweet. The old Bethany is gone, and
she's never coming back. Trust me and N'gath'tu on that, if you can't
trust yourself. Going out of your way to make this night special for
Kita and Fumiki, pampering them like this -- that was proof, I
think. The 'Queen Bitch' would never have thought to take the time to
treat Kita the way you did. You made her feel beautiful and mature
tonight, for her first night as a woman."

"Don't put yourself down, ok, Bethany? You _are_ _not_ worthless or
evil or anything like that, and it hurts me to see you say that."

Bethany sat there for a while, her left hand tracing the red imprint
of Noriko's hand. "You really hit me hard there," she said quietly. As
Noriko started to apologize, she raised a hand and continued. "Not
just physically. Noriko, I can't see it. I really can't. But perhaps I
don't know what to look for, or maybe I'm too close to see it. I'll
take your word for it, mistress. I'll try not to hate myself, but it's
hard. I remember what I did too well."

"That wasn't you, Bethany. You are not the same person who did those
things. Remember that, if you need to. Now come on, we need to serve
supper."


When they carried the first dishes out to the dining room, Kita was
sitting on Fumiki's lap, kissing her so thoroughly that they didn't
notice the other girls until they'd made three trips.

"Oh, god, I didn't even see you. I'm sorry," Fumiki said, blushing.

Kita turned even redder than her sister, but she kept her arms around
the older girl and made no move to get off of her lap. "I guess we
were a little distracted."

Reaching out, Fumiki took a crab rangoon from the plate, feeding it to
her sister, who nibbled at it daintily, licking the last of the crumbs
from Fumiki's fingers. Stuffed mushrooms, cubes of cheese, and slices
of fruit also adorned the table, and the girls took turns feeding each
other. Observing, Noriko and Bethany smiled at each other, and did the
same.

The meal was punctuated with numerous giggles and kisses between the
couples; Noriko stole a kiss from Kita, and Kita one from Bethany, but
for the most part the sisters were too wrapped up in each other to pay
much attention to the other two. For their parts, Noriko and Bethany
were concentrating on each other fairly tightly; Bethany was, of
course, serving her mistress, and Noriko was enjoying being served.

At one point, watching Bethany place a cube of cheese between her lips
and lean over to offer it to Noriko, Kita shivered. Her sister noticed
her reaction, and when she looked back she found a strawberry between
Fumiki's lips.

While there was nothing harder than fruit juice to go with the food, by
the end of the meal all four were giggling and laughing as if the
juice had been strong wine. Smiling, Fumiki leaned over and gave Kita
a gentle kiss on the lips, taking her hand. "I think it's about time
for the next part of the night."

A flicker of uncertainty crossed Kita's face. "Next step?"

Fumiki nodded. "Follow us." She stood, helping her sister
stand. Slipping her arm around Kita's waist, they walked out of the
room. 

Kita couldn't help staring as they walked through the halls; the walls
were paneled in dark wood, the floor in a mosiac of various light
woods. Open doors provided glimpses into the rooms they walked
past. Brief sights of leather furniture with small crystal sculptures
on tables and shelves aroused Kita's curiosity. One room was full of
expensive computers, half a dozen monitors on a semicircular desk.

"Wow," Kita breathed.

"Yeah," Fumiki nodded. "It's something, isn't it? Wait'll you see
where we're going."

It took them a couple of minutes to reach their destination, and Kita
realized just how large the house truly was. She opened her mouth to
comment...and stopped, standing there in astonishment. The room they'd
stepped in was as large as Kita and Fumiki's living room, yet it was
still dominated by the large bathtub in the center. Six feet across,
four feet deep, it was filled with steaming water. An array of oils
and soaps ranged along the edges.

Fumiki smiled, pleased at her sister's reaction. "Time to take off
your dress, Sis." She ran her hands down Kita's back, caressing her,
as she unzipped and began to undress her. When Kita reached to help,
Fumiki stopped her. "Let me. You just relax and let your older sister
take care of you."

Smiling, Kita did as she was ordered. She had to admit it felt nice to
be pampered like this. When she stepped out of her dress, she heard a
strangled gasp from her sister, and turned to see a look of pure
desire on her face. 

