Chapter 2

“What the hell are you doing here, Tokiko?!” I cried. She looked down at her phone and started typing. My phone buzzed and Tokiko looked at me expectantly.

“No! No phone, you talk to me!” I said. She frowned, and typed angrily on her phone.

My pocket buzzed again. I sighed and took it out.

[Ask Okaasan]

[Can we take this inside? People are starting to stare.] Indeed, people were looking.

I gathered up my bags and the key, I walked past her and opened the door. She followed me in. I put the bags on the table, and sat in the chair.

“What are you doing here, Tokiko?” I repeated. Again, the phone came out.

“I want to hear your voice, Toki-Chan.” Her face contorted in a pout. She held up her phone.

[Call Okaasan]. I sighed in frustration.

“I’d like to hear it from you.” She shook her head and tapped her phone.

“Fine!” I cried, grabbing my phone. It rang twice.

“Moshi moshi.” She said.

“Okaasan; what his going on with Toki-Chan?” I demanded.

“That girl ... listen carefully. Toki-Chan has transferred schools, she starts on Monday. She is going to stay with you from now on.” She said. I couldn’t believe it!

“There’s no way, they won’t let her stay with me, where would she sleep?! Where would I sleep?!” I looked at Tokiko, “You have no right to just do what you want! I’m sorry you’re lonely, I’m lonely too. I’m sorry you miss me, it sucks, but it’s part of growing up.” I lashed out.

Tokiko stood near the door, silently sobbing.

“Kenjiro! Apologize to your sister now!” I heard my mother cry out from the phone. I felt awful for what I said, even though it was the truth.

“Toki-Chan, I’m sor-!” I started, but Tokiko ran out of the door and disappeared.

“Okaasan, I’ll call you back!!” I cried and hung up the phone. I ran out looking for Tokiko. I checked the roof, the parking garage, I checked every block for a mile, looking down alleys and in dumpsters. It was near midnight when I got back.

Tokiko was waiting at the door, the smallest of smiles on her face.

Wordlessly, I let her in and followed behind. I sent mom a message.

[Tokiko is safe here with me.]

[Oh, thank Heavens! You be nice to your sister! This will all work out.]

[Ok, I will call you tomorrow] I said.

Tokiko was busy putting away my groceries. There wasn’t much there, so she turned to me afterward.

“Toki-Chan, I’m sorry. I was thoughtless and stupid.” I said.

My pocket buzzed, I rolled my eyes.

[Baka.]

“Toki-Chan, could I please hear your voice?” I pleaded, holding my arms out. She stepped into my embrace.

“Onii-Baka!” She grumbled. I smiled.

I turned her so she was facing me.

“I don’t know how this is going to work. But I’ll give it a try.” I said, patting her head.

“I told you to stop calling me that...” she whispered. She buried her face into my chest. I squeezed her tight.

“It’s after midnight, Tokiko.” I said. She nodded.

We disengaged, I went into the bathroom and showered, shaved, and put on the thin cotton shorts I wore to bed. I exited the bathroom, drying my hair. I looked over to Tokiko and got a shock. She had changed out of her school uniform and hung it on the hook next to my ‘nice’ clothes. She had changed into a pink camisole top with white lace edging, and matching panties. She was wearing pink socks as well.

“Um, Toki-Chan, you’re not wearing enough clothes. She produced her phone. Annoyed, I grabbed it and tossed it on the bed. Tokiko glared at me.

“Toki, I know you don’t want to talk. But you’re RIGHT in front of me. I also know you CAN talk. Talk to me, even if it’s a whisper.” I said, she pouted.

“I’m wearing more clothes than you.” She said. I sighed. It wasn’t much different than normal.

I crawled into bed, laying against the wall. Tokiko snuggled up to me, the small spoon.

A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, as she wiggled in closer. I had nowhere to put my arm, so I laid it along her side and down to her hip. Though the rooms were kept cold, I had this little 122cm bed heater warming my soul.

I was so incredibly exhausted, but with Tokiko laying with me, I slept restfully through the night.

I awoke sometime mid morning, much later than I normally got up to see the sun filtering in through the 25cm window slits located at the ceiling in the walls. I was thoroughly convinced this building was built to be a prison!

It was then I noticed to my chagrin, that my hand was cupping Tokiko’s breast. The other problem was that men, sometimes in the morning, would become erect. Perfectly normal. Except that my erection was straining the thin cloth of my shorts, nestled in the cleft of her thighs.

If Tokiko were awake, she’d probably be mortified, then violent.

Moot point, though, as my bladder was screaming for relief!

I really didn’t want to wake her, I had to be really careful how i extricated myself. As I tried to roll out from behind her, I swear she pushed her butt back into my crotch. I was able to disentangle myself from her and empty my bladder. When I came out of the bathroom, Tokiko hadn’t moved.

I considered starting my day, but the bed just looked so enticing.

I undulated, flexed, and stretched my way back into position behind Tokiko. She actively thrust her posterior into my anterior, pinning me between her and the wall. I was too shocked to respond, then she grabbed my hand and placed it onto her breast, wrapping her arms around it.

“Toki-Chan, what are you doing?!” I cried. She declined to respond. She just snuggled in deeper, and sighed. I had no idea what to do, there was nothing I COULD do, she had me pinned and pulled into this position.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness.

A couple of hours later, I awoke alone. I cleared my eyes and scanned the room, Tokiko was setting food on the table, the smell jest hitting me.

Curry. How she pulled it off with just the microwave, I don’t know.

She turned and saw me looking at her. The tiny little smile crept onto her face, innocent and pure. I noticed she was wearing her school uniform skirt and shirt, no vest, no ribbon. Her randoseru on the floor at the end of the bed. She had brought very little with her, only a couple small bags, along with the randoseru.

