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Maho’s hands trembled. She always felt so rock-steady when in command of her Tiger tank, yet the buttons of her younger sister’s shirt seemed as terrifying as a being in the crosshairs of an Elefant. It didn’t help that her Miho’s chest was heaving in anticipation, either. The elder sister refocused her mind on the task at hand. Her fingertip slid across the hard plastic button. Clumsily, she grasped the button between her thumb and index finger and slid it through its matching hole in the cotton shirt. Maho’s pulse began to race as more of her sister’s milky-white skin came into view. Small beads of perspiration were visible on the younger girl’s chest, and Maho could feel Miho’s breath on her neck as she bent closer. Another two buttons were conquered, and a hint of the girl’s cleavage poked through the lowered neckline. Maho pressed her lips against her sister’s skin, tasted the sweetness of youth.
“Maho… are you sure about this?” Miho said.
“I’m more sure than my chances of hitting a Sherman at point-blank range.” Maho’s response came out in breathless gulps. Damn, that didn’t sound suave at all.
From her sitting position on the bed, Miho grabbed two handfuls of the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. The bra came off next, exposing her growing breasts to the cool air. Her young teats stood proud on her chest, the stiff nipples standing like battle colors, indicating her excitement. Maho thought back to the day when they became more than just sisters. After their match with Selection University, they realized that they had come within a whisker of losing and tarnishing the proud Nishizumi name. Therefore, Miho had moved back home and they began a strict training regimen together, rededicating themselves to the ancient art of panzerfahren. Like a sword being reforged, they haven’t left each other’s side since, sleeping together, eating together, and shooting together, all to refine their craft. One day, Miho was sitting on Maho’s lap in the turret of the latter’s Tiger at the firing range. After the elder sister had gone over the finer points of deflection shooting, Miho had turned around to ask her sister a question. Their lips met, and it felt as natural as loading a round into a well-greased chamber. They knew there was no retreat from that point. They pledged themselves to each other, body and soul, on that fateful day.
But that was the past, and here in the present, Maho’s passion had boiled over. She gently pushed Miho onto the bed and climbed on top of her, straddling her younger sister. Maho closed her eyes and began to kiss her sister’s navel, drinking in the girl’s scent. They had never gone beyond kissing yet, but today… Her kisses steadily advanced up Miho’s abdomen like a creeping barrage on the Western Front. She then feinted to the right, dragging her tongue up the girl’s ribcage. Miho moaned, a lewd sound that drifted on the air like heavy smoke after a battle. Her elder sister began to kiss the valley between her breasts. Maho opened her eyes, expecting to see Miho’s cute blushing face, but instead saw Shiho standing in the doorway. The sharply-dressed woman was framed by the hills of her daughter’s breasts.
“M-Mom!” Maho blurted out. She hadn’t expected her mother to be home this early. Miho gasped and tried to roll over, but was pinned underneath her eldest sister. She could only cross her bare arms over her naked breasts and stared at her mother upside-down.
“Sit down.”
Shiho didn’t even look up as the girls sat in the two chairs in front of the desk. Even at home, their mother was dressed in an immaculately-tailored suit, with not even a coal-black hair out of place on her head. While Maho deeply respected her mother’s work ethic and tough-as-nails attitude, she also hoped she would never become as cold and distant as the older woman had become in the last few years. Shiho singed her name on the bottom of a page with a flourish, then capped the ink pen and put it aside. Out of the corner of her eye, Maho noticed her mother’s cellphone was sitting on the corner of the desk. Her mother folded her hands on the table and stared directly at her eldest daughter.
“I was deeply disappointed in your last panzerfahren battle,” Shiho said in a measured cadence. “You were far too timid and weak. I see neither of you are yet fit to carry on the Nishizumi name.”
Maho wanted to say so many things in response. The University All-Stars team was well-trained and led, their own team was an amalgamation of rivals, they were using vastly-underfunded equipment… but she wouldn’t dream of interrupting her mother.
“Come to my office immediately,” the older woman said, her face about as expressionless as a block of granite. “We need to discuss your recent battle.”
Maho’s heartbeat didn’t slow until Shiho’s footsteps were well down the hallway. She cursed herself for being so caught up in the throes of passion that she forgot to close Miho’s bedroom door. Well, these things tend to happen when you princess-carry your sister into her bedroom with the intention of having sex with her on the bed you used to share as children, she told herself.
“Maho… do you think we’ll be alright? Are we going to be separated again?” Miho asked her sister, her eyes two glistening portals of worry.
“I won’t let anyone come between us again,” Maho responded, grasping Miho’s hands in a tight grip. “Not even Mom. I promise.”
“What should we do? Do you think she knows… about us? Our relationship?”
She caught me about to suckle your breasts, so unless she’s blind, yes, Maho thought.
“In warfare, information is the key to victory. For now, we won’t say anything. We’ll play defense, and let her make the first move.” Maho handed picked up her younger sister’s bra, sniffed it, then handed it to Miho. “And if she tries to split us up again, then we’ll go on the offensive.”
