The Perfect Payback

I stood broodingly by the living room window, watching the snow falling fast and thick on the evergreens outside. If this keeps up, Jules and Kisho would never make it back here tonight. I scowled. Of all days, why’d they have to go on a date when it would blizzard? This meant that they’d probably spend the night back at the resort while I would be stuck up here in the Matsumoto’s cabin alone. Well, not entirely alone, I thought as timid footsteps announced the presence of Kisho’s younger sister behind me. I stared for a moment at her reflection on the window, seeing her hesitate as she opened her mouth to say something.

“Hey Aiko,” I smiled at her reflection before turning to her. “What’s up?”
“Dino-chan?” She said it as if she was holding her breath. “Uhm… I am going to make dinner tonight. Is there a particular dish that you would like?”
I gave her a twitchy-nosed smile and shook my head. “It’s cool whatever you whip up. I’m not really hungry.” Aiko seemed a bit disappointed.
“Oh. Okay then,” she said giving me a small bow and walking out of the room and into the kitchen. I chuckled at her mannerisms –cute and childlike for a sixteen-year-old. I felt for my cell in my back pocket and flipped it open. Damn, no new messages. I felt annoyed. Jules could have at least messaged me by now.

I texted Jules on her cell: “U & Kisho ok? Wer r u guys? Txt bk.” Personally, I wasn’t too anxious about Kisho’s wellbeing, but I did care about my best friend. They had been going out for a year now, ever since they met at that Japanese Culture Convention back home and Kisho Matsumoto hit on her with a feeble one-liner about the kimono she was wearing. Of course, dating the son of a prominent Japanese businessman had its perks. Like getting free trips to Japan to spend Christmas break at the private resort owned by the Matsumoto Family. At first, the family seemed wary about Julie dating their dear Kisho, but warmed up eventually upon learning that her mother was Japanese (that’s why she attended the Con in the first place).

Shortly after, my cell beeped and I read the message: “We are okay. We will be spending the night here at the resort. Please look after my sister well, Dino-chan. Domo \\ (^_^) / ” I rolled my eyes at the uber-grammatical message and the number it was from. It was Kisho-chan texting me about babysitting his sister. Would it kill the guy to learn text lingo or slang? What exactly did Jules see in that stiff, nerdy Japanese college guy? Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not a racist jerk or anything. It’s just that by the time I finally realized that I was in love with Julie, she had fallen head over heels with the guy who shattered any chance I had to be with her. It just happened he was Japanese. And a nerd. And that I’m just plain bitter.

Sighing, I went back to my room and threw myself into bed, and stared gloomily at the ceiling, thinking about what Jules and Kisho could be doing, then finally drifting off to a troubled sleep. About an hour I jerked awake when I heard a soft knocking on my door.
“Dino-chan? I have your food.”
“Come in, it’s open.” I felt too gloomy to even rise from the bed.
Aiko brought in a dinner tray laden with bowls of steaming rice, noodles, and what seemed to be sukiyaki. I smiled gratefully at her as she set the tray down on my bed.
“Thanks, Aiko… but it’s too much for me. Unless you wanna join me?”
“Hai, Dino-chan, I’d like that very much.” She smiled shyly and went to fetch another pair of chopsticks for herself.

