RahXephon Fan Fiction ❯ Compensation ❯ Additional Services ( Chapter 3 )

Compensation

 

By: A-Z Mark II

 

Notes: Don't own. Rated NC-17/X (depending on your preference)

 

Chapter 3: Additional Services

-

Megu stretched, yawning. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and stretched. Looking at the clock by her bed, she saw that it was almost eight in the morning. Sniffing, she smelled the faint smell of coffee, mixed ever so faintly with the scent of her sister's perfume. Twisting her hips to throw her legs over the edge of her bed, she yawned again.

“Megu, you up yet?” came the voice of her big sister, Haruka. Simultaneously, her door opened and Haru stepped in, two cups of coffee in her hand, dressed in a short, tight top and a pair of thin, sheer, waistband-less black capris. “Good. Hurry up and let's get going.” said the dark-haired woman to her lighter-haired sibling.

Megumi gave her sister a flat stare. “It's barely eight, sis!” she said, accepting the coffee. “You said we were just going shopping for clothes, right?” she asked petulantly. Haruka nodded.

“Yeah, so hurry up and get dressed!” she pressed her sister. Megumi set the cup of coffee down and grabbed the hem of her sleeping shirt, preparing to tug it off. She froze, realizing that her door was wide open.

“You wanna close the door, Haru?” she asked sarcastically. Haru frowned at her.

“Why?” she asked her younger sister. Megu blinked.

“Why? What if Ayato or Uncle comes by?” she asked. Haru shook her head.

“Ayato took off for TERRA about a half hour ago, and Uncle is out of town on business.” said Haru, absently checking out the stuff on her kid sister's dresser. Picking up a small bottle of perfume, she squinted at the tiny lettering on it. “You still wear this?” she asked, surprised. Megumi reached past her, plucking the bottle from her hand.

“Not really. Mind moving over some?” she asked, pulling on the top drawer of her dresser. Haruka moved over some so her sister could open the drawer. Plucking a pair of panties from the drawer, she stepped into them. “What did Ayato go to TERRA for?” wondered the younger woman, settling her panties.

Haru was giving her naked sister a thorough visual examination, and answered on automatic. “He said he had another of those tests of Itsuki's.” said the older woman. Her eyes worked from Megumi's crown to her toes, noting details as she went. “Hey, want to go somewhere special today?” she asked her sister.

“Special?” asked Megumi, reaching for her normal leisure-time outfit of her loose tube top and shorts. Haruka plucked the clothes out of her sister's hands. “What do you mean, `special'?” she wondered, seeing Haru grab one of her tee shirts and a miniskirt, handing the two items to her. Megumi sent her sister a half-glare as she dressed.

“Just a place I have been meaning to take you to for some time.” said Haruka easily. Megu picked up her cup of coffee as soon as she got her skirt zipped up and took a long pull from it.

“Whatever.” she said, reaching for her TERRA card, cell phone and some loose bills. “We ready now, or what?” she asked her sister. Haruka considered her sister for a moment before answering.

“Yeah.” she said. “Let's go.” As the two made their way down the stairs and outside, Megumi saw a car sitting at the base of the steps that lead from the access road to the house. Looking at Haruka, she saw that her sister had a small key stick in her hand.

“Since when do you have a car, sis?” she asked. Haruka didn't look at her.

“Since yesterday.” said the woman simply. “We're going to be getting a pretty good amount of stuff, and I don't want to walk back up that hill carrying it all.” she explained.

“So, you bought a car?” wondered Megu, beginning the descent to the car. Haru was just behind her.

“No. Leased a used one.” said the older sister. Elvy uses one from the same company, so it should be fine - besides, I might need a car before too long. she silently added. Megumi had a different thought in her head.

“So, where is the money for this shopping spree coming from?” she asked her sister suspiciously. “Did you get a raise?” she wondered. Haruka was silent as she wondered what and how to explain it to her sister.

“Something like that.” she evaded. “Don't worry; we have the funds.” she assured her sister. Megumi sniffed dismissively.

“Then it's your treat today, right?” she baited. Haruka swiftly evaluated the money situation. He said he would review requests, so… she reasoned.

“Yeah, sure.” she said, “On one condition, though, sis.” she stipulated. Megumi looked at her, her expression both suspicious and curious.

“That being?” she asked slowly. Haruka smiled at her.

“You have to wear some things that I pick out for you.” she said innocently.

-

Quon stepped through the door to the Commander's house. In her hands was her violin case, and as always, she was dressed in her maroon dress under her life module. Having been to Kunugi's house before on numerous occasions, she moved deeper into the house, through the living room, then the den, exiting the other side off the patio. On the rear deck, Commander Kunugi was sitting at his small table, a cup of coffee at his elbow, reading a paper.

“It is finished, yet incomplete.” said the woman without preamble. “It's song has no tune, and Quon cannot feel the meaning.” The man's slight flinch was not lost on her. “Was Quon's presence unanticipated this morning?” she wondered, her tone slightly teasing.

“No, I was just…thinking.” he said. “Join me for coffee?” he asked politely. Quon shook her head.

“I do not care for coffee.” she said. Commander Kunugi remembered something.

“Ah, you like tea.” he said, rising. “I believe there is some of that orange crème you had last time left.” he offered. Quon smiled.

“Thank you.” she said, setting her case on the small table. “Quon will prepare while you fix it.” she said. Kunugi moved to the kitchen, pausing to watch Quon withdraw her small stringed instrument. Holding it delicately and professionally in her hands, she closed her eyes and deftly touched each string, listening to the sound. He had learned that she could tune any instrument by ear far more precisely than any computer could. It was one of the reasons that she was so important to the Mulian research that her brother Itsuki was doing.

Since he had a pot of boiling water from his coffee ready, he had only to put the tea into the cup and let it sit for a few minutes before he returned, to find Quon standing at the edge of the deck, looking off toward TERRA headquarters. “Olin learns swiftly.” said the strange woman.

“Olin?” wondered Kunugi. “You mean Ayato? And what does he learn swiftly?” he asked her. She shook her head.

“Jin would not understand.” she said simply and bluntly. “Olin will understand - Quon will show him when the time is right.” she murmured softly.

“You tea is ready, Quon.” said the commander, setting her cup down next to her violin case. The woman turned to him and smiled.

“Thank you.” she said, moving back to the table and picking up the tea cup.

“Careful,” said Kunugi automatically, “it's hot.” Quon gave him another of her mysterious smiles.

“Yes, it is.” she agreed. For the next fifteen minutes, neither said anything, simply enjoying the morning. But, as they finished their cups, Quon picked up her violin, settling it on her shoulder. Looking at the man, she gave him an uncharacteristically serious look. “Are you prepared, Jin?” she asked him.

-

“Good morning, Kim.” came the voice of her superior, one Major Yagumo. The woman turned at smiled at him.

“Good morning, Souichi.” she said warmly. “Feeling mighty chipper, aren't you?” she teased him. The young major shrugged.

“Well, I got a good night's sleep.” he offered her. “And you?”

Kim considered that for a moment, her lips twitching into a smile. “Yeah,” she said happily, “I got a good night's sleep as well.” Waking up on my living room floor was unexpected, but it was still a good night. she reflected. The woman had awoken well past sunrise, feeling stiff from the floor and tender from the pounding she had gotten from Ayato the night before. She had discovered that oddly enough, she was still feeling warm and aroused as she showered, and even now, she was at a simmer sexually. Well, he is the best lover I have ever had. she reasoned.

“I'm glad to hear that, Kim.” said the young man. “I meant to give this to you yesterday.” he said, offering her a small box. “I got hung up though, so I missed out on giving it to you on your birthday.” he admitted. Kim accepted the gift.