"Gods, Kita, you are so beautiful," Fumiki said as her hands moved to
caress Kita's tiny breasts gently before sliding downward, caressing
the curve of her sister's hips as she slid the tiny lace panties down
her legs. As she knelt in front of her sister, she had to close her
eyes, visibly trembling as she fought to control herself.

Noriko and Bethany were already in the pool, watching the two sisters
with awe on their faces. The love between Fumiki and Kita was so
intense that Noriko almost felt she could see it shining in the air
around them, and Bethany imagined she could feel it radiating from
them like heat from a bonfire.

Kita reached down and took her sister by the hand, pulling her back
up. "My turn," she said, her eyes moist, as she began to undress her
sister. She licked her suddenly-dry lips as her sister's lace-covered
breasts came into view. Running a finger along the edge of the lace,
she traced the curve of Fumiki's breasts. Swallowing, she cupped them
gently, caressing them, before she slid her arms around her sister,
hugging her tightly with her face nestled between the mounds. Undoing
the hooks, she pulled the material down, feeling the fabric sliding
away between her face and her sister's breasts. The feel of her
sister's warm skin against her face sent a shudder down her spine, and
she took a deep breath as her hands moved hesitantly downwards to
caress Fumiki's ass.

Fumiki stood frozen, afraid to move, as she felt Kita's hands cup her
ass. She could feel the younger girl's breath against her skin, and
her nipples were so hard it was painful. Her breath came in ragged
gasps as she felt Kita's fingers slid under the waistband of her
panties, gently tugging them downwards. The feel of the silky material
sliding down her legs, followed by the soft skin of her sister's
hands, raised goosebumps starting at her hips, racing upwards and then
back down her arms. She shivered involuntarily.

Kita sat back on her heels, her eyes tracing her sister's body,
following the curves from her shoulders, to her breasts, to her
stomach, to her hips, to...she licked her lips slightly, leaning
forward a little involuntarily, as for the first time she really
looked at her sister's cunt. A small patch of neatly trimmed hair
trailed down to wispy strands framing pink, moist lips. As she
exhaled, she could see the hair quiver from her breath, and she
watched as the lips thickened and reddened slightly as more blood
flowed into them.

They stood like that for what seemed like hours, Kita leaning closer
and closer without realizing it, until her lips were almost brushing
her sister's moist folds, jerking back to herself when a stray strand
of hair tickled her nose, making her rock back on her heels.

Fumiki nearly died when she felt Kita's warm breath on her cunt, her
body involuntarily shivering. She watched her sister lean forward,
holding her breath as Kita's mouth drew closer. She could feel herself
getting wet, her cunt tingling as she forced herself to breathe. She
wanted badly to rock her hips forward, offering herself, but remained
motionless, afraid that if she moved Kita would stop. When her sister
suddenly jerked back, she let out an audible sob of frustration at
being denied what she wanted so badly.

Kita looked up at her sister, concerned, her breath catching in her
throat as she saw the naked desire on her sister's face. Standing, she
wrapped her arms around Fumiki, pressing her body against her sister
tightly. Pulling the taller girl's head down to hers, she kissed
Fumiki passionately, rubbing herself along her sister's body, feeling
the whimpers in Fumiki's throat. Breaking the kiss, she said hoarsely,
"Not just yet, darling sister. Later."

Not trusting herself to speak, Fumiki nodded, guiding Kita to the
pool, where Noriko and Bethany stood staring.

Blushing, Kita asked, "Um, why are you looking at us like that?"

It took Noriko several tries to find her voice. "My god. Do you two
have any idea just how hot you are? That was the hottest thing I've
ever seen, and you haven't done anything but kiss yet."

Bethany nodded. "I'm not sure we'll survive when you do...but I want
to be there."

Fumiki and Kita looked at each other, blushing. Fumiki opened her
mouth to speak, closed it, opened it again, and finally closed it
without saying a word, instead helping her sister into the steaming
hot water.

The three older girls gently bathed Kita, washing her hair and
conditioning it, rubbing her body with bath mitts, caressing her
gently. By the time they led her out of the bath, her eyes were
slightly glazed and her breath was coming quickly.

They rubbed her dry with soft towels, Fumiki paying special attention
to the area between her legs, while Noriko brushed out Kita's hair and
Bethany worked softly scented oils into her skin. Laying her on a
table, the three began massaging Kita, mixing caresses and kisses as
they massaged her until she was simultaneously relaxed, and vibrating
with tension. Finally Fumiki knelt down at the front of the table,
kissing her sister gently on the lips.

Looking into Kita's eyes, she asked, "Are you ready?"

Looking back, seeing the love shining from her sister's eyes, Kita
couldn't speak. Mutely, she nodded, and was surprised when the older
girl picked her up, carrying her out of the room.

Stopping just outside the door, Fumiki asked, "Are you certain you
want to? I mean, I don't want you to think you have to. You can say
the word and we'll stop."

Kita's eyes misted over. "You'd stop, now, after all the effort you've
put into the night? Oh, god, Fumiki, that's so wonderful....I love
you. And I don't want to stop." Wrapping her arms around Fumiki's
neck, she kissed her softly. "I want you to be involved in every
step. I want my cunt, my ass, and my mouth fucked, Sis, and I want you
to be the one guiding the cocks in. I want you to kiss me while both
of us are getting fucked, and I want to go down on you afterwards. I
want you to hold my head while I go down on Noriko and Bethany, and I
want you to...to..." Her voice trailed off and she blushed.

"What?"

"Um, it's something I read about that really turned me on...but I
couldn't ask you to do it. Never mind."

"Kita, I'll do anything you want. Anything. I don't care if other
people think it's disgusting or dirty, I'll do it if it turns you
on. What do you want me to do?"

Kita closed her eyes and said, "In one of the books I read, one of the
girls has a guy lick her ass. It really turned me on."

Fumiki bent down and whispered in Kita's ear, "Sis, I'd _love_ to lick
your ass. Why do you think I paid so much attention to it when we were
washing you?"

Kita blushed. "Oh, god. You've gotten me so turned on I'm dripping."
She bit her lip. "Could I lick yours while you lick mine?"

Fumiki's eyes fluttered, and she had to catch her breath. "Let's go on
in."

They paused for another long kiss, which led to another, and yet
another, and it wasn't until Fumiki was forced to put Kita down that
she opened the door to the demon's room.

Kita's first sight of the demon was something she could never
adequately describe. It was as if her brain couldn't properly
interpret what it was seeing, and so she had disconnected images: A
scaled tentacle that looked like a snake until just before the tip, a
black tentacle with a horse's cock on the end caressing Noriko's face,
a dozen smaller tentacles entwined in Bethany's hair, holding her
arched over backwards, a large tentacle around the blonde's waist
holding her up.

Noriko smiled at them, and the fact that she was outwardly the same
only served to highlight the metallic golden eyes and fangs. "I'm
afraid Bethany didn't think she could wait for you, so she's been
placed in a position where she didn't have a choice."

Kita stared in fascination; she could see Bethany's muscles straining
to arch her back further, and she couldn't understand why until she
noticed that the inside of the tentacle holding her waist up was
studded with sharp points. As Fumiki took her hand and led her across
the room, she looked around, wide-eyed.

Noriko gave the tentacle caressing her face a kiss, and sat up further
in the nest of tentacles supporting her. "Kita, before we go any
further, I want to tell you something. Bethany does not have the
option of saying no to anything I or N'gath'tu tell her to, but that
is because she is my slave, willingly. That does not apply to you. You
can do anything you want, and you can stop at anytime. If you want to
use Bethany's mouth for anything -- she told me about your
conversation this afternoon, feel free."

Kita nodded, distracted by the tentacles caressing Noriko's
legs. Fumiki looked at her sister oddly, and asked, "What
conversation?"

Kita blushed. "Oh. Bethany told me about how she liked to have Noriko,
um, piss in her mouth. She offered to let me."

Fumiki turned bright red. "Oh. Yeah. Are you going to let her?"

"I don't know. It sounds...interesting, but I don't want you to think
I'm sick or something."