I thought maybe this meant she would stay for couple days and then go back home.

I got up and joined her at the table. She frowned.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. She gestured to me. I looked down over my body.

“What? I don’t see anything?” I said. She spread her hands and thrust her shoulders forward as if to say “Um, YEAH?!”

She pointed at my trunk, then rubbed her midriff. I looked down, understanding.

“You want me to put a shirt on?!” I laughed.

She nodded emphatically. I sighed, got up, and went to my dresser. I fished around until I found my old T-shirt.

I rejoined her at the table. She dished up our dinner and sat beside me.

We ate in silence; no big surprise there. Afterward, we cleaned the few dishes in the bathroom sink and set them on a towel to dry.

Tomorrow was laundry day, I gathered my dirty clothes and dirty linens and put them into the provided bag to be left outside the door. Tokiko’s clothes weren’t included, she wasn’t a student.

In fact there were rules we needed to go over.

I knew that guests staying over was allowed, but they couldn’t live with you. They also did not specify how long they could stay.

“Tokiko, I don’t know how long you’re allowed to stay. I do know you’re allowed to stay for a while, though.” She typed on her phone, momentarily scrolling before my phone buzzed. I sighed. This was getting old.

“Just tell me, Tokiko!” I huffed. She frowned and tapped her phone.

“Fine!” I said, picking it up.

[There’s nothing in your school handbook that says how long. As long as I keep a low profile, we should be ok.]

She had included an image of my school’s handbook and highlighted the section on guests and cohabitation.

Now, there WERE some coed or multiple guest rooms, either with a bigger bed, or two singles. So as long as we didn’t get caught, we’d be fine. I think the worst that would happen is they’d just ask Tokiko to leave.

I flipped the tv on to the all cartoon, all day channel, and we watched for a bit. After a while, Tokiko came over to my chair and sat in my lap. I didn’t mind, but the reaction her pert butt was causing was intense. There was no doubt that she knew what she was doing, as she rotated her hips and ground herself deeper into my lap.

Finally, she sighed and relaxed. We watched cartoons for a couple hours, before I asked if I could change it to the other working channel, the news. Tokiko left to change, and came out in the pink camisole and panties.

I had discovered that the tv had a built in DVD player. Had Tokiko not been here, I’d probably popped in my one porn video and masturbated before rolling over and going to bed.

The news was over, and we crawled into bed. Same position as the night before. Tokiko kept rubbing me with her butt. She finally rolled onto her back, leaving me pressed up against the wall. She looked up at me nervously, tilted her head expectantly for a kiss. I complied, pressing my lips to hers. Her lips parted, and I felt her tongue touch my lips.

In for a penny, in for a pound, they say.

My tongue touched hers and they danced. I had already been fighting sleep, but this recharged me for a moment.

The kiss grew more intense, and more uncomfortable as our angles weren’t great. If she’d roll on her side to face me, it would be a lot easier.

She stayed on her back, forcing me to support my weight on my hands and to straddle her legs. Her face reddened and she looked up to me with the tiniest of smiles.

My fatigue was rapidly returning, but I nervously placed my hand on Tokiko’s side, slowly rubbing from her breast, to her hip.

Tokiko sighed and her smile spread. I moved up slightly, feeling a hard nipple beneath the thin gauze of her camisole.

Tokiko gasped as my fingertips crossed over her nipple, I watched her face carefully, but all I saw was a positive reaction.

I continued, pressing harder, and running my fingertips under the waistband of her panties.

My arm began to tremble both from adrenaline and fatigue. I was at my limit physically. I kissed Tokiko, and she returned the kiss passionately.

I lay alongside her, my consciousness fading. She held my head in her hands and kissed my forehead as world faded to black.

Somewhere in the darkness, I felt a tug, the skin of my penis stretched tight. As my eyes opened, I was treated to the sight of my life!

Tokiko sat between my legs, stroking the center of being.

“Tokiko! What are you doing!?” I cried. Her face glowed a dark red as she stroked.

“Ungh!” I moaned. Her smile widened. It wasn’t long before I reached the end.

“Toki! I’m-!” I cried.

She stroked harder as my cock erupted, splashing her face with my semen. She giggled and smiled before I fell asleep.

The droning of the alarm jerked me awake. The memory of the prior evenings illicit activities rushed into my mind and filled me with regret.

I looked around the room and found Tokiko organizing her randoseru. She was in her new school uniform, almost the same as the old one, but with a black skirt instead of grey and a bolo instead of a bow.

She saw me looking at her and blushed. She picked up her phone a typed out a message. My phone buzzed.

I sighed, hopefully I could get her use her voice.

[Good morning, oniichan; did you sleep well?] she asked. Now it was my turn to blush.

“I slept great! Better than ever!!” I said, refusing to use the phone. She wouldn’t make eye contact with me.

“I’m sorry I did that to you last night.” I said guiltily. She shook her head violently.

[I wanted to do that, I’ve wanted to forever. I’ve been reading books on it.] she said.

“But I did it on your face!” I protested.

She shook her head again.

[You did warn me. It washes off.] she said. Her face a dark red as she smiled at me.

[So, I’ll see you tonight, then?] she asked.

“I’ll see you tonight, Toki-Chan. Wait!” I cried.

I fished around in my upper drawer until I found my spare key, which I handed to Tokiko.

“Here.” I said, handing it to her. She took it in her hand, and tilted her face upward expectantly.

I kissed her, and she returned the kiss passionately. There was nothing innocent about that kiss, and my bodies’ reaction followed suit.

The shy smile on Tokiko’s face told me she knew exactly what she was doing.

She waved as she walked out of the door. I sighed, I had basically gone to third base with my adopted, underage, sister. And she just might have orchestrated the whole event.