“No problem, Souichi.” she assured him. “What did you do with that reporter, anyway?” she wondered, easing the box open.

“I didn't throw him in the bay, if that's what you mean!” laughed the young man. “He went over to Nirai to look for some spots to hang out while he was here.” he said. “You know, I'm still not sure why we have to baby sit some reporter, but the Commander said to, so I guess we are stuck with him.” he shrugged. Kim nodded, blinking as she saw a very nice pair of earrings in the small box.

Seeing her blink, Souichi spoke up. “I…hope you like them.” he said, his voice a lot softer. “You don't mind me being presumptuous in giving you that, do you?” he worried. Kim forced her mind back into gear.

“No! I'm flattered!” she assured him. “These are very nice, Souichi.” she added, giving him a brief hug. Souichi had to fight to keep his voice even.

“Well, would you accept my invitation to dinner this evening?” he asked her. Kim slowly nodded.

“Sure.” she agreed. I think Ayato said something about being out with Haru or Megu. I better check, just to be sure. she mentally noted. “What time?” she asked the young man.

“Would eight o'clock be good for you?” he asked her. Once more, Kim smiled.

“Should be fine.” she agreed. “Where do you want to meet?” she wondered.

-

Sayoko, breathing heavy, was currently straddling Ayato's lap, her top open and her skirt pushed up around her hips. The two had stepped into her office, and before they knew it, he was sitting in a chair and she was trying to strangle him with her tongue. Not that Ayato minded; Sayoko was always such a willing and enthusiastic lover.

Right now, his hands were on her breasts, massaging the large mounds of warm, supple flesh. When he had first touched her, he had discovered that she was already hot and ready, her nipples hard and her groin soaked. Ayato was more than happy to cut the normal foreplay short. I would have thought that last night with Kim would have been enough for me, but when Sayoko-chan is like this…! he thought, feeling his dick throb against her hot, wet pussy.

“Sa-chan,” he managed, breaking her ardent kiss, “how about we move along?” he suggested. Immediately, Sayoko grabbed her top, throwing it off almost angrily, revealing a strapless, almost cup-less bra, which she swiftly unsnapped and flung aside. Kicking herself back, she jerked her skirt off without bothering to unzip it and grabbed her small, delicate panties, tearing them off rather than stepping out of them. Ayato felt himself grin. “Horny?” he teased her.

“For you, always.” she purred, her hands at his waist, busy with his pants button and zipper. Ayato stroked her cheek fondly. Feeling her successfully unzip his pants, he raised himself enough for her to tug his pants down to mid-thigh. Seeing his hard meat tenting his boxers, Sayoko licked her lips, swallowing a sudden mouthful of drool. “That looks good, Ayato.” she husked, reverently touching him through his shorts.

“Say-chan.” he moaned. “Shouldn't you be touching me directly?” he suggested. Nanamori had no objection to that, of course, and eagerly tugged his boxers down to free his tool. Without hesitation, she engulfed his member, sucking him into her mouth to the root. Ayato closed his eyes, sighing happily. Kami! She's good at this! he thought deliriously.

With his thick, hard length in her throat, Sayoko felt her first orgasm of the session rip through her. Devotedly, she pumped him with her mouth. Grabbing his hands with her own, she guided his hands to her head, settling one at each temple. Once she felt his fingers take a grip on her hair, she wrapped her arms around his legs and increased her pace, needing him to flood her mouth and throat with his cum. While in his presence, the term `cum slut' was not even close to her mental state.

Having let her guide his hands to her head, he decided to take advantage of that. Getting a firm grip, he took control of her movements, pushing as deeply into her as he could, and holding himself still in her throat for as long as his control held. Sayoko's face turned red as his tip cut off her air supply, but she would rather pass out or choke to death than have him remove his tool from her mouth. Well, it's ok if he wants to move it into my pussy or ass! she thought sloppily. It's all good as long as he is in me!

Ayato felt his nut sack begin to tighten. “Say-chan, here it comes!” he grunted, slamming into her mouth faster and faster. Drool covered most of the woman's face and dripped onto her breasts and belly, but she couldn't be happier, knowing she was about to get her treat. Curling her lips over her teeth, she buried her nose in his pubic hair, the tickling sensation in her mouth and throat telling her he was about to feed her.

When she pushed her face into his crotch, Ayato knew he was out of control. Holding her to him, he arched his back, lifting his hips as he blew, jamming Sayoko's throat with his cum. With each successive wave of hot, thick goo, Sayoko made soft, smothered sounds of pure bliss. When the last of his cum had left him, he tiredly pushed her head off his dick. Even as his half-softened length slid free, Sayoko was sucking and licking at it like a kid does a popsicle stick with the last bits of frozen treat on it. When his tip slid free, there was a wet, erotic pop! sound.

Sitting back on her haunches, Sayoko tilted her head back, bringing her fingers up to collect the cum and drool that had escaped her lips during her blowjob even as her pink tongue sinuously cleaned every last trace of his gift from her lush, full lips. Eyes closed, she slowly licked her fingers clean as she methodically collected and consumed every bit of escaped cum. Soft, passionate sounds accompanied each mouthful.

Watching her, Ayato could feel his lust rising again. Sayoko was just so happily sexy, it drove him crazy. He had wondered on occasion if there was something wrong with her. But Kim seemed to be really into fucking, too. he reasoned. Maybe the time lag has more effects than I thought. he mused. Remembering the young bridge operator, his dick twitched. Between Sayoko and Kim, I'm beginning to see the good side of TERRA for a change! And really, Megu and Haru aren't as bad as I had thought. he admitted. Unbidden, his mind recalled an image of Megu running in the rain in that tube top of hers and of Haru in the changing booth. His dick snapped erect. “Wonder if she'd be interested?” he mumbled.

“What?” came Sayoko's curious, warm voice. “Would who be interested?” she wondered idly. Spying his hard dick, she leered at it. “Mmm. For me?” she breathed reverently. Standing shakily, she moved toward him. Ayato opened his arms as she carefully straddled his hips again, easing down onto his erection. Ayato felt his tip part her hot, slick lips and sink into her volcanic passage. Looping her arms around his neck, she grinned happily as she hooked her legs around his hips and the chair, her weight sealing his length in her.

Ayato easily wrapped his arms around her chest, drawing her in, molding her full breasts to his chest as he kissed her neck. As she bounced slightly and rotated her hips on his dick, he realized something that he hadn't noticed before. Taking in a heated breath, his nose by the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he realized that her perfume and the scent of her cum complimented each other nicely. Kind of musky, but she smells great! he marveled, feeling her silken grip on his member. Trailing a hand down her back, he grabbed a shapely ass cheek and squeezed it, earning him a breathless rattle.

“Do you…” panted Sayoko, teetering on the brink of a large orgasm, “want to…try something?” she asked him, her eyes completely clouded with lust. Ayato wondered what she might have in mind.

“Sure, if you want to.” he said. Sayoko nodded jerkily as she tried to stand. Her legs weren't cooperating, though, so it took her a couple of tries before she succeeded at standing. Ayato watched as she turned around.

Slowly, she eased back down onto his lap. For a moment, Ayato thought that she was going to simply pick up where she had started, but when her hand captured his slick pole and moved it back between her butt cheeks, he gasped. “Say-chan…!” he gaped at her. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she smiled wantonly.

“You'll like this, Ayato-kun.” she promised him, wiggling her hips. Ayato felt his tip press against her puckered rear door. Spreading her feet a little more, she worked on finding the right balance. “Hold my chest, Ayato?” she asked him. Obliging her, he reached under her arms and took a full breast in each hand. With her balance secure, she could concentrate on what she wanted - that being his dick in her ass.

Feeling the wide, spongy tip center itself in her passage, she took a deep breath and let her weight slowly drive him into her. It's a good thing that I prepared for this. she thought, feeling herself begin to open. It's also good that he makes me so wet! she thought smugly as she felt his cum-coated, slick-as-snot rod begin to enter her back door. Sayoko and Ayato both gasped when his crown finally popped inside her ring of muscle.

Feeling the tight, hot grip of her ass, Ayato took in a shuddering gasp. The novelty of the whole thing was making it hard to control himself. She's actually letting me do her ass! he thought. While not obsessed with it like some guys he knew, those hentai movies and anime he had seen on occasion had planted the seed there, and now, he was getting to do it with a woman who seemed entirely willing to try anything. Closing his eyes, he began to hum. If Sayoko had been enjoying it before, she found out that she didn't know what enjoyment was.

By the time that he filled her bowels with his second load, she was beyond thought. She was even beyond instinct, really. The woman was a ball of orgasmic energy, her eyes rolled up in her head, drooling happily as a baby. As Ayato's strength waned, she slowly slipped from his weakened grip, slumping to the floor face down and unconscious. For several minutes, only the young man's panting could be heard. Eventually, though, he recovered and began to clean himself up before turning to Sayoko.

-

Megumi was looking around, a faint hint of color on her cheeks as Haruka casually perused the selections in a high-end lingerie shop. Megumi had never been in a shop like this before, though it was clear that Haruka had from both her calm demeanor and certain items in her underwear drawer. But watching her carefully study the panties and bras and teddies, Megumi found that the items she had thought were racy were nothing. “Haru, what are we doing in here?” she asked, her voice low and strained.

Turning to smile at Megumi, who was clearly uncomfortable in the shop, Haruka answered her kid sister. “We're buying clothes, of course! What else would you do in a clothing store, Megu?” Megumi grimaced at her tone.

“You know what I mean, Haru!” she hissed angrily. Haruka's smile faltered slightly, becoming more thoughtful.

“I thought you might be ready to upgrade your look, that's all.” said the older sister, absently toying with a pair of small, sheer thong panties. “You are filling out a lot, Megu, and I felt you might be ready to move to more…mature clothes.” she paused. “Of course, if you prefer to say with plain cotton panties, I certainly won't force you.” she added. Megumi's eyes narrowed.

“Is there something wrong with my underwear?” she asked her sister crisply.

“No, of course not!” denied Haru. “Simple cotton panties are very functional if you don't mind looking like a first-year junior high schoolgirl.” she sniped. Megumi bared her teeth.

“Haruka, if you…!” she began, but Haru interrupted her.

“Well, I guess I was rushing you a bit.” she said, turning back to the table of tiny panties. “Guess you aren't comfortable with sexy clothes.” she mumbled. Megumi clenched her jaw.

“I suppose you have a point.” gritted the younger sister. “Do they have some in…” Haruka's hand filled her vision, a pair of panties folded on her palm. Megumi couldn't help but notice that the folded panties didn't come close to covering her palm, either. Megumi looked at her sister to find her smiling at her encouragingly. “Oh, that would be great!” she said sarcastically, “If I needed an eye patch, that is!” Haruka actually laughed at her.

“They are more comfortable than the ones you have now, Megu, I promise.” she said seriously. Sighing, Megu took the folded panties and spread them out to look them over.

“This looks too small.” she noted. Haruka shook her head.

“They aren't.” she replied confidently.

“How would you know?” muttered Megu. She didn't mean for her sister to hear that, but Haruka caught it.

“Because I know your sizes.” said the older sister simply. Megumi's eyes went back to the patch of cloth pretending to be a pair of panties. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the sales lady approaching them.

“You deal with her.” said Megumi, stepping toward the changing room. Haruka grabbed her arm, pausing her.

“Try these as well.” she said, pressing a fistful of items into her arms before gently shoving her on her way. Entering the changing room, she drew the curtain as the sales girl stopped in front of Haru.

“Haruka, so good to see you again!” said the girl happily. Megumi tuned the conversation out in favor of sorting out the items her sister had pushed into her arms. After a few moments of sorting and organizing, she found that she had more pairs of panties, bras, teddies and camisoles in the changing room with her than in her underwear drawer at home. Slowly, she looked the selections over.

They look…mature, admitted the teen. Picking up a pair of soft lace and silk panties, she traced the cut, imagining them on herself. Why imagine? she argued, setting the panties down and reaching for the zipper on her miniskirt. Swiftly stepping out of her skirt and panties, she studied the new pair one more time before carefully slipping into them. Settling them, she turned to the mirror that was one wall of the curtained room.

Seeing herself in the minimal underwear, she blushed. Oh my GOD! she thought, her face on fire, You can see everything in these! After a few more moments, she began to turn this way and that, studying her reflection from different angles. It doesn't look that bad from this angle. she thought, twisting around for a view of the rear. I don't see what there is to get worked up about - they aren't that different from my normal panties, after all! she decided. “Think I'll keep this pair.” she murmured, slowly skinning the panties off her. Glancing at the small tag, her eyes widened at the price. God! How can they charge that for so little material?! she gasped silently.

Her sticker shock was interrupted by Haruka. “How's it going, sis?” asked the dark-haired woman, slipping into the relatively spacious booth.

“Haru!” complained Megumi, “I'm changing in here!” Haruka shrugged.

“So what? We're sisters, after all, and it's not like we have never seen each other naked before, right?” reasoned Haruka. “Besides, I thought you might want a second opinion on some of those.” A pause, then the older woman went on. “And I didn't know if you knew how to put some of those on.” she smiled. Megumi gave a short grunt.

“Suit yourself.” she said, reaching for another pair of panties. Behind her, Haruka set down a few items of her own and swiftly stripped before selecting the first item she wanted to try on. For several minutes, the two tried on their selections, occasionally offering each other opinions.

Once the last of their selections had been tried on, the two silently perused the items. “Are you going to keep any?” wondered Haruka, having decided to buy all the ones in her stack. Megumi considered that question. It's not like I can afford all this, but they look good on me. Her memory had a suggestion about the cost.

“You said it was your treat, right?” asked Megumi, glancing at her sister. She's so much taller than me! thought the younger sister, watching as Haruka slowly re-dressed in her street clothes. And her chest and hips are bigger than mine, too! she thought, almost resentfully. Am I ever going to catch up to her?!

With her bra settled, Haruka grabbed her lace panties and stepped into them. “Yeah, Megu.” she confirmed, “Today it's on me.” Megumi watched as Haruka settled her panties before slipping into her skirt and top.

“I'll take them all.” she said softly, looking at the sizeable collection before her. Not hearing a reaction from Haruka, she peeked over at her, and was shocked to find a wide, warm smile on Haru's face. “You ok, sis?” she wondered.

“Perfectly fine, Megu!” purred Haru, impulsively pulling her still-naked sister into a hug. “Well, ready to go?” asked the older sister a few moments later as she released the surprised younger sibling. Megumi blinked at her.

“Do I look ready?! I'm still naked, Haru!” she hissed softly. “And go where, exactly?” she wondered. Haru smiled wider.

“Some place I think you will like.” replied the older sister, handing the shorter one her panties.

Once the sisters had purchased their items, Haruka had driven the two of them to a small shop, and once inside, Megumi had identified it as a spa. Before she could wonder how her usually rough-and-tumble sister had come to be familiar with a place like this, she and her big sister were sitting side by side as stylists worked on their hair. As they were being trimmed, shampooed and rinsed, manicurists were tending to their nails, and after that, Megumi got her first pedicure.