Fumiki looked at her sister, taking both her hands in her own. "Kita,
I will never think you are sick, or disgusting, or anything like
that. You can tell me anything, ask me anything, and I'll do it. I
love you, do you understand? But..."

Kita looked nervous. "But what?"

"But I don't think I want you to piss in Bethany's mouth."

Kita sighed, relieved. "Oh, ok, no --"

"I think...maybe...I want you to piss in mine."

Kita stared at Fumiki in shock, not believing what she just
heard. "Why?"

Fumiki shrugged, looking down. "I don't know. It just seems
so...intimate, I guess. I mean, I can't imagine a closer connection to
someone than doing that for them, you know? But...it's ok. I don't
want you to unless you want to."

Kita blinked several times, trying to clear her head. "You want me to
piss in your mouth."

"If you want to." Fumiki said in a very small voice.

Kita bit her lip. "Let me think about it. I'm not sure about that sort
of thing."

Fumiki nodded. "Ok."

Kita smiled. "Now, I believe we were going to do something?"

Fumiki picked her sister up, asking the demon to make a place for her
sister. Lowering her into a shallow bowl made by coiled tentacles, she
kissed her sister gently on the lips. "I love you, Kita."

"I love you, Fumiki. Make love to your little sister now, please."

Fumiki began trailing little kisses along Kita's jawline, nibbling on
her ear. "I'd love to. Can Noriko and Bethany play too?"

Kita nodded. "Yes," she said, her voice hoarse, "but I want you to be
the first, and I want you to be the one guiding the demon into me."

Fumiki began kissing the back of Kita's neck, her hands caressing her
sister's shoulders, as Bethany and Noriko began to kiss up and down
Kita's legs, trailing kisses closer and closer to her cunt, never
quite reaching there.

Fumiki gently bit Kita's neck, causing her to moan, as she played with
Kita's nipples. Lifting her sister's head up slightly so she could
see, she whispered, "Look -- the demon's fucking them both ways at
once."

Kita lifted her hands up, dragging her sister's face around to hers
and giving her a hard kiss before looking her in the eyes. "Fumiki, if
you don't get down there and eat me, I'm going to either die, or tell
one of them to." She reached back and grasped her sister's waist,
urging her forward.

Fumiki began placing kisses along Kita's body, moving towards her
waist. When she finally reached her destination, she paused for a
moment and just looked at her sister's nearly hairless cunt,
memorizing the sight before lowering her mouth and beginning to place
gentle kisses on Kita's labia. 

Kita shuddered as for the first time in her life she felt a pair of
lips touch her cunt. She bucked her hips forward, wanting more, and
gasped. She became aware of a gentle scent as her lips parted, and she
opened her eyes to discover that Fumiki's downward progress had
resulted in her cunt being positioned directly above Kita's face. She
licked her lips nervously before making her decision.

Fumiki gasped in shock as she felt her sister's tongue on her
clit. After only a couple of swipes, she felt her muscles tensing, and
knew that she was going to come. She began to lick Kita's clit in
return, attempting to return the favor.

Noriko and Bethany kissed their way up Kita's side, stopping at her
breasts and paying special attention to her nipples. Kita gasped as
she felt Noriko's long tongue slip out and encircle her nipple, and
Bethany's warm mouth engulf the other. Her sister's tongue was sending
little electric shocks through her cunt, causing her to twitch her
hips instinctively. She felt a finger gently probing at the opening of
her cunt, slipping in until it was blocked from going further. 

Kita shuddered as the finger slipped in and out, her attention to
Fumiki's cunt getting lost somewhere in the haze of sensations she was
experiencing. The finger was joined by another, and then another, as
Noriko moved up and began whispering in Kita's ear.

"Wow. I wish you could see this -- your sister straddling you, her
nipples just barely brushing your stomach as she goes down on you, her
fingers sliding in and out of your cunt." 

Kita could feel the hot breath on her ear, causing her to shiver. She
whimpered slightly as the fingers were withdrawn, arching forward in a
vain attempt to recapture them.

"Your sister's got a cock for you, Kita. Don't you want your mouth on
her cunt when your cunt is filled with a cock for the very first
time?" Noriko's tongue reached out and ran along Fumiki's labia,
probing inside briefly before coiling down to tease insistently at
Kita's lips, slipping inside to deliver a taste of Fumiki's juices to
the younger girl.

Kita moaned, raising her head slightly to lick Fumiki with Noriko's
tongue still in her mouth. Noriko cradled her head in her hands,
supporting her so that she could reach her sister more easily and
twining her long, serpentine tongue around Kita's, flicking the tip
over Fumiki's clit.

Bethany had moved around behind them, laying flat on supporting
tentacles, her face pressed to Fumiki's ass. She spread Fumiki's
cheeks with her hand, and her soft, warm tongue began to lick and
tease at the sensitive rosebud this revealed. Her tongue pressed
insistently, sliding inside, fucking Fumiki's ass with her tongue.

Fumiki shuddered from the dual assault on her clit, and came when she
felt Bethany's tongue on her asshole. She lay there, quivering, as the
orgasm rolled though her, until the twitching of the tentacle in her
hand reminded her of what she was doing. Bringing it to her face, she
gently kissed and sucked it, getting it wet, before lowering it to the
base of her sister's cunt. "Be gentle, please," she whispered, almost
a prayer. 

Kita felt something pressing against the opening to her cunt, slowly
and insistently making it's way into her. She felt a stretching as
its motion was blocked, pulling uncomfortably tight, and felt a
strange sensation in her head.

**Kita, I am N'gath'tu. I will try not to hurt you.** There was an odd
hesitancy in the mental voice. **I apologize in advance if I do. I
have changed the tip into something like a knife, so that it will cut,
rather than tear. Noriko tells me this will make it less painful for
you.**

There was a brief, sharp sensation, as if she'd received a papercut,
and she felt her cunt stretching as the cock slid into it, filling her
in a way that her fantasies had never come near imagining. It burned,
but in a good way, and she moaned as her sister's tongue returned to
her clit, and redoubled her attack on Fumiki's clit.

Noriko unwrapped her tongue from Kita's, running it along the length
of Fumiki's cunt. She paused briefly at the tiny pisshole, the tip of
her tongue narrowing slightly and darting in a fraction of an inch,
teasing it, before continuing on its way. Reaching the opening to
Fumiki's cunt, her tongue danced around the opening, teasing, before
sliding inside. Noriko could feel her tongue elongate, extending so
that she could reach Fumiki's g-spot, running over it firmly.

Fumiki screamed as she licked Kita's clit, as the feeling on her
g-spot threw her over the edge into another orgasm, leaving her
shaking and shivering from aftershocks, until she had to beg them to
stop. The sensations were too intense for her to handle. Hearing her
sister whimper in protest, she turned around so that she could kiss
her. Taking Kita's head in her hands, she held it still as she kissed
her passionately. "Too much, sister. Too much for right now. Besides,
I want to crawl under there and lick your sweet little
asshole. Bethany was licking mine and it felt so nice -- so nasty and
dirty. Do you want me to lick your ass?"

Kita nodded as the cock in her cunt began to slide in and out. "Oh --
god -- yes. Lick my -- ass -- beloved." As Fumiki crawled around to a
position where she could reach it, Kita wrapped her arms around
Noriko's neck, pulling her down and kissing her hard. She could feel
the fangs cutting her lip, and she didn't care; she wanted _more_ of
everything. She was lost in a the feelings rushing through her
body. Then a soft, wet probing at her rear entrance sent sparks
through her body, throwing her into her first orgasm of the night. She
moaned into Noriko's mouth, feeling the serpentine tongue lapping at
the blood from the cuts the fangs had left.

Bethany began to kiss her way down Kita's body, her cunt aching with
need she knew wouldn't be satisfied until she was given permission to
do so herself. Reaching Kita's cunt, she began lapping gently at the
lips, teasing them apart with her tongue so that she could reach the
little red nub hiding beneath them. As she felt Kita start coming, she
wrapped her lips around her clit, sucking gently as her tongue
flickered around the tip.