Maho set her jaw, trying to look composed as Miho put her shirt back on. She wasn’t going to let anyone extinguish the fires of love that burned in her heart. The sisters walked down the hallway wordlessly. To alleviate her younger sister’s anxiety, Maho grasped her hand as they walked down the Japanese-style corridor, leading her into the battlefield of their mother’s office. She only released Miho’s sweaty palm when they were standing outside of the door to Shiho’s home office. Maho raised her fist, rapped it gently on the wall.
“Enter.”
The sisters’ socked feet made small shuffling noises against the tatami mats as they entered the large Japanese-style room. Large wall scrolls depicted girls engaged in fierce panzerfahren battles of days past. Elaborate tank models adorned ornate cabinets situated against the walls. Mottoes calling for bravery and elegance in battle were written in flowing script in scrolls hanging over each window. This office was a true shrine to panzerfahren, and the history of the Nishizumi name was literally writ large upon its walls. The family matriarch was seated behind a small writing desk, head down, engaged in a stack of paperwork. Miho and Maho stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the entryway, silent as a pair of Stugs waiting to ambush their prey. The atmosphere in the room could not have been colder if they were standing in Antarctica, despite the summer heat. Shiho finished with one stack of paperwork, began to tackle another. Maho knew that her mother was making them wait on purpose, in order to feed on their anxiety. But her mother’s tactics could not break her defenses, not after she stared down the ink-black barrel of an M26 Pershing and came out on top.
Shiho turned to her younger daughter. “As such, I’ve arranged for a panzerfahren veteran to give you both a special training session, to re-teach you two the basics of our craft. Obviously, your schools have been deficient in this regard.”
The elder daughter could tell that Miho, too, was ready to leap to her own defense, to say that hasn’t Ooarai proved itself time and again against the highest of odds? But, Maho noticed that Miho kept her jaw tightly shut despite her anger. She was proud to see that her little sister has matured well.
Their mother looked back to Maho. “She will be arriving this evening, and your training will start tonight. I will introduce you at dinner, and I expect you two to be on your best behavior.”
“Ma’am, are we dismissed?” Maho asked.
“You are dismissed.” Shiho went back to her paperwork.
In unison, the sisters stood up, bowed deeply. “Thank you, Mother,” came out of their mouths in perfect synchronization. The girls walked back to Miho’s bedroom in silence. Maho was sure to close the door behind them.
Miho flopped down onto her bed with a sigh. “A special trainer? Who do you think it will be? Maybe Ms. Chouno?” she said, covering her eyes with an arm.
“I have no idea, but I saw Mom’s cellphone was perched at the edge of her desk,” Maho said, sitting down next to her sister. “It must be someone she’s personally close with. Perhaps an old acquaintance, from her school days.”
“Ugh. Do you think we’ll have to live with them? I hope it’s not someone scary. I bet Mom’s teachers were brutal.”
“It can’t be any worse than the battles we’ve went through, together,” Maho responded, with a confident smile. “And no matter what happens, I won’t let anyone break us apart ever again.”
Miho rolled over and hugged a Boko plushie. “Do you promise?”
“I promise. Not just as your elder sister...” Maho said, planting a kiss on Miho’s bare leg. “But also as your lover.”
Miho giggled as her sister’s fingers glided across her smooth skin. “You know, we still have some time before dinner… want to engage in some ‘extra training’?” she said, noticing the lust in Maho’s eyes.
“You read my mind,” her old sister said, planting a kiss on Miho’s lips.
“In fact, I think I’ll eat something before dinner,” Maho continued, tugging at Miho’s skirt. She slid the garment down her sister’s legs and tossed it into a corner of the room.
“Mmm… don’t ruin your appetite,” Miho said, hugging her Boko bear demurely.
Gently, Maho pulled off her sister’s panties, exposing a soft bush of caramel-colored pubic hair. She spread Miho’s legs apart, planting her face right above the cleft.
“Itadakimasu.”
Like a recon in force, Maho’s tongue probed the pink folds of her sister’s vagina. Miho let out a cute yelp as the wet muscle made contact with her flesh. She instinctively closed her thighs around Maho’s head. The elder sister pushed deeper. Her tongue rubbed against Miho’s inner walls, tasting their tangy flavor. Maho’s saliva mixed with her sister’s juices in a sticky cocktail. She moved ever closer, until Miho’s stiff pubic hair tickled her nose, which was filled with the scent of her sister’s lust. Her tongue began twirling like a dog lapping at a water bowl. It wasn’t long before Miho came. The younger sister shouted an orgasmic moan into her teddy bear. Maho hoped the stuffed animal muffled the sound enough that it wouldn’t be picked up by any prying ears.
Maho licked the remains of Miho’s juices from her lips. “You tasted wonderful, my sweet,” she said. They kissed, giving Miho a taste of her own fluids. The younger girl’s face was flushed with post-orgasmic bliss. As Miho cleaned herself off with a tissue, her sister reclined on the bed. After pulling her panties back on, Miho draped a blanket over both of their glowing bodies.
“We still have some time before dinner. Shall we take a nap?” she said to her older sister.
“Yes. We may need to conserve our strength for later,” Maho replied, wrapping her arms around Miho and shutting her eyes.