After they were finished, the two were led into the next room, where Megumi found two massage tables side by side. As she and her sister stripped and got comfortable, she began to wonder just what was going on. Haru had been spending a lot of money, and while she and her sister were close, they didn't usually do things like shop together or go to the spa together. Megumi began to wonder what Haruka was really up to.

Once they were done with the massages, Haruka took her to a nice restaurant for lunch, and then it was back to the shopping. Over the course of the afternoon, Megumi managed to get a completely new wardrobe, most of it in tune with her new underwear. Several times during the afternoon, Megumi had wondered what was going on. When they finally called it done in early evening, the two headed for home, hoping that Ayato would be there to give them a hand getting everything carried up to the house from the parking spot at the base of the stairs.

As soon as Haru started up the long drive to their house, Megu spoke up. “Haru, what is going on?” she asked flat out.

“What do you mean, Megu?” asked Haruka. She had been humming that old tune she listened to so often that Megumi could hum it herself, and the question had interrupted her. With her elbow, Megu rustled the mountain of packages and bags from the two sisters' shopping spree.

“I mean this, sis!” she said, her tone direct.

“Can't a girl be nice to her kid sister sometimes?” asked Haruka, trying for a hurt, innocent tone. Megumi knew her too well to fall for it.

“Not you, and not us, sis.” said the girl. “What gives?” she wondered. Seeing Haruka's mood darken at the question, she felt a stab of worry in her chest. “You're not…sick are you?” she breathed apprehensively. She knew that Haruka's job often put her in places where no one should be, and it worried her that she might lose her on some mission. What if she got irradiated during Operation Overlord? Or what if the Mu did something to her? worried Megumi.

“It's nothing like that, Megu.” soothed Haruka, catching onto the worry in Megumi's eyes. “It's sort of related to TERRA.” she evaded. Megumi wondered blankly what she was talking about. Suddenly, she remembered Yagumo's orders about Ayato.

“Well, if that's the case, then it's fine.” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. She is probably just trying to get Ayato to like her again after that initial misunderstanding. she reasoned. Funny thing is, he seems to like us just fine already. Oh well; what she doesn't know won't hurt her. dismissed Megumi. Haruka was thinking along similar, but vastly different lines.

“Hey, Haru?” Megumi interrupted her thoughts, “Next weekend is a holiday weekend, right?” she asked. After an instant of reviewing the calendar, Haruka nodded. “Well, since we are off then, want to go to the beach together?” asked Megumi. “We can break in our new suits, and I think Kim was saying she wanted to go to the beach, so we could ask her to go with us.” suggested Megumi.

“We should invite Ayato, too.” said Haruka. Megumi gave her a look that clear said that Haruka was being stupid.

“Well of course he's going! I already said `us', didn't I?” asked the girl petulantly. Haruka looked over at her sister, her eyes a bit surprised. Megumi quirked an eyebrow at her. “Well, it's that TERRA stuff, right?” she asked. Haruka slowly nodded.

“Y…yeah.” she said. Megu can't mean…! she thought, dazed. But she seemed to know exactly what is going on. Maybe Kim told her? That's got to be it. She felt guilty as a weight was lifted from her chest. At least now I don't have to try to sell this to her. I mean, I think she would like being with Ayato, but how would I ask her to sleep with him - never mind order her to if necessary? Thank you, Kim! I owe you one! she thought, relieved. “Sounds like a plan, Megu.” she said.

When the two reached the parking spot at the base of the steps to the house, they spotted Ayato at the window to his room, looking out over the bay, his arms extended to the side, apparently painting again. “Looks like our pack mule is home.” smiled Megumi.

“He's not a pack mule, you know.” noted Haruka - though she, too, was smiling evilly. Megumi shrugged the observation off.

“Carrying our bags up in exchange for seeing us in our new bathing suits is a bargain for him!” sniffed the younger sister, exiting the car. Raising her voice, she called to Ayato. “Hey! Ayato! We need you down here now!” For an instant, Ayato looked like he might tell her to fuck off, but then, he shook his head, disappearing from the window. A few moments later, he appeared at the door to the house, a shirt and slacks stained with paint covering him.

“What now, Megu-chan?” he asked her, his tone irritated, but carrying an odd tone of anticipation in it.

-

The floating Dolem had been an unwelcome surprise to everyone, especially since it was mere days before Christmas. But, Ayato and RahXephon had managed to bring it down hard, and it seemed that all was once more well. With that in mind, Haruka made her way toward home, having just finished a quiet talk with Elvy.

The fighter wing captain had disobeyed orders and attacked the main body of the Dolem, getting trapped in the process. Ayato had gotten snared when he tried to get up there to rescue her, but with the unbelievable power of RahXephon at his command, he had managed to break himself and Elvy free. At the insistence of the UN observer, a freaky-looking man called Isshiki who gave her chills when she got near him, Elvy had been grounded for a week and had her pay docked. Not much more than a slap on the wrist, but Haruka felt she couldn't let Elvy take the heat without at least a private word of thanks for what she had tried to do up there.

It had surprised her to find that Elvy professionally jealous of the man and RahXephon, but personally liked him - maybe more than was called for. Either way, she had thanked her friend for being out in the field with him, and for helping him out as best she could. The darker-skinned pilot had almost called her on the carpet, telling her that it was her job to be there to support him and protect him since she had kidnapped him from Tokyo Jupiter and forced him to fight for TERRA. The taller woman had gone on to suggest that she should think about a transfer from Intelligence to Tactical so she could be where Ayato was.

She's right. thought Haruka, cranking her car and heading toward home. Megu should already be there, as well as Ayato. Tomorrow morning, I will submit my transfer request to Commander Kunugi personally. she decided. Besides, in Tactical, I can be with Ayato and Megu. Over the years, the older sister was aware that she had spent little time with her sister - even after the younger Shitow had joined TERRA as well. Haruka loved her sister without reservation, but her goal had been the same since that day twelve years before: Haruka was hell-bent on returning to Ayato's side.

“Dreams can be bitter sometimes.” she muttered to herself. Ayato was here now, but thanks to the circumstances and the Mulians, she was no closer to him than she had been before Operation Overlord. To him, I'm just Haruka Shitow - older woman and TERRA agent. Haruka Mishima is gone; not even he remembers me from before. Forcefully shoving that line of thought aside, she reviewed tomorrow's plans. We have the trip to the beach the day after, and Weather said that a good front was coming in, so it should be perfect beach conditions on the edge of the bay. The older Shitow girl smiled. I do my transfer in the morning, run papers till lunch, get the debriefing report from Itsuki in early afternoon, clean out my old desk in Intel and call it a day! Then, tomorrow, I go to the beach with Megu and Ayato. The woman smiled.

She and Megu had bought new swimsuits on their shopping trip. Each of them had, in fact, bought two new suits. For Megumi, it was her first bikini, though she also got a cut-out suit that was more like the one-piece suits she was used to. Haruka had selected a strapless thong number in sky blue with red trim, and a deep brown low-hip tube top with a thin neck tie. Megumi had a burnt orange cut out that was like a bikini connected by strips of cloth, and a traditional bikini in lime green. With a hook chest band and tie neck string complimenting the high-hipped bottoms, Haruka had to admit that her kid sister would draw any male's eyes. While I just want Ayato's eyes, thought the woman. Well, ok, so I want more than just his eyes! she amended her earlier thought.

