The Stepsister Who Followed Me Through the Shrine Gate novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: One Bed

The saint's room has one bed, and Mai and Hinata, step-sisters with no shared blood, finally kiss, and Mai makes Hinata come with her fingers.

Mai's hand stayed where it was, caught in Hinata's wet grip, and the cloth slid off the step into the water.

"Say that again," Mai said. Her voice had dropped.

"I like it when you touch me."

Hinata turned on the step until her bare knees were against Mai's chest, with the bath sheet clinging dark to her breasts.

Her eyes were huge and brown and wet.

"We're stepsisters," Mai said, because somebody had to.

"By marriage." Hinata's thumb moved over Mai's pulse.

"Your mother married my father. We have no blood in common, Mai-san, not one drop."

"We met as adults."

"Exactly."

"Your father wrote us into the same book."

"He wrote our names on a piece of paper. It doesn't tell my body anything."

Mai let out a breath that shook.

She had wanted this for six months, across seven dinners, and had told herself every time that she was only being polite.

"I'm going to kiss you," she said.

"Then do it."

Mai kissed her.

It was clumsy for one second, glasses gone, noses bumping, and then Hinata made a small hungry sound and opened her mouth.

She tasted of cedar steam and the barley tea she had swallowed on the hill.

Mai's hands slid up into the long wet chestnut hair and held her head, and Hinata's fingers knotted in the front of Mai's blouse.

They kissed until they ran out of breath.

Hinata pulled back, gasping, and her mouth was already swollen.

"Again," she said.

Mai gave her again, slower, and bit her bottom lip, and felt her shiver all the way down.

"Take that off," Hinata whispered against her mouth. "You're getting soaked."

Mai's blouse was already wet to the elbows from the cloth.

She undid it with fingers that wouldn't work, and Hinata helped, button by button, until it hung open over Mai's plain white bra.

"You're so pretty," Hinata said. She said it like a fact. "Why do you hide it?"

"I'm a pharmacist. I wear a coat."

"Not here."

Hinata unhooked the bra with both hands and pushed it off Mai's shoulders.

Mai's small breasts were pink from the steam, her nipples already tight.

Hinata looked at them for a long moment, and then she bent and put her mouth on one.

Mai's head fell back.

"Oh," she said, stupidly. "Oh, God."

Hinata's tongue circled the nipple, wet and warm and eager, then her lips closed and she sucked.

Heat shot straight down Mai's belly.

She pulled the bath sheet loose with one hand, and it sank in the water.

Hinata's breasts were full and heavy and flushed, and her nipples were dark pink and standing up.

Mai cupped one in her palm and thumbed it.

"Mai," Hinata breathed. "Mai, that's good."

She said Mai's name without the san, for the first time, and Mai felt it in her knees.

"Up," Mai said. "Come out of the water."

She stood and took Hinata's hands and helped her up the steps, naked and dripping, with her hair clinging to her back in wet ropes.

The bed was only a few steps away.

Mai put her down on the white sheets and stood over her, and for a second she was afraid.

"I'm older," she said. "I should have been stronger than this."

"You're not my babysitter." Hinata held out her arms. "I'm twenty-two, Mai. Come here."

Mai climbed onto the bed and over her.

They kissed again, long and open-mouthed, with their bodies pressed breast to breast and the damp heat of the bath still rising off them.

Hinata's thighs fell open around Mai's hips.

Mai felt her wetness through the thin cloth of her own skirt, and it made her dizzy.

She kissed down Hinata's throat and over her collarbone and took a nipple in her mouth, and Hinata arched off the mattress.

"More," Hinata begged. "Please. I've never been this wet."

"Has anyone done this to you?"

"A girl kissed me once, in my first year. That's all."

Mai raised her head.

Hinata's face was flushed and a little afraid and wholly certain.

"Then I'll go slowly," Mai said.

"Don't go too slowly."

Mai laughed against her stomach and kissed her way down, over the soft curve of her belly, and felt Hinata's muscles twitch under her lips.

She settled between Hinata's thighs and looked up.

Hinata's pussy was pink and soaked, with dark wet curls and her clit already swollen, and the smell of her was warm and sweet.

"Mai," Hinata whispered. "Don't look. I'm shy."

"You're beautiful."

"Mai!"

"I'll use my hand first. Tell me if it's wrong."

Hinata nodded, biting her lip.

