As the morning approached and the sun began its slow ascent above the treeline, Ayane woke to the wistful sound of leaves rustling and brushing against the ground, carried forth carelessly with each flutter of the warm breeze. She felt the morning dew cling to her skin, blanketing her in a welcome warmth which she, had she been so inclined to believe in such a thing, would've almost thought intentional on the part of some benevolent, ethereal being, given the respite it provided considering the situation which she gradually began to recall.

She lay in utter nakedness, resting with half her body lying over the redheaded kunoichi, the one who had only the night before revealed her feelings for Ayane in the most forbidden but salient display of affection one could imagine.

Ayane could feel her sister's chest slowly rise and fall with each breath, her head resting just beneath Kasumi's chin, nestled between her neck and ample bosom. Kasumi had one arm over Ayane's shoulder, while the other lay under Ayane's head, her fingers softly and ever so lovingly brushing through the younger woman's lilac hair.

The hajinmon ninja's eyes lurked downward, and she realized she had one leg resting on Kasumi's thighs, her knee just meeting the older woman's right hip. Almost as if recover from an evening of utter intoxication, the sight and sensation of lying in the embrace of the runaway prompted her synapses to flood her mind with images of the night before.

It all felt like a dream. Was it?

But the thought was gently ushered away with the gentle, loving caress of her elder sibling's fingers across her cheek.

"Are you awake?" Kasumi whispered, intending not to wake her in the chance that she still was asleep.

Ayane lifted her face just enough to meet Kasumi's eyes.

No it wasn't a dream.

Kasumi's hazel eyes suddenly reminded her of Ayame, their mother, and the woman from whom she was taken at so early an age to train as a member of the hajinmon sect.

Ayane found Kasumi's entire visage to be almost angelic. Perhaps it was the hues of orange rays that trickled through the tree leaves and basked her face in an a heavenly outline, or the reflection of the morning light in her beautiful brown eyes, but Kasumi seemed practically awash in a natural glow. Looking down at her with that gentle, well-meaning look of concern, cupping her little sister's cheek and holding her close against her bosom, Kasumi bore the appearance of an almost maternal figure, a fact which was not unwelcome to the young purplette.

"I just woke up..." Ayane whispered, still looking up at Kasumi. "How long have you been awake?"

"Just a few minutes." Kasumi responded, bringing one hand up to Ayane's forehead and brushing her messy lilac bands to one side, the back of her fingers lingering slightly before allowing them to once more cup Ayane's porcelain cheek. "You looked so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you."

"How long were we asleep?"

"Long enough." Kasumi replied, stroking Ayane's cheek with her thumb as she held her. A smile formed on Kasumi's lips. "Ya know... You're cute when you sleep."

The words caused Ayane to flush red in embarrassment.

"How long were you watching me?" A tinge of insecurity at being seen in such a state of defenselessness apparent in her voice.

"Like I said, just a few minutes." Kasumi reassured her. "How could I not, when I have the most beautiful girl in the world laying here with me?"

Ayane's cheeks turned beat-red. She wasn't accustomed to anyone speaking to her like this... she wasn't accustomed to anyone speaking to her with anything approaching the expression of love. And she certainly wasn't used to this level of genuine regard and intimacy being offered so freely and without question.

She tried in vain to hide a smile, but despite herself, she felt a grin forming on one side of her lips.

"Stop it!" Ayane retorted quietly, trying to appear serious. She was fully aware that she was doing a poor job of concealing her delight.

"Stop what?"

"Stop making me so... so..." Ayane struggled to find the words to express her awkward annoyance, as contrived as it was.

"Ayane... you're adorable." Kasumi giggled.

Any hint of aggravation wilted away with Kasumi's laugh. Her voice was just so... soothing, Ayane thought. Ayane found Kasumi's satisfaction at her dismay not to be malicious or hurtful, but playful and kind. Kasumi's very presence felt like a respite from all the torment and anguish that seemed to follow her from one destination to the next. It wasn't gone. But for now, in her sister's loving arms, she could forget.

"You're making me blush!" Ayane exclaimed in a quiet whisper.

Kasumi replied by kissing her sister briefly on the forehead.

"I never got to see this side of you."

"What do you mean?" Ayane replied, curiously.

"I mean... the awkward, insecure, adorable, sweet side of you." Kasumi said. "I never got to know you. You getting so flustered by little compliments, blushing ten shades of red when I say something nice... it's just one the many parts of who you are that I never got to see. And now that I've seen it that little bit, I want to see more."

"Well, you saw a lot of me last night." Ayane quipped with a devious smirk.

"Not like that." Kasumi replied, fully aware that Ayane was partially joking. "I'm talking about seeing you. My baby sister."

"Don't call me that..."

"Ayane..." Kasumi spoke with heavy, serious tone developing in her voice. "What we did last night... I know it was wrong..."

Ayane's heart sank. She understood the same thing, that the act they had partaken in was utterly forbidden, but despite her ostensible misgivings at Kasumi reminding her of their relationship as siblings, she didn't want this to end.

Then, Kasumi's fingers tipped her younger sister's delicate, slight chin upward so that their eyes met.

"...But it didn't feel wrong to me."

Ayane couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief-no, elation-at hearing those words.

"I should've been there all those years." Kasumi continued. "I should've protected you... I never should have left you. After mother and Hayate left, I should've stayed with you."

"You really think I needed you that badly?" Ayane replied, somewhat spitefully.

"No. But I needed you, Ayane." Kasumi pulled Ayane closer. "I still do."

After a short pause, Ayane broke the brief silence with a question that forced the gravity and complexity of their newfound relationship to the surface.

"Do you need a sister... or a lover?" The words escaped the young woman's lips with a level of sorrow in her voice, each trembling syllable imbued with an understanding that the two choices were woefully incompatible.

"Oh, Ayane..." Kasumi sighed, pulling her little sister close, kissing her once more on the forehead. The sensation of Kasumi's soft, supple lips pressing so tenderly against her forehead had all the trappings of an older sister trying to soothe and comfort her younger sibling in distress.

Ayane closed her eyes for a moment and felt Kasumi's gentle hands pull her face to her chest, wrapping her arms around her.

"Can we just stay here for a little while longer?" Kasumi asked softly.

Ayane gave no verbal reply, and instead responded by pressing her cheek close against Kasumi's ample, voluminous bosom.

Minutes went by as Kasumi simply held her little sister in her embrace, staring wistfully off into the increasingly illuminated, yet partially clouded sky. Mounds of grey and white passed carelessly over head as the gentle breeze carried the whistle of the awakening forest, now teeming with echoes of buzzing dragonflies zipping between the trees and the chatter of birds eager to catch any unlucky enough to drift above the treeline.

It was so... peaceful. Kasumi found her thoughts awash with ideas on how to move forward. She hadn't truly answered Ayane's question. And she hadn't truly thought of a real answer.

Her thoughts were pushed to the corner of her mind when she felt an unexpected sensation.

She looked down to see the hajinmon ninja's tender bottom lip brushing against her exposed nipple, almost coyly, as if asking for approval to continue. Kasumi might've found it to seem playful if not for the young woman's expression, or lack thereof. She looked as though she were in a trance.

"Ayane?"

The younger woman gave no answer.

Kasumi's breathing hurried slightly, gasping quietly as Ayane's lips suddenly enveloped her nipple. Ayane brought one leg over her sister's waist, and Kasumi could feel the purplette's groin press against her thigh.

"Ohhh..." Kasumi mewled softly as she felt her sister's warm tongue slide across her hardening nipple. Ayane's lips started to completely engulf the older woman's pink aureola, her wet mouth puckering and opening slightly with each sultry movement of her tongue.

Kasumi didn't know how to react. This was unusual... different.

"Mmmm..." Ayane cooed with each increasingly bold lick.

"What is she doing...?" Kasumi thought to herself.

The answer abruptly burst into her consciousnesses just as Ayane's plush lips tightly encircled her nipple and began suckling hungrily on her right breast.

"Oh my god! She's trying to..."

Wet slurping sounds emanated from the young, lilac-haired ninja's mouth as her tongue and lips licked and sucked Kasumi's breast possessively.

Kasumi's nipple was almost painfully erect as Ayane's hot tongue flicked it back and forth, bathing it with saliva.

The elder sister groaned restlessly as a sharp pressure developed within her breasts, making them tender and unusually sensitive. She initially wanted to pull the young woman off of her and push her away, but amidst the context of their prior words, she realized she couldn't bear to do so.

Looking down at the violet ninja, she saw only a desperate, damaged girl reaching out in any way imaginable for some semblance of comfort, any hint of maternal care.

Kasumi had no desire to consider the psychological ramifications of Ayane's state of mind. Right now, she only knew that Ayane looked at her, if only briefly, as a surrogate healer for years of mental and physical abandonment. The realization of this bizarre, Freudian complex manifesting before her eyes forced her to see what she felt should have been evident moments ago.

Ayane saw her as a sister.

She also saw her as a lover.

And, if only for this moment, Ayane saw Kasumi as the maternal figure that Ayame, in her absence, never was.

And if only for this moment, Kasumi wanted nothing more than to provide comfort to the agonized young woman before her.

"They all abandoned you... but I won't..."

With those words echoing in her mind, she placed one hand behind Ayane's head and began caressing those lush, lavender locks, encouraging the girl further. The pressure in her breasts finally had arrived at her erect, swollen nipples, causing her to moan at the minor pain caused by the expansion and opening thereof. Ayane moaned and cooed while suckling on the heaving mound of malleable flesh, and her hips had begun gyrating up and down, rubbing her womanhood against her elder sister's naked thigh. Her waist seemed to move independent of her torso, which remained firmly pressed against the redheaded kunoichi's slender body.

"That's it... good girl..." Kasumi whispered gently as she continued running her fingers through Ayane's lilac tresses lovingly. Rather than revulsion, Kasumi felt a warm feeling of empathy and regard for Ayane's well-being wash over her.

"Mmmmm... Mmmmm...!" Ayane groaned, bucking and rocking her hips with each girlish gasp of bodily pleasure.

Ayane's helpless arousal was apparent from the wetness that developed between her legs as she suckled her sister's bosom hungrily.

"You're doing great... we're almost there..." Kasumi cooed warmly as she continued running her hand through Ayane's hair, wincing mildly at the sharp pressure which had come to a point at her now noticeably swollen nipples.

"Kasumi..." Ayane muttered almost sorrowfully out of the corner of her lips, her mouth still occupied entirely. She looked up into Kasumi's eyes, her brow furrowed and her own gaze a mix of confusion, hopeless arousal, and fear of rejection. Kasumi could tell that Ayane didn't know exactly why she was doing this, but her primal, anguished expression conveyed the sense that she had passed the point of no return. She was practically in heat.

"Shhhhh..." Kasumi whispered. "It's okay..." With that, Kasumi placed one hand under her breast to prop it up more comfortably for her little sister.

Ayane now rubbed her slick sex wantonly against Kasumi's thigh, which was now thoroughly wet from the friction of Ayane's outer lips against her skin. She moaned copiously against the redheads's soaking nipple as she thrust her hips against her with increasing abandon.

"Ghahhh..." Kasumi groaned. She looked down at her right nipple, standing taut as if at attention, and glistening at the tip, a tiny bead of moisture growing at the end before forming a white droplet which formed a trail down the bottom of her breast.

"Mmmmm..." Ayane moaned in a heavy, satisfied breath, indicating that her left nipple was in the same state as the right.

"Oooohhhh!" Kasumi yelped as the pressure reached an almost unbearable level.

Kasumi was lactating.

With a quick yelp escaping her lips, Kasumi felt a sudden jet of the viscous white liquid squirt from her nipples, the left breast shooting it directly into Ayane's mouth, much to the girl's delight.

"Oh, Ayane..." Kasumi mewled, