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🕑 Added 2024-10-12 01:20:47 +0000 UTCI want to commit genocide, I grumpily thought as people wearing Tech Fair shirts piled into the already cramped carriage. Must be some big event slated this morning they were going to attend. If I remembered the order of the stations correctly, we’d alight two stops before the Greaves Convention Center. I’d have to endure this hell for five stations, which was around fifteen minutes.
“Erind, are you going to be fine?” Deen thought I had ochlophobia since the time I told her that I was uncomfortable with many people around. I didn’t clarify my actual issue to her, and that it wasn’t a fear of crowds.
Deen stood about half a foot away from me. She placed her hands next to the door and on the seat barrier, making a sort of half-crescent dam holding back the tide of bodies. So considerate of her. But it made us stand out. Not to mention she already stood out because of her looks.
“No need for that.” I held her wrist and pulled her arms down. Then I snaked my arms around Deen’s waist and pulled her close to me, freeing up space for more people to move in. Her breasts were squeezed upwards between us. I rested my chin on the valley between the mountains and looked up at Deen. “I’ll be fine,” I said, wearing a pained expression.
I had gotten used to physical contact with Deen; my body wasn’t raring to lash out. It was like how zoos would get a puppy to live with an orphaned cheetah cub for comfort. They’d eventually get used to each other though they wouldn’t be a pair in the wild. Deen was the puppy and I was the cheetah. I was a pretty cute cheetah.
Another thing—I was feeling protective of Deen, weirdly enough. I didn’t want some perverted bastard to do something to her in this cramped space, so I had my hands on her back. I was the only one allowed to take advantage of Deen. Her body was mine.
Wait, what? Protective or possessive?
The doors closed and the train accelerated. My chin bounced on Deen’s breast. I tilted my head to the left so I wouldn’t look up at her. This was a very comfortable pillow. The familiar cotton candy scent filled my nose.
“We should’ve taken my car,” Deen said.
“This won’t take long. I can endure it.”
“Sorry for squeezing you.” She started to lightly scratch my back. “Slowly breathe in and out. You’ll be okay.”
I raised a brow at her. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to calm you down.” Deen moved her hands to my flanks and gently rubbed my sides. “Let’s just talk about stuff to distract you. The next thing you know, we’d be at our stop.”
Did Deen have an innocent motive or was she feeling me up? Or both? She did look concerned, but the way she was touching me was on the sensual side.
What if I was attaching meaning to something innocent? How horrible would it be if I became as degenerate as Deen?
“Want to talk about your casino plan?” she asked. “I’m not sure how I’d do with my… skills there. Like, how would that even work? It’s not actual danger, so maybe my—”
“Hey, want a kiss?” I whispered up at her.
“Wha-what?” Deen frantically looked around to check if someone overheard me. The passengers behind her faced away from us because the exit to the stations was on the opposite side. She glowered at me, hugging me tighter. Her marshmallow mounds pressed against my cheeks. “I thought we promised each other to behave.”
I mischievously grinned at her. “I thought we promised to be sisters?”
“Since we’re sisters, don’t say inappropriate things,” she hissed at me. “Especially with people around.”
“What’s inappropriate about it? I just want a kiss on the cheek from my sister. Were you thinking of kissing me on the lips? You’re such a weirdo—woah!”
Deen grabbed my butt and lifted me. She planted a forceful kiss on my left cheek and set me back down again. “There you go, little sister. Don’t be afraid of riding the train.”
This bitch! I nonchalantly stared out the door beside me as people looked over their shoulders to check the commotion. Deen turned the situation around. I thought I’d be able to publicly embarrass her.
High on her victory, Deen pushed the boundaries of our pinky promise. Whenever the train curved to my side, she’d press her body against me, pretending she was off-balance. If the train turned to the other side, she’d hug me tight as the momentum forced me to lean on her. She’d sprinkle in stroking my hair and back, talking about nonsense things to supposedly keep my mind from my supposed claustrophobia. When people jostled each other getting off a stop, she’d rub her body against me, pretending to make space for other passengers. I was freaking getting bullied here!
I continued to rest my head on Deen’s breasts. Her heart beat faster as her hands got naughtier. I didn’t complain; she was waiting for me to do so. She’d do her little sister bit to shut me down. There was an announcement that we were nearing our stop. It looked like Deen would walk away with a win.
An idea occurred to me.
“Hey, big sister,” I said. “I’m going to bite your boobs.”
“Shut up!” Deen furiously whispered. She squeezed my sides as a warning. “You’re the one misbehaving.”
“Oh, really? I’m just being the bratty, little sister.” I opened my mouth wide and bit Deen’s left breast. There was a bouncy resistance as my teeth met her frilly bra under her blouse.
Deen covered her mouth with both hands, muffling a moan. The train came to a halt and passengers began to disembark the train, cutting short any possible retribution Deen could come up with. I grabbed her arm and pulled her along as I looked for Mom. Deen was beet red, mumbling about unfairness and breaking the promise. I only stuck my tongue at her.
“You’re a sore loser,” Deen muttered. “Did you know that?”
“No, I wasn’t aware,” I replied. “You’re blushing did you know that?”
“It’s your fault. Why did you—?”
“Oh, shush. Mom’s here.”
“Phew, that was a really a crowd, alright,” Mom said. “Are you girls alright?”
“We are, Ms. Hartwell,” Deen readily said. “Though Erind was feeling dizzy with all the people around. I was by her side, comforting her.”
“Right, she’s not good with crowds.” Mom peered at me. “Are you okay, Erind honey?”
“Yes, Mom,” I chirped. “But if there’s something that’s not okay, it’s Deen’s clothes.”
“My clothes?” Deen looked down.
I grabbed Deen’s arm so she couldn’t turn away. I pointed at her chest. “Look, Mom. There’s a patch of wetness. Not sure where she got that.” It was my saliva on her blouse from when I bit her, turning the sky-blue fabric dark.
“My hair probably was still wet …” Deen quickly came up with an excuse while locking eyes with me. I was sure she was planning crimes to commit against me.
“No worries,” Mom said. “It’ll dry out quickly under this hot sun. Come, girls. We have some walking to do.”
“I’ll have my revenge tonight,” Deen whispered to me as we followed Mom down an escalator.
“Are you going to choke me again?” I shot back. “Keep a lid on your kinks, Deen.”
“Quiet. Your mother might hear us and misinterpret things.”
“What’s there to misinterpret? You did do it.”
Deen linked our arms and scrunched her nose at me before facing ahead. “Whatever, little sister. Let’s enjoy the day.” She pressed my elbow against the side of her breast. Because of our height difference, I had to sort of tilt to the side, my arm pulled up awkwardly.
After around fifteen minutes of walking, we found Mom’s favorite vinyl store. Or rather, it was Dad’s go-to place. There were already several customers inside this early. Heads turned to Deen when we entered, and I tagged along like an unneeded accessory. The elderly store attendant recognized Mom. While they caught up on things, Deen led me to shelves at the back of the store.
“There are security cameras here, kinky weirdo,” I told her.
“I’m not going to do anything to you,” she replied. “I just didn’t want to be ogled at.”
“Those creeps.” I knew the people she was referring to. They left the store when they saw that Deen was keeping a low profile. “The disadvantages of being beautiful.”
“True. The upsides are great, but the cons are very annoying. Having super strength makes me feel safer.”
“Did my bite ruin your blouse?”
“I don’t think so. Why?”
I extracted myself from Deen’s arm. I positioned her with her back facing the security camera. Standing in front of her, I examined her clothes. “It still hasn’t dried yet,” I said, rubbing the wet spot though that wouldn’t really help. Her breast jiggled as I did so. Then I cupped her breast and arranged her bra underneath her clothes.
“What are you doing?” Deen asked, not stopping me. She looked around again. No one was nearby.
“I’m just helping you fix your clothes, sister. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Girls, are you there?” Mom called. “Help me choose what to buy.”
I gave Deen’s breast a light slap, causing her to gasp. I walked away and headed to Mom before Deen could register any complaints. This was such a good tactic.
Comments
Temple (REND)
- Erind with the new cheetah transformation lol. - Yep, Erind finally has a possession! - Just some trolling, nothing to see here. Thanks for the help proofreading!
OmniHumanist
Typos: How horrible if I became as degenerate as Deen. -> How horrible would it be if I became as degenerate as Deen? ----- Deen was the puppy and I was the cheetah. I was a pretty cute cheetah. -> Now Deen is the dog girl! I was the only one allowed to take advantage of Deen. Her body was mine. -> I remember a while back Erind mentioned in arc 2 the different levels of care. Like for Bianca, she treated Xazary and Zachary as her possessions. Erind said she didn't have anyone in this tier. Now she has Deen there. I gave Deen’s breast a light slap, causing her to gasp. I walked away and headed to Mom before Deen could register any complaints. This was such a good tactic. -> Erind is a master of trolling. Thanks for the chapter!
