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The only thing Minato says when Hamuko pulls out a blue, lacy matching set of bra and panties from one of her shopping bags is:
“No.”
Hamuko huffs, putting the garments back into the bag and setting it atop Minato’s desk. “Must you always spoil my fun?”
It’s been a while since she’s been able to splurge on something nice. Gift giving has always been Hamuko’s love language—as kids, she would spend her allowance on stuffies and other assorted trinkets for Minato. When she saw that piece of lingerie clad onto the model in the window display, she knew she had to get it for her sister.
Hamuko hoped that Minato would like the gift. It’s a shame he doesn’t, too preoccupied with the idea of being a boy. No matter. Minato will eventually drop this silly little fad and go back to being her sister—go back to the way things should be; the way things had been before Minato made friends that weren’t her.
Minato doesn’t answer her, instead scribbling furiously at his math homework and growing frustrated that he’s not understanding the problems. It’s cute seeing him like this. Minato has never been the brightest when it comes to academics, always sleeping in class and scrambling at the last minute to pull his grades together. More often than not, Hamuko did his homework for him.
“Why don’t you take a break, Mina-chan?” Hamuko says with a frown as she takes the pen and paper away from him. “You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that. Don’t ruin your pretty face.”
It’s clear he doesn’t like that with the way he scrunches his nose and lets out a quiet whine, but he doesn’t protest. He knows she’s right; always has been.
Hamuko swivels his chair around to face her, and Minato looks up. Staring back at her are the soft, ocean blue eyes on Minato’s face that she’s memorized so clearly. She traces the outline of Minato’s jaw with her right hand, the beads of her bracelets tapping against Minato’s skin.
“Go away, I’m trying to study,” he says with a huff.
Hamuko just laughs. “Aw, come on, you don’t honestly expect me to believe you’re going to get any studying done when you’re like this.”
She picks up the lingerie set from where she left it and hands it to Minato. “C’mon, nee-chan, won’t you try this on for me? To make your little sister happy?”
They’re ten minutes apart in age. That doesn’t matter though. Hamuko just bats her eyes and puts on her best puppy dog eyes, charming Minato the way she always has.
Minato grimaces. “Fine. Do what you want.”
Hamuko lights up with glee. She jumps into Minato’s lap to straddle him, removing his MP3 player and headphones from around his neck to set them aside for now.
“Careful,” Minato hisses.
Hamuko rolls her eyes, doesn’t say a word as she’s tugging on his bow and starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. She frowns upon seeing the binder enclosing his chest—his frame looks so boxy with it, instead of showing off the curves of his supple breasts. No matter. She’ll fix it; that’s what the lingerie is for.
“Arms up,” she commands, and Minato raises his hands up so Hamuko can pull his binder off.
Red rashes litter Minato’s skin around the ribcage. It’s only going to get worse if Minato keeps wearing it the way he does.
“Can you even breathe in that thing?” Hamuko asks with a scoff. “We don’t have money for a doctor if you break your ribs or whatever.”
Minato raises a brow at her, lip forming into a scowl. “As opposed to spending your money on pointless things?”
Her big sister has never been good at being grateful. “Don’t be like that. I worked hard at the Cafe to get you something nice.”
Minato hisses, biting whatever scathing response he’d had on his mind. Hamuko just grins.
“Don’t worry. You know I’ll always take care of you, even when you put yourself in sticky situations.” She cups a hand around his cheek, and no matter how much Minato wants to look away, his eyes are drawn to her.
Hamuko kisses him softly, doesn’t even mind that Minato’s lips are chapped and dry from chewing on them so much. Minato kisses back, letting his eyelids flutter.
“Here, let me help you into this,” she says once she breaks the kiss. She makes quick work in hooking the clasp of the lacy bra together on Minato’s back, though Minato twitches at her touch.
“Your hands are cold,” he complains.
“No shit. It’s cold outside, what do you expect?”
Minato doesn’t answer that. He doesn’t bother putting up much of a conversation after that, letting Hamuko play with him like a toy.
Hamuko always loved playing with toys as a kid, even if they always broke after an experiment or two. But Minato will never break. He’s her older sister, always there for her to play with.
In a blur, Minato has been stripped of his pants and boxers. He tries to close his legs shut, but Hamuko spreads them open. She sticks her hand in between his legs and into his cunt, her glee immeasurable as she realizes that Minato is wet, dripping just for her.
The present turned out to be a good idea after all, she thinks.
She wishes she had her camera with her to take a picture and immortalize this moment, though she does the best to commit this to memory.
“Aww, I knew you’d like my gift,” Hamuko coos, shoving her fingers deeper inside.
Minato’s cheeks flush a pretty pale pink, a stark contrast with the navy set he’s wearing right now.
“You’re not even going to say ‘thank you’ after all of the trouble I went to just to buy it?” Hamuko curls her finger, pleasure hitting Minato just the way he likes it as his thighs shudder.
“Ngh,” he groans.
It’s okay. She doesn’t really expect or need a ‘thank you’. Hamuko is just happy to see her big sister like this—a whimpering mess, and all because of her.