Noriko shuddered as she tasted the blood on Kita's lips, the younger
girl's grip on her head smashing their lips together and causing
her to bleed more freely. She could feel her own lower lip splitting
when it slid over a fang, her blood mixing with Kita's, and slid a
hand down between her legs to rub her clit, the sensation being too
much to resist.

Fumiki knelt between her sister's legs, her tongue licking and probing
at Kita's asshole, her eyes glued to the cock sliding in and out of
Kita's cunt not two inches from her face. As she watched her sister
get fucked, her tongue pressed in, fucking Kita's ass. She could feel
the contractions of Kita's orgasm, making her asshole contract around
her tongue, as if it were trying to suck it in. Deciding her sister
was ready, she reached out and took one of the smaller tentacles,
kissing it gently before guiding it into her sister's ass. For a few
moments she just knelt in rapt fascination, watching the tentacles
fuck her sister.

Kita felt her ass being stretched as her sister guided the cock in,
feeling Fumiki's small hands holding it in position as it slid slowly
into her, stretching her to the point that it was almost painful, but
not quite. She could feel small ridges and bumps crossing the tight
ring of muscle, each one sending a jolt through her body. She was
right on the edge of coming again, but she couldn't quite get there;
every muscle in her body tensed to a point balanced between pain and
pleasure, as if her entire body was on the edge of cramping.

And then Noriko broke the kiss, and moved away. She opened her mouth
to protest, and Fumiki's mouth came down on hers irresistibly...and
she came, screaming into her sister's mouth, writhing so hard Bethany
was knocked to the ground. She shook and shuddered for what seemed
like hours before the wave passed, relaxing slightly, but still close
to the edge, wanting more. She opened her eyes to see Fumiki smiling
down at her.

"Ready for the last one?" Fumiki was holding a tentacle in her hand,
stroking it gently.

Kita nodded, parting her lips, as her sister guided the cock into her
mouth. She began sucking on it inexpertly, not certain what to do,
looking to her sister for guidance.

"Run your tongue around the head, like this," Fumiki said,
demonstrating with another tentacle. "Then suck on it as you slide it
into your mouth. Try to make your mouth feel like it's a cunt. Take as
much in as you can, but not so much you gag -- I'll teach you how to
deep throat later. Now start moving your mouth up and down, like
this." Fumiki demonstrated, closing her eyes and bobbing her head up
and down.

Kita attempted to duplicate the feat, feeling the soft, yeilding
texture of the head as it slid over her tongue, moving her head up and
down as she'd been shown, watching her sister. The sight of her sister
giving a blowjob only a few inches from her face made her cunt
tighten, pushing her towards another orgasm. She felt the cock in her
mouth twitch slightly, and then it was jerking, spurting cum into her
throat. She gagged slightly, trying to swallow, but some of it
escaped, dripping down her chin. 

The tentacles in her cunt and ass stiffened as well, and she could
feel hot liquid shooting into her, as she watched Fumiki hold the
tentacle she'd been sucking so that just the tip was in her mouth, and
saw a single drop of cum slip out of the corner of her mouth. When her
sister's tongue slipped out and licked it up, the sight pushed Kita
over the edge, triggering another orgasm. She slipped a hand between
her legs, rubbing her clit, as she came, arching her back and trying
to drive herself further down onto the tentacles filling her,
shuddering and trying to scream around the cock still in her mouth,
wave after wave of pleasure washing through her body. Her vision
narrowed, and the last thing she saw as she lost consciousness was her
sister's face.


When Kita regained consciousness, her sister wasn't immediately in
sight, but she could feel a tongue lapping at her empty cunt. Looking
down, she saw her sister licking her clean, her tongue lapping the
demon's cum from the opening of her cunt. Juices were smeared over
Fumiki's face, making it gleam wetly. Kita thought it was the most
beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Amazingly, she felt herself getting
turned on again by the thought of her sister eating her out when her
cunt was full of cum. Almost without volition, her hands slipped down,
brushing her sister's hair back so that she could see better...and
holding Fumiki's head in place. A sound from the left got her
attention; looking over, she saw Noriko sitting on Bethany's face,
grinding her cunt into the blonde's mouth, as her ass, mouth, and cunt
were filled with tentacles -- Kita's eyes widened as she saw that the
one in Noriko's ass was as big around as a baseball bat, and the one in
her mouth was sliding down her throat at least nine inches on each
downward movement of Noriko's head. 

She noticed that Bethany's cunt and ass were conspicuously free from
tentacles, but before she had time to wonder, Noriko raised up
slightly, and Kita heard a wet, liquid sound. It took her a second to
figure out what was happening, and then she realized; Noriko was
pissing in Bethany's mouth. The realization made her clutch Fumiki's
head even tighter; before she realized she'd made the decision, she'd
pulled her sister's head up slightly.

"Lick me there, sister, and I'll give you what you want. I'll piss in
your mouth."

Kita could feel her sister's tongue running softly over her pisshole,
teasing it in a way that was somehow incredibly erotic, even though
the feel wasn't directly sexual. Tangling one hand in her sister's
hair, she slid the other up to her clit, playing with it, as she got
closer to coming. She could feel the pressure of her full bladder, and
she tried to relax and let it flow into her sister's mouth. No matter
how hard she tried, however, she couldn't manage it; a small sound of
frustration escaped her lips as her fingers danced over her clit.

**Is something wrong?**

Kita wasn't sure how to reply, so she settled for attempting to think
very clearly -- as clearly as possible, given her current
condition. **I can't do it. I want to; she wants it, and I'd do
anything for her, but I _can't_.** She was near tears in
frustration. **I don't want to disappoint her. I want to be able to do
this, to show her how much I love her, to feel that deep of a
connection to her.**

**I can give you that, in exchange for all you have given me.**

Suddenly, Kita found herself in two places at once; in one, she was
rubbing her clit as her sister licked at her pisshole, and in the
other, she was lapping at her sister, hoping that her sister would
give her what she wanted, while two fingers slid in and out of her
cunt and ass. As she simultaneously felt her muscles relax and
felt the hot piss flowing in her mouth, she realized that somehow she
was feeling what her sister felt. She felt her sister come to the same
revelation, and their minds began to entwine together, to the point
that she couldn't tell where Kita ended and Fumiki began. Their orgasm
washed over them simultaneously, wiping out all sense of anything
except each other's mind and body, leaving them floating somewhere
where there was nothing but lips and breasts and cunts and ass and
love and joy and orgasm and....

Finally their bodies could take no more, and they slumped into
exhausted sleep, Noriko and Bethany laying there watching them in
stunned amazment. The two sisters had made love to the exclusion of
all else for over an hour -- and from all appearances, they had _come_
for the entire hour. Watching them, Noriko, Bethany, and N'gath'tu had
made love repeatedly, inspired over and over again.

Making her way to a standing position, Noriko stretched, reaching out
a hand for Bethany. "Let's get them in a bed. I think they are going
to be out of it for a while."

"Yeah. That was...something."

"Yeah."

**Before you leave, I need to speak to you, Bethany,** the demon
interjected. **I'm afraid that I was forced to modify your dwelling
slightly, when they began that amazing performance.**

**What did you do, and why?** Bethany asked, puzzled.

**You know that I feed off of the energy raised by sex. I can no more
refrain from doing so than you can from breathing. Bethany, Noriko,
you need to understand that in the past, I have been given entire
villages to take for my use. I have _never_ seen that kind of energy
before. Had I not created tunnels and caverns down into the rock under
your house, I would have been forced to expand within the house and
spill outside it; I can only hold so much energy without more of my
body being drawn from the plane in which it resides to this one, and
your dwelling could not have held all which was drawn through by
this.**

**I see. Well, as long as it isn't obvious, I guess it's ok. I guess
you didn't have much choice in the matter.** Bethany bent and scooped
up Fumiki. **But we should all probably sit down and have a talk soon,
to avoid surprises like this.**

Noriko effortlessly picked up Kita. **I think you're right. Soon. But
right now I just want some sleep.** She gave a caress to a nearby
tentacle. **Good night, lover.**

**Good night, Chosen.**