Mai slid one long finger along the wet seam and felt Hinata's whole body jump.

"Ah!"

"Like that?"

"Yes. Yes, just like that."

Mai circled the little hard bud with the pad of her finger, slowly, lightly, and watched Hinata's belly tremble.

Hinata's hands fisted in the sheets.

Her thighs began to shake.

"You're so good at this," Hinata panted. "How are you so good at this?"

"I read a lot."

Hinata gave a helpless giggle that turned into a moan when Mai pressed harder.

Mai slid her finger down to the entrance and eased inside, an inch at a time, and the heat clamped around her.

Hinata cried out, a bright, shocked sound.

"Does it hurt?"

"No. It's full." Hinata's eyes were shut. "More. I want more."

Mai worked the first finger deeper, curled it, and found the soft rough place at the front.

Hinata's whole body bowed.

"Oh! There, Mai, there, there."

Mai added a second finger, slowly, and Hinata took them with a wet, sweet noise that made Mai's own thighs clench.

She moved them in a slow rolling stroke, in and up, while her thumb found the clit again and rubbed in small tight circles.

Hinata's voice climbed.

"Mai, Mai, I'm going to, I can't..."

"You can. Come for me."

"Say my name."

"Hinata."

Hinata's back left the bed.

Her pussy clamped down on Mai's fingers in hard pulses, and she screamed into her own wrist, long and breathless, as the orgasm took her.

Mai kept her fingers moving, soft and steady, through every wave, until Hinata went limp and sobbing with laughter and fell back against the pillow.

"Oh my God," Hinata said to the ceiling. "Oh my God."

Mai slid her fingers out, slowly, and Hinata gave a tiny whimper at the loss.

Mai wiped her hand on the sheet and then, because she couldn't help it, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean.

Hinata watched her do it with her mouth open.

"You didn't just..."

"I did."

"That is the most unfair thing I've ever seen."

Mai looked at the pink, spent, shining place between Hinata's thighs and felt her own mouth go dry.

"Can I?" she asked, and it wasn't a question about permission.

"Can you what?"

Mai answered by lowering her head.

Her tongue found the clit, soft and slow, and Hinata's whole body jolted.

"Mai! It's too sensitive, I can't, I..."

"Then I'll be gentle."

She was gentle.

She licked in long flat strokes, over the swollen bud and down to the wet opening and back.

She tasted salt and sweetness and the clean heat of Hinata's skin.

Hinata's hands found Mai's hair and clutched it, first to push her away and then to hold her there.

"Don't stop," Hinata whispered. "Don't stop, don't stop."

Mai sucked the clit gently between her lips, and her fingers slid back inside, two together, easy now in all that wetness.

Hinata came again in under a minute.

It was softer than the first, a long shuddering roll.

Hinata's thighs closed hard around Mai's head, and she sobbed Mai's name into the dark.

Mai held her through it, mouth still pressed against her, until the shaking stopped.

Mai crawled up the bed with her lips wet and her own skirt soaked through.

Hinata caught her face in both hands and kissed her, tasting herself.

"I didn't know it could be like that," Hinata said.

"Neither did I."

"You've done this before."

"Not like this. Not with someone I..." Mai stopped.

Hinata smiled against her mouth and did not make her finish.

Mai lay down beside her, and Hinata rolled into her arms, hot and damp and boneless, and tucked her face into Mai's neck.

They breathed together for a while.

The lanterns in the Saint's House burned low, and somewhere outside a bell rang once in an unfamiliar key.

"That was my first time with a hand that wasn't mine," Hinata said into her skin.

"I know."

"It was better than anything I ever imagined."

"You imagined it?"

"Since the wedding. Every night." Hinata lifted her head, and her dimples came out, and her eyes were soft and wicked at once. "Now you."

Mai's stomach dropped.

Hinata's hand was already sliding over Mai's belly toward the waist of her skirt.

Mai caught her wrist, gently.

"Not tonight," she said.

"Why not?"

"Because I've spent my whole life taking care of things." Mai's voice cracked. "And if you touch me now, I think I'll break."

Hinata went still.

Then she smiled, slow and certain, and pulled Mai's hand to her lips and kissed the fingers that were still wet with her.

"Then I'll wait," she said. "But I'm going to break you, Onee-san. Just so you know."

The word hit Mai low and hard, and she hid her face in Hinata's hair so Hinata wouldn't see how much she'd liked it.

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