That thought brought back to her mind a memory she had tried to purge from her mind since she learned that there was a way through the barrier two years ago. Why did I ever weaken to that extent? she wondered morosely. Even then, I knew that Ayato was the one I loved. It doesn't matter how many years the Mu steal from us - he is my boyfriend! And yet, I fell for Itsuki in university. How can I claim to be his when I cheat on him with someone I don't even love? she thought blackly.

“Too late to change the past now.” she snarled to herself. Even if it means sharing him, I will be by his side, supporting him, protecting him, and loving him! she vowed to herself. Moving onto the access road to her house, she pushed her past indiscretions from her mind in favor of planning. By the time that she had arrived at the foot of the stairs to her house, she had a plan in place. Getting out, she looked at the house and saw that the lights were on in the main room, Ayato's room and her Uncle's study. Smiling, the woman skipped up the stairs. There were things to be done, after all.

-

“Man, it's practically deserted!” exclaimed Megumi, looking over the clean white sand. Other than a few people a ways down the bay, they were the only ones on the beach.

“It's almost Christmas, Megu.” noted Haruka. “Most of the TERRA people who are off duty are going to see their relatives. The rest are either on duty or planning parties.” she explained. Megu made a face, though her sister couldn't see it, since Haru was behind the younger sister.

“I know that!” she muttered. “I'm not stupid, you know.” Tightening her grip on the plastic beach chair she was carrying, she moved onto the sand. “That looks like a good place.” she said forcefully, dumping her gear. “Come on, Ayato!” she called to the young man.

“Woof.” said the young man sarcastically as he moved past Haruka and Kim, carrying the two light tables and the large sand umbrella. Under one arm were two more of the beach chairs. As the male in the group, he had been tagged for pack mule duty.

“Say something, Ayato?” retorted Megu sharply.

“Of course not, Megu-chan.” he said blandly. Megumi tossed her head, indicating the sand at her feet.

“Well then, set up right here.” she directed. Ayato started to make a retort, but bit his lip instead.

“Megu, you're being a brat.” observed Haru. Other than a disdainful look, there was no reply from Megumi. No sooner than Ayato had put the tables and chairs out than Megumi, Kim and Haruka had dropped their beach bags into them, followed by their light covers. Ayato paused with his hands full of umbrella to watch them shed the light outer garments. Megumi was first, pulling off the hip-length wrap, revealing her bikini top. Kicking off her shorts, she dropped them into the chair. Ayato felt his dick stir as he realized that Megumi was more curvy and developed than her daily wear had led him to believe.

Shifting his eyes to Kim, he saw her tug off her large shirt to reveal a small black bikini. Ayato noticed that the top accented her modest breasts, and the bottoms were tight enough to make out her vaginal lips. They also sat low enough on her to let him see the top third of her butt. While they weren't a thong, they were narrow and thin at the back; much to his approval.

Lastly, he turned to look at Haruka as she kicked off her sandals and tugged the tie loose on her wrap. As the nearly-transparent material fell off her, he felt himself take a deep breath. Sky blue with red highlights, the thong strapless bikini seemed to be held on her body by the most tenuous means. Ayato knew his dick was tenting his swim trunks, but didn't care. He didn't notice that the girls had noticed.

-

Lunch had been good. Each of the girls had made a part of it, though he knew that Kim's share, at least, was deli-made. Megumi and Haruka had cooked meals for him before, and he thought that they had made their share by hand, as it was consistent with their normal meals. Ayato could have been eating frozen beef jerky and drinking stump water for all he cared, though. The constant breeze off the bay had made all the girls' nipples stand up. For some reason, he couldn't concentrate on anything but their near-naked forms.

As they relaxed and let the food digest, Kim oiled up and lay back for some sun, Megumi made a phone call, and Haruka pulled a compact laptop from her bag, booting it up and beginning to review reports. When her kid sister noticed this upon completing her call, she sighed. “Aren't you off today?” she asked her older sister.

“Of course! That's why I'm goofing off with you guys!” came the cheery reply. Ayato raised an eyebrow at her reply.

“That's not `goofing off', Haru.” he said softly.

“I thought you transferred to Tactical.” noted Kim, glancing at her friend. Haruka nodded.

“Yeah, but you still have to keep up, or you will be in trouble when a Dolem attacks.” she said seriously, tapping keys and scrolling the pages. “By the way, I meant to tell you that your work with the aria from that Dolem was really top-shelf.” she complimented Kim.

“Thanks.” said the Korean girl. “I hope all my assignments go that good.” she added softly. For an instant, Haruka froze, then recovered.

“Yeah. Me, too.” she seconded. Ayato wondered what they were talking about, but shrugged it off as unimportant. Deciding to do some light sketching, he freed his sketch pad and pencils, and began to sketch the edge of Kanai across the bay. Immersing himself in his work, he was surprised to hear Megu interrupt him.

“What are you sketching, Ayato?” she asked him, standing to his side, a cold can of soda in her hand. Ayato glanced at her, finding that from his seated position, he was looking at the top of her bikini bottoms. Letting his eyes drift south slightly, he found himself wondering if she shaved, or was bare.

“Just some sketching.” he said off-hand. Megumi took a swig from the can before she answered.

“If you ask nicely, I might model for you.” she half offered, half teased. Ayato drew breath to say `no thanks', but changed his mind at the last moment.

“But what if I want to sketch you nude?” he asked her innocently, a small smile on his lips. Both Kim and Haruka froze. Neither had expected that reply. Certainly, Megu hadn't expected it.

“N…nu…nude?!” she stuttered, blushing like a tomato.

“That's what I said.” replied Ayato reasonably. Next year's art class would have covered that anyway. he thought to himself. And I was looking forward to it, too! I had even planned to ask Asahina to model for me, too! he remembered. “What, too self-conscious?” he teased her, remembering Hiroko's words the morning of the attack that brought ruin to his life in Tokyo Jupiter.

“I…it's not like that!” sputtered Megumi.

“I'd do it.” offered Kim, smiling at him.

“So would I.” said Haruka softly.

“Wha…?” gaped Megumi. “You'd…? Naked?!” she yelled. Both Kim and Haruka nodded.

“Sure. Why not?” asked Haruka.

“You've seen his work, Megu. He's good. No, better than good; he's great.” agreed Kim. Megumi worked her mouth, but no sound came.

“I'll be the judge of that!” she snapped, grabbing his sketch book, intent on looking for nude sketches in his book. But as she snatched it away, she saw some crimson traces on his stomach. Never having seen his markings before, she forgot about the sketch book, posing nude and the unexpected thrill she felt when he asked her to pose nude. “Wow!” she exclaimed, pulling his shirt open with one hand to see more of the strange mark. “Are tattoos the rage in Tokyo Jupiter?” she wondered.

“I wouldn't know.” replied Ayato. “I've had these since I was born.”

“You too?!” exclaimed Megumi. Ayato gave her a sharp look.

“You have one too?” he asked her eagerly. Maybe Quon and I aren't the only ones with these things! Megumi's hand shot back to cover one ass cheek.

“No I don't! And you can't see it!” she screamed at him, throwing his sketchbook back at him, causing him to fall over into the sand as he tried to both shield himself from it and catch it. As Megumi ran into the surf, still yelling at him, Kim smiled.

“Not too shabby, Ayato.” she murmured. Raising her voice a little, she turned her head to see him setting the chair back upright and resuming his seat. “Ayato.” she called softly. When he looked at her, she winked at him. “Tell me when you want to sketch me nude.” she said, her tone warm and inviting.

“Same for me, Ayato.” seconded Haruka. Damn it! Kim's getting the jump on me again! she thought irritably.

