Golden week

Chapter 3: Under The Table





I get off the scooter as soon as we pull up to the house.



“So what did you get me?” Chika asks again, looking at the box.



“Wait until we get inside,” I tell her as I take off my helmet and head into the house. As soon as we\'re inside, I hand her the box.



“Now don’t open it until you\'re in your room,” I tell her. She nods and runs up the stairs. I follow after her a bit more slowly, giving her time to get changed.



Just a few seconds after I reach the top of the stairs, the door to her room opens and Chika steps out, wearing the dress. It\'s white with little strawberries all over it. The frills at the bottom sway a bit as she steps out.



“Thank you so much, Onee-chan! I love this dress!” she says cheerfully. She stands up on her tip toes and gives me a small kiss on the cheek. I feel my face turning red as a bit of moisture spreads through my panties.



I quickly turn away, not letting her notice my nose bleed. “You\'re welcome,” I say as I wipe the trickle of blood off on the inside of my shirt.



“I’m going to take some of the cake over to Matsuri. She called me up earlier and told me she’s feeling better. You want to come with me?” she asks.



“Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Mats,” I comment. We go down to the kitchen. While Chika cuts off a slice of cake, I get out a container to put it in.



It only takes a few minutes to get to her house. As soon as Chika knocks, the door opens and we’re greeted by the sight of the girl with mismatch hair, in tears as usual. I pull her into a hug without thinking.



“What’s wrong, Mats?” I ask her.



“M...Miu...came over and...and she ate some of the pudding that I was saving!” she says, bawling uncontrollably. I stroke the back of her head a few times.



“There, there. We brought you some cake, and we won’t let Miu have any,” I tell her.



Matsuri calms down pretty quickly and takes a step back, wiping her eyes dry. “R-Really?” she asks. Chika nods.



“Yeah. Speaking of, where is she?” Chika asks, looking around suspiciously. Matsuri looks around.



“I’m not sure,” she says, twitching. I let out a sigh.



“All right, Miu, get your butt out here!” I call. Seemingly out of nowhere, she pops out of the bushes next to the door, making some strange noise. Chika nearly drops the cake and Matsuri looks like she might pass out. I quickly whack her in the head and walk into the house.



“Come on. Let\'s go ahead and eat some cake,” I say, guiding the other two into the house and locking the door behind myself. Matsuri leads us to her room. Her pet ferret comes running out. I reach down and scratch his chin before he runs off and slips under a door.



“I’ll go get some tea,” Matsuri says as we sit down at the table in her room.



“So how long do you think it’ll take Miu to get in the house?” I ask as I look around the room.



(Matsuri’s got really cute taste), I think as I look at some of the stuffed toys.



Just as Chika is about to answer, there’s a loud crash coming from the kitchen, followed by Matsuri screaming.



“Well, I guess that answers that. I’ll go check on her,” Chika says, standing up as she does. I can’t help but stare at her legs and grin, paying special attention to her adorable little butt.



“I always knew that you were a dirty old man, going after Mats and Coppola-chan...but I never figured you\'d go after your own sister!”



I look over and see Miu perched in the window. I’m not sure which to worry about more: the fact that she knows my shameful secret, or that she was able to get to the second floor as fast as she did.



“I have no idea what you\'re talking about,” I say in my usual voice, but Miu just grins.



“I could tell by the way you were staring at Chi’s butt that you were interested,” she says as she tries to crawl the rest of the way in, only to get her skirt caught on the windowsill, making her tumble in and land flat on her face, with her skirt staying in the window. She quickly stands up and brushes herself off. As soon as she realizes she’s in her underwear, she puts on a fake look of embarrassment.



“So, Onee-chan, do you like my butt as much?” she asks as she turns around and sticks her rear out at me, wriggling her hips.



(Nowhere near as nice...but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t extremely cute! But no way am I going to let her know that), I think to myself. Just as I’m about to make some kind of comeback, Chika and Matsuri walk in.



“It’s okay, she just spilled some of th--Miu, put your clothes on!” Chika snaps, blushing. Matsuri’s face goes bright red as well, but she’s completely frozen and can’t say anything.



Miu walks over and pulls her skirt away from the window before putting it back on. Once it’s on, she grins. “Hey Chi, you want to hear something interesting?”



(Oh shit!)



She beckons Chika over. My mind is racing, trying to think of something, anything I can do to stop her from telling Chika. Right before I can do anything, Chika gets right up to her and Miu makes a loud noise, scaring everyone in the room. Without thinking, I get up and whack her in the head. Miu lays there for a few seconds as the others sit down at the table. Matsuri begins to eat her cake, quietly ignoring Miu, who has gotten back up.



“Hey, don’t I get any?” she asks, pouting.



“No. Mats told us about how you ate her pudding!” Chika said.



“Yeah. So just sit down or something, and don’t bother her,” I add.



(It doesn’t seem like she’s going to say anything), I think to myself.



Miu does as she’s told, and for the first few seconds it seems like she’s going to behave. But I notice for just a second a mischievous grin on her face, and right away I feel something brush against my inner thigh, and Miu grins again.



(You little brat!) I curse at her mentally as she continues to move her foot back and forth along my thigh.



“So Chika, what have you been up to for the last few days?” Miu asks, looking to my sister with the most innocent look a little demon like her can muster.



“Oh, nothing much. Onee-chan took me shopping today, and actually bought this dress for me!” Chika said, standing up and giving a little twirl. Just as she did, Miu jammed her foot right into my crotch. I couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp.



“Are you alright, Onee-chan?” Matsuri asks, sounding very concerned. I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the fact that Miu is still rubbing my cunny through my panties, which are starting to get wet.



“Yeah, I just got a leg cramp,” I say, backing away from the table. I stand up, making sure that my skirt doesn’t flip any and show the dampness of my panties. I stretch a little bit and sit back down. Right away Miu starts up again as she says something to Matsuri that I can’t really hear because I’m too wrapped up in watching Chika, who also decided to stretch a bit. The sight of her and the feeling of Miu rubbing against me is more than I can take, and I cum, biting down on my lip to keep from making any sound.



Miu stops for a second and looks over at me, grinning ear to ear. For a second I’m terrified as to what she might say, that she might tell the other two my secret.



(...No way. Miu might be an annoying brat most of the time, but she’s not that bad...) I prayed.