We passed the rest of the meal talking about trivial stuff. She liked meat dumplings and cherry shakes, I liked anything that was edible. She was a straight A junior student, and me – well, the only reason I got accepted to college was because I was a damn good artist. Then, we turned to our social lives.
“How come you do not have a girlfriend?” she asked, obviously having heard it from Kisho.
“Been too busy. You? How many boyfriends are you hiding from your family?” I teased her .
“What? I… oh, none,” she blushed.
“What?” I said in mild surprise. “Are all boys at your school blind? A pretty face like that, plus brains, but no boyfriend? That’s a shame.” I grinned at her.
It’s true, she was pretty. Black, shoulder length hair framing dark sparkling eyes, a cute little nose, shapely pink lips set into clear, pale skin that flushed charmingly whenever she blushed – like the way she did now.
“You like to flatter me, Dino-chan,” she said bowing her head, but smiling nonetheless.
“That wasn’t flattery, that was the truth.” I smiled at her, patting her cheek. I finished my teriyaki and took the tray to the kitchen, taking time to tidy up, and brush my teeth. It was some time before I returned to my room, so I was surprised to see her still there, still in that kneeling-sitting position, with her head bowed.
“Aiko?” I strode up to her side and knelt beside her. “What’s wrong?”
She looked up and I was startled to see tears glistening on her face.
“Wha…” I gulped. Way to go, jerk. I began to apologize but she spoke first.
“No one’s ever called me beautiful, Dino-chan.” She bowed her face once more, her hands twisting on her lap.
“You’re joking!” I exclaimed. Lucky I always had a hanky handy. I offered it to her. “C’mon, not even your parents? I mean mine would say I was cute even if I wasn’t”
She shook her head. “Mother died when she gave birth to me. Father… Father is never home.” She paused then laughed. “And Kisho-san says I look like a bird.”
“A very beautiful bird then,” I told her, glad she had stopped crying and that it wasn’t my fault. She giggled and leaned into my chest. I stroked her hair and she looks up at me, our eyes meeting for an instant.
My mind goes blank. My hand takes a life of it own. Before I knew it I had lifted her chin to my face and kissed her lips.
It was a short, chaste kiss, but it sent shivers down my spine like no other kiss I’ve ever had. When I finally pulled away, she bowed her head down again. Uh-oh.
“Aiko, I’m sorry,” I whispered, suddenly ashamed of myself. “I dunno what came over me…”
Her head still bowed, she rose on her knees as if to leave, then suddenly her arms were around my neck and her lips on mine. This kiss was as chaste and as delightful as the first one, although longer. It was exquisite; She was exquisite. I wanted more.