“Thanks. I'll take you up on that sometime.” he promised the two. Resuming his sketching, he wondered if Megumi would agree to let him sketch her as well.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed before Megumi returned from her cool-off swim. When she did, she took another can of soda, and one for Ayato as well. Handing him the second can, she started to ask him if he had done any nude sketches before, but movement by the road distracted her. Seeing who it was, she warned the group at large. “Heads up, everyone. We have company.” she said.

Ayato felt a sense of irritation growing in him as Itsuki invited them to his Christmas get-together the following week, between Christmas and New Years day. His sense of irritation stemmed from Itsuki's focus on Haruka. He wasn't sure why it bothered him that he was so familiar with her, but it did.

As he walked back to Sayoko's car, Ayato made a pithy comment about him thinking he was Santa Claus. Kim noted that `Santa's Reindeer' looked like she was about to go postal, and looking closer at Sayoko, Ayato thought that Kim was right. Something had Sayoko worked up pretty good.

-

Sayoko fumed as she drove the two of them back to the research facility. It wasn't that she minded having a party. Likewise, it wasn't that she even minded inviting Haruka Shitow to that party. And it was with great anticipation that she had learned that Ayato would be on the guest list. No, her current bad mood was because of what had happened not two hours ago.

She had been working on her current research project when Itsuki had come in and asked her if she would give him her opinion of a gift. She had immediately agreed, and followed him to his office. Pulling a large white box from behind the desk, he had handed it to her and asked her what she thought of it as a woman. Opening the box, she had seen a breathtakingly beautiful evening gown in shiny black.

Pulling the dress out of the box, she held it up, seeing that it was designed to be tied behind the neck, with a close-fitting - but not tight - chest that flowed into a slim waistline before curving back out at the hips. There was no back to speak of, the material removed all the way to maybe a finger's width above the woman's ass. Backless - and how! she had thought, imagining the dress on her. It's most definitely for a woman with a full chest, and the size is right for me…oh! He's finally going to tell me how he feels! Or is this a reward for doing such a good job with Ayato? she wondered. Either way, this will look perfect on me! she thought.

She had smiled at him warmly and told him that any woman would be flattered to receive such a gift. Itsuki had seemed relieved. Sayoko had asked what had prompted him to get such a dress, and he had said that he was not so good with buying gifts for women. Nanamori had assured him that it was the thought that counted. Itsuki had smiled and said that in that case, Haruka should love the dress. It had taken all of Sayoko's control not to snarl at him.

Two hours later, she was still fuming about the whole thing. Where does he get off on asking me about a gift for Haruka?! she silently raged. I work my ass off for him, I do everything I can to help him; hell, I do everything he asks me to do with no questions! Why does he keep chasing that slut Shitow?! She can't be as good in bed as me! Why her?!?! Sayoko leaned on the horn as a slow-moving car held her up. Beside her, Itsuki was thinking about Haruka.

Ever since Ayato had come into the picture, Haruka had been even more distant than she had been since they broke up. While their little affair had been brief - a matter of months - it had been the best that he had ever felt. The Bahbem Foundation had been paying his tab, and he had lived in their ranks for as long as he could remember, but he had never felt as good as he did when he was with Haruka. And as his first lover, she had captivated him like no other.

He still didn't know exactly why she had suddenly broken it off. But, with him being called back to the main office of the Foundation, and Haruka off to join the military, he had thought at the time that it was just a case of them being separated. So, a few years later, when he found himself looking at Lieutenant Shitow, TERRA Intelligence, he had felt that it was fate that had brought them back together. But, instead of picking up where they had left off, she had maintained a politely distant relationship with him. All his attempts to get back with her had failed.

Hearing the increasingly-frequent horn of the car Sayoko was driving, he pushed thoughts of Haruka aside and slid a glance at the woman beside him at that moment. Sayoko was clearly pissed, but he wasn't concerned. At this point, the only one whose good humor had to be maintained was Ayato. And admittedly, Sayoko had been doing a lot to keep him happy.

His hand slipped into the pocket of his lab coat from habit. When they brushed a small, cool shape, he blinked. The crystal from the Mulian weapon that hit RahXephon! he remembered. If it's what I think it is, then we might be able to learn how they control the Dolems! His eyes once more slid to Sayoko. I suppose that it should be ok, since it probably won't work for a human anyway, and every experiment needs a subject.

He waited for them to reach the parking lot of the small facility that they ran before he touched her arm as she reached for the car door. When she looked at him, he leaned closer to her, feeling her shift to bring herself closer to him. “Sayoko,” he began, “I was going to wait until the party before I gave you this, but I just couldn't wait any longer.” he said, pulling the crystal out of his pocket. He had fitted it to a simple necklace, which made it look like a fancy but common jewelry item. “You have done so well working with me, and have shown such dedication that I felt you deserved this.” he said, fastening the necklace around her neck.

On the beach, the four people suddenly shivered as they felt the temperature fall drastically. To their astonishment - as well as the surprise of all the residents - snow began to fall for the first time in recorded history.

-

Ayato stood next to Quon in the main hall of the research facility as the party swirled around them. Quon was playing a piece of her own composition, and Ayato found it to be oddly compelling to his ear. Looking around the room, he spotted Haruka sitting on a couch, near the bar, nursing a drink.

Glancing behind her, he spotted Itsuki at the bar, with Sayoko next to him. I'm glad she is ok. he thought. He had been worried that she might have been hurt during his fight with the Dolem-possessed woman. Thanks to a display of a new power from RahXephon, he had managed to both destroy the Dolem, and to save her. She had thanked him, and promised him more intimate thanks when they had the chance.

Off to the side, at a table on a slightly-raised part of the floor, he spotted Kim and that Major Yagumo sitting together. Even as he watched, he saw Megu approach them. “Olin is happy.” said Quon, never missing a keystroke. He glanced at the woman.

“I am, I suppose.” he admitted. Quon sent him one of her odd smiled.

“Olin will be more so once he is in tune.” said the woman. Ayato decided to change topics.

“I meant to ask you, Quon,” he replied instead, “why weren't you at the tests earlier?” he wondered.

“Because I dislike the cold.” she replied, a smile on her lips. “Olin, however, is most warm.” she added. “Quon likes Olin.” she added, giggling softly. Before he could frame a reply to that, she spoke again. “Would Olin get me a drink?” she asked him.

“Sure.” he agreed. “Which…?” he began.

“The blue one.” said the woman, still playing. Ayato moved off to get Quon her drink. As he did so, Itsuki moved next to Haruka.

“Jealous?” he asked her. Haruka glanced at Quon.

“No. Are you?” she asked, her tone level and warm, yet unmistakably distant.

“I think I might be.” he admitted, surprising her.

-

Well, this certainly isn't what I had in mind. thought Ayato as he helped Megu and Haruka up the hill toward his home. He had been more or less planning on a bit of private time with Sayoko and/or Kim before heading home, but things had not worked out that way. Still, it seemed as if the two women were busy already, so he figured he might as well call it a night.

Besides, with two girls already in his arms, he really couldn't complain, now could he? Ayato smiled at that thought. True, Megumi was not exactly in his arms, but Haruka was. The older sister had had a bit too much to drink, and Megumi had somehow ended up with a glass of sake as well, so they were both more or less out of it now. Looking at the bright, clear sky, he took a deep breath. “This isn't so bad.” he murmured, thinking of the friends and family left behind in Tokyo Jupiter.

“What's not so bad?” came Megumi's voice. The girl was walking on her own, but needed a hand on his shoulder to maintain her balance. Haruka, however, was depending on him for motility as well as balance. Though she might be conscious, she was in no shape to walk on her own. So, her arm was over his shoulder, his right arm around her waist, and she was more or less leaning on him.

“Being here with you two.” replied the young man honestly. Megumi blinked at him.

“Well of course it's not bad being with two sexy women!” she retorted. Alcohol, it would seem, made her more aggressive in certain areas. “I was beginning to wonder if you even noticed my dress!” she added, frowning at her white dress. It was relatively tame, with a hem at mid thigh, a notch top that stopped just at the beginning of her cleavage and no sleeves. Ayato had thought more than once that it looked nice on her.

“I noticed.” he said easily. “I tried to tell you I liked it a few times, but you were always chasing Yagumo.” he explained. I would have liked to see him in something like Haru or Say-chan wore, though! he thought. Megumi glanced away from him at mention of the Major.

“Um, I guess.” she said. Why was Kim always there with him? I would have thought that she would have been mingling with sis or Ayato, but she never left his side long enough for me to tell him how I feel about him! she silently mused. Her thought were derailed by Ayato's voice. “Huh? Sorry, I was spacing out.” she said, looking back at him. He gave her a brief questioning look, but repeated what he had said before.

“I said, `Maybe you should see about getting an evening gown like Haru'.” he repeated. “You two would look really good in complimentary gowns.” he noted. Megumi looked at the slinky black number her sister was wearing, mentally comparing it to her own relatively modest dress.

“Maybe.” she murmured. Do I have enough chest to pull that look off, though? I might, if it wasn't a fitted top. And my legs are at least as good as her legs - if a little shorter. she grudgingly admitted. Being shorter than her sister made her somewhat self-conscious from time to time. “You just want to see what's under it.” she jabbed at Ayato weakly. Ayato considered his reply to that for an instant.

“Yes, I suppose I do.” he replied, looking at her. “Want to show me?” he asked her. Megumi blinked at him.

“Do I want to show you what I have on under my dress?” she asked, her mind not in top gear at the moment. “Pervert.” she muttered. Ayato shrugged.

“You're pretty, Megu.” he said honestly. “And you never did answer me about posing for me.” he noted. She's fun like this. he realized. Not that she wasn't fun other times as well, but right now, she was really fun. Kind of like Hiroko is. he thought.

“Like I'm going to pose naked for you.” she scoffed weakly. Ayato shrugged again. Remembering the immediate reply of Kim and Haru to that joking request, she peeked over at Ayato, currently looking at her sister. “I…might.” she said softly. Ayato snapped his head around to look at her, but she was looking over the ocean.

“Are you serious, Megu?” he asked her. Slowly, she nodded.

“But not tonight, Ayato.” she said quietly. Ayato nodded.

“Tell me when you are ready.” he said quietly, the three reaching the steps to the house. “For now, how about we call it a night?” he suggested. Megumi nodded.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” she said, looking at him, a smile on her lips. Ayato had this strange feeling in his chest that something had just profoundly changed between him and Megumi. What it was, he wasn't sure, but he knew as surely as the sun rose in the east that something had changed between them right then.

Some more or less unintelligible sounds from Haru brought their attention to the older sister. Looking at each other, the two silently agreed that should get the older woman in bed. Together, the two managed to get her upstairs without mishap. As they were getting her into her room, Megumi's lack of balance proved to be more than she had counted on, as she over-corrected and sent all three to the futon in a tangle of limbs and bodies.

Ayato ended up on top of Haruka, with Megumi lying against his back. The added weight - however negligible - of the younger sister pressed him tight to Haru's chest; it was actually pretty nice, he decided, feeling her breasts press into his chest. Blinking, the older woman seemed to gain some measure of alertness back. Seeing him above her, she leaned her head up and kissed him.

Ayato was caught off guard by the kiss, but quickly began to return it. It would have been more romantic if Megu hadn't of been trying to get off his back, and the two reluctantly broke the kiss. Reaching back to try and help Megumi get her feet under her, he accidentally touched a bare thigh. Other than a gasp, Megumi had little reaction to that. Swiftly orientating her limb, he helped her up, but not before he saw her skirt hike up enough to give him a peek at her lace panties. His dick hardened against Haruka's belly.

Pushing her skirt back down, a red-faced Megu turned for the door. “I…I'm going to bed.” she said, lurching out the door. Before Ayato could say anything, he heard her door close, leaving him with her older sister. Beneath him, Haruka stretched her arms over her head before reaching behind her neck and untying the top of her evening gown.

Ayato watched her pull the bow loose before shaking himself out of his trance and preparing to get off her. “You don't have to.” said the woman softly. Ayato felt his dick twitch at her words. “You can stay with me.” she said, tugging the top of her dress down with one hand, the other touching his cheek. “I…would like that a lot.” she whispered. Ayato looked at her bare breasts, the warm, brown areolas puffy with arousal.

Swallowing hard, he forced his dick away from her warm belly. “You're drunk, Haru.” he said softly, forcing his eyes to her eyes. “I think you should sleep on it.” he said, standing - though not without difficulty. “See if you still feel this way tomorrow.” he said, turning for the door. Haruka could clearly see his erection.

As the door to her room slid closed, tears began to fill her eyes before spilling down her cheeks. Damn it! Why didn't you stay, Ayato? she wondered despairingly. In his room, Ayato was wondering the same thing.

“Where is Say-chan or Kim when I need them?” he muttered, trying to get his clothes off over his rampant erection.

-

Itsuki managed to pull his lips from Sayoko's lips long enough to gasp for some air. “Sayoko…” he began. His assistant was not listening to him. Once the party had broken up, he had helped her to her house not to far from the institute, and the moment that he had gotten her in the door, she had turned to him and kissed him like Haruka used to during the height of their affair.

“Let me do the work, Itsuki-kun.” crooned Sayoko, feeling her panties grow damper as she reached down and caressed his semi-erect member. “I'll make you feel so good!” she promised before sealing her lips to his again. Itsuki blinked at her passionate behavior. Could this be a side effect of her possession by that Dolem? he wondered, her experienced touch swiftly bringing him to full hardness. Deciding to let her do what she wanted, he took her bare shoulders in his hands and pulled her close to him, his fingers going to work on the zipper to her strapless gown.

Feeling him unzip her dress, she smiled to herself. Finally! I can show him how much better I am for him than Shitow! she exalted. With his pants unzipped, she dove her hands into his fly and eagerly explored her prize. Hmm. He feels smaller than I had thought he would be. she thought analytically. Well, who cares? I'm sure he can use it perfectly! she reasoned. Stroking him with one hand, she used to other to begin to feverishly undress him as he did the same to her.

His job was very simple, really. Once the zipper on the back of her gown was unzipped, the dress slid off her, leaving her naked, save for a garter belt, a pair of silk stockings and some tiny panties. Unbidden, a memory of Haruka in a similar get-up sprang to mind. For the first time in more than two years, he found himself unbearably horny. Grabbing her panties, he began to tug them down.

Sayoko, meanwhile, was working on Itsuki's clothes. She had gotten the jacket off him, and the vest, and the shirt was coming along nicely. He's going to have me naked by the time I get this stupid shirt off him! thought the woman irritably. Releasing his dick for a moment, she grabbed his shirt and tore it open, ripping buttons off as she did so, before pushing it off his shoulders roughly. With the shirt dealt with, she once more seized his member with one hand, as the other set to work on his belt and pants button. Before long, they were undone and she was working on his briefs. I would have thought he would be a boxer guy. thought one part of her mind.

Using his fingertips, he pushed her hose down her legs, letting gravity do the rest as he felt her work his underwear over his erection. Her hand was furiously pumping his length, his pre-cum making it easy for her. “Sayoko.” he groaned. The drunk assistant smiled at him, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Want more?” she purred. “I'd be happy to!” she agreed without waiting for an answer. Slipping to her knees, she engulfed the tip of his dick in her wet mouth, working it like she did Ayato's, her tongue exploring the tip as she lightly sucked on it. Oh, that's nice! she thought happily. Not as nice as Ayato's, but nice! she added, moving her free hand to his balls and beginning to expertly massage them.

The sensation was too much for the doctor, and he felt his balls tighten. Gasping, he couldn't warn Sayoko that he was about to cum. Even if he had of, she probably wouldn't have cared. As it was, he simply grabbed her head and held her in place as he blew.

Sayoko was caught off guard by the sudden flood of cum in her mouth, but gulped it down anyway, blinking at the taste. Gah! This is really salty! And thick, too! she thought to herself, swallowing the nearly-mucus-thick spunk. Without thinking about it, she found herself comparing Itsuki's cum with Ayato's cum. Compared to Ayato, his is thick and nasty - kind of like snail juice, while Ayato's is like rich cream. she decided.

As he felt the last of his cum leave his dick, Itsuki relaxed a little, breathing heavy. While he expected Sayoko to stand - or at least, let his dick out of her mouth - she kept on working his tool with her talented mouth. Before he knew it, he was hard again. What is with this woman? he wondered. Several minutes later, she finally released his tool and shakily stood, grabbing his hand as she led him the short distance to the bedroom. Without preamble, she let herself fall onto her bed, face up, spreading her legs in invitation.

In the bright moonlight, he could see her shiny nest and thighs, soaked with her arousal. Moving between her thighs, he settled into place and eased forward until his tip met her slick entrance. A soft, needy moan escaped her lips, urging him in. Itsuki pushed forward, and was caught off guard by how easily his member slid into her. While not loose, she was far from tight; and with the copious juice she was producing, it was embarrassingly easy for him to penetrate her. “Yes!” hissed the woman, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. “I want you to take me, Itsuki! Take me however you want.” she begged lustfully.

Itsuki tried to remember if it was this way with Haruka, but other than remembering how tight she had been, he couldn't decide if Sayoko was better or worse or the same. Pumping into her as hard as he could, he steadily built toward orgasm. As he got nearer and near, he found it harder and harder to remember who he was with. When he finally reached his second orgasm, he cried out, unloading his sperm in her soaked passage before falling forward, asleep before he could even finish settling on Sayoko's naked body.

Sayoko tried to get her hips position correctly so her G-spot would be stimulated, but every time she got his strokes to get close to her inner trigger, he would lose contact with her achingly-erect clit. Coupled with a lack of friction and the sensation of not being full in her sheath, Sayoko was finding it hard to reach her orgasm. With concentration, she managed to get herself on the path to release, but she wasn't fast enough. Before she knew it, she felt his stiffen, followed by his release in her. But none of that registered on her. Her building orgasm was cut off by his cry.

“Haru-chan!” he exclaimed as he fired his second volley. Sayoko's eyes snapped open in shock and anger. A few moments later, Itsuki's body fell onto her body, the man asleep before she could form a response to his callus outburst. Angrily, she pushed him off her.

For nearly an hour, the woman lay there, tears of mixed anger, shame and pain rolling down her cheeks. Even now, Haruka has her hooks in him! railed the tech silently. Why can't she leave my Itsuki alone?! Sayoko gritted her teeth. First, I lose the pendant he gave me, and now, he has to cry out her name when he cums in me! Why?! What is it about me that is wrong?! Don't I deserve happiness?

A distance away, Quon sat up in her bed. Stepping lightly out of bed, she moved to the huge bay windows that was the front of her room. Looking out over the bay, she shook her head. “You should not forget which instrument you are holding, dear Itsuki.” she said softly. “Olin would not make such a mistake.” she added. For several more moments, the naked woman stood there, looking over the bay, before moving back to bed.

Tomorrow was another day, after all.

-

Kim lay back in bed, smiling to herself. Beside her, Yagumo was asleep. The two had gone to her place as the party at Itsuki's had broken up, and for a while, the two of them had discussed a number of different things. Finally, Kim - who had been at the same state of simmering arousal since she had first slept with Ayato - had leaned over to him and kissed him. Thought surprised at first, Yagumo had enthusiastically returned her kiss.

It was apparent to Kim that he was far less experienced than her in this area, so she had taken the lead in their encounter. Once he was comfortable with kissing her, she had moved to the next stage, encouraging him to explore her body with his hands as she did the same. It had been a surprise for her to discover that he was nearly as endowed as Ayato, being just a bit thinner than the pilot of RahXephon.

Instead of the wide, thick tip that Ayato had, she had discovered that his tip was relatively small compared to his size. Well, it doesn't make much difference for the girl. thought the woman, steadily working his clothes off as he did the same to her. Once they were mostly naked, she lead him to her bedroom.

After a pause to finish undressing, she had guided him back onto her bed before moving up to straddle him. “Are you ready?” she had purred, feeling her own lust soaking her thighs. The good Major was obviously more than ready, judging from his twitching member, currently pressing to her lower belly between her bellybutton and her entrance. Wetting his lips, he answered her.

“If y…your sure, Kim.” he managed gallantly. She leered at him.

“How thoughtful, Souichi.” she husked. “Ever been with a woman before?” she wondered, situating him at her entrance. Slowly, he nodded. “Really? How many?” she teased, fine tuning her position over him in preparation to ride him like a nickel rollercoaster. With great effort, the young man managed a verbal reply.

“O…one.” he groaned, feeling her hot, slippery nest envelop his sensitive tip. Kim leaned down and kissed him.

“Let's make it two, hmm?” she suggested throatily, dropping her hips onto his, his length slamming into her passage. A low sigh of pleasure came from her throat. “That's nice.” she purred, beginning to slowly bounce on his member.

Gaining speed, she felt herself spiral up to heaven. Not quite as good as Ayato, but very nice all the same! she thought happily, beginning to pant. Beneath him, Souichi reached up and grabbed her breasts in each hand, relishing the feeling of being with the girl had had admired for so long.

With so little experience, he swiftly reached release, flooding her passage with his cum. Kim, farther from the brink, increased her pace as she felt his member begin to shrink in her passage. Well, I guess we can work on endurance next time. she thought, managing to make her own orgasm before he went limp and slipped free of her passage.

Gingerly dismounting him, she lay down next to him, feeling his arm struggle around her. Smiling at him, she kissed him, knowing that he was going to be asleep in seconds. “See you tomorrow morning, lover.” she cooed at him. He made an attempt at answering her, but it was interrupted by a yawn, and before he could try again, he was asleep.

Kim got settled and slowly drifted toward sleep, her mind considering this new development. That evening, she had learned that Megumi had a crush on the dashing Major. She herself had found him to be acceptable boyfriend material; perhaps more. So, what now? she wondered. I'm not sorry I interfered with Megumi's attempts to tell him tonight, and I am not sorry I slept with him. she contemplated. But if Ayato wants to have sex with me again, I will jump him in a hot second! I wonder why? It's not like we have an actual relationship; hell, we're more fuck buddies than real friends or actual lovers. And that is to say nothing about the situation with him and Haruka.

As she drifted off to sleep, she realized that she would just have to play it by ear as time passed. For now, though, she had a nice man in her bed, her pussy was full of cum and she was tired.

It never occurred to her to wonder why she was suddenly so interested in being in the state she was in.

 

End Chapter 3