I put an arm around her small waist and lifted her up, renewing our kiss as I did so. She did not resist, and I lifted her off her feet, her toes grazing my shins. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, her waist pinned to my stomach. I shuffled toward the side of the bed, kneeling on the mattress and gently laying Aiko on its center. I was on top of her, my arms still around her waist, when I released her from our kiss. For a moment, she looked frightened and tried to sit up, but I stopped her.
“I’m not taking you anywhere you don’t want to go,” I whispered reassuringly to her lips. Carefully, I traced her chin with butterfly kisses, along her jawline and down her soft white neck, all the way to her collarbone. I breathed in her scent – she smelled like baby cologne and powder – and felt myself starting to get aroused. She shuddered beneath me, and I retraced the path my lips took before finally claiming her mouth. With my free hand, I stroked her chin with my thumb, causing her to open her mouth slightly, letting me slip my tongue through. At first, she resisted, but relaxed as she got accustomed to it. I explored the inside of her mouth thoroughly, tasting her, teasing her tongue with mine, and receiving a shy, fluttering response in turn.
Soon, my groin got too hard that it was impossible for her not to feel it through my jeans. I was anxious about that, but decided to worry about that later. I felt her hands leave my neck and start caressing my back in slow, small circles. They traveled slowly down to the small of my back, then slid up to my chest and up to my face, cupping it, pushing it away slightly. I took that as a signal to stop, and I did, panting, fully aroused as I looked at the girl panting as heavily as I was. She seemed dazed, her eyes lingering over my lips.
“I have never been kissed like that,” she whispered, her face flushed as she looked at me.
“Glad I was your first then,” I chuckled softly, giving her one last deep kiss before pulling away and rolling off her. I lay beside her, my feet dangling off the side of the bed, and my erection bulging in my pants. I had to relieve it – fast.
“Where are you going, Dino-chan?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows as I strode to the door.
“I’m going for drinks.” I didn’t dare look at her. Lying on my bed, propped up on her elbows like that made her look every bit as seductive as any FHM covergirl. Even her thick sweatshirt and jeans could not hide her soft curves. I shuddered as I remembered that body pressed against mine. Locking myself in the bathroom, I unzipped my jeans and freed my cock, which had swollen to about 8 turgid inches. I closed my eyes and moaned, stroking slowly, caressing its tip. I can’t believe a high school girl had turned me on this much. Her face popped into my mind and I imagined it was her caressing me, stroking her soft fingers up and down my shaft delicately, then fondling my balls like they were the meat dumplings she was so fond of. Sure enough, I came with a loud, echoing gasp, squirting white cum on the fancy marble bathtub and on the cabinet beside it.
Oh crap. I panicked, tucking my limp cock back in my boxers and zipped my pants back up. I cast around my eye, looking for something to wipe my spill with, but before I could rummage in the cabinet for a rag, I heard Aiko’s voice just outside the bathroom door.
“Dino-chan? Are you in there?”
Panicking, I grabbed a towel from the cabinet, wiped it on the cum-sprayed top as well as the bottom of the tub. In my haste, I banged my forehead on the tap at the tub’s edge, and let out a pained groan.
“Dino-chan? Are you angry at me?” she sounded hurt, probably assuming I groaned because of her.
“No, no… I just…” masturbated? Cummed all over your bathtub? “I’ll be out in a sec!”
I dumped the towel in the laundry hamper and opened the door.
“Your face is sweaty…” she observed as I passed her.
“What? Oh yeah. I was, uh, queasy.” I said, without really thinking, then went to the living room and sat down on the couch, wanting to calm my nerves. I turned the flat screen TV on and soon found a show I could pretend to be immersed in. Unfortunately, Aiko followed suit, sitting close enough for me smell her baby scent. I shuddered again. She turned to me, concerned.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I was still looking at the TV although I watched her from the corner of my eye.
“Sure?”
“Yeah.”
She fell silent, twisting her hands in her lap once again. Then she hunched her shoulders squarely and faced me.
“Do you like me, Dino-chan?”
I was surprised at her straightforwardness and I looked at her, speechless.
She hung her head, as if ashamed she had asked the question in the first place.
“I thought you did, Dino-chan… I mean,” she blushed, looking away. “I felt you. When you were kissing me in bed.”
It was my turn to blush. “Err, Aiko…” I paused, trying to sort out how I feel. What do I feel, by the way?
“Err, I just wanted to kiss you,” I gabbled. “I liked talking to you too… err, you’re a very likeable person, actually. I just think…” She put a delicate finger to my lips and stopped me. Then she kissed her finger and licked it lightly with her velvet pink tongue. I could feel my groin rising again as I took her finger, kissed it, and sucked it on my mouth. By this time, she had climbed my lap and sat astride me, pulling my other hand and guiding it under the thick layer of her sweatshirt. My eyes widened as she pressed it to the soft mound of her breasts covered by the thin material of her bra. But when her lips pressed mine urgently, both my mouth and hands were soon kept busy. She moaned into my mouth as I rubbed her left breast with my right thumb, caressing her where I guessed her nipple was. I took advantage of her open mouth to slide my tongue in again, and upon invading her, found that her tongue was eagerly awaiting mine. I teased her, touching her tongue tip lightly, making it dart at me then retreat helplessly when it made no contact. I teased her some more, until with a moan of frustration, she trapped me with her teeth, forcing me to yelp and duel. Meanwhile, the hand that wasn’t playing with her breast started rubbing her round, tight ass. I started to get harder and her gasp told me she could feel my hardness pricking up at her bottom, even through our jeans. She started grinding her hips against it slowly, and I broke away from our kiss, moaning, positively writhing with pleasure.
“Yes, Aiko, yes… please.” Both my hands were now on her hips, guiding her and supporting her as she worked, grinding faster and faster. She had thrown her head back, her eyes closed, her mouth open in silent panting. The sight of her like this brought me over the edge more quickly than I expected, and before I knew it, I exploded into my boxers, my crotch bucking against her bottom. She gasped, losing her balance, but my hands gripped her hips tight, steadying her, even though I was still in a blissful daze.
So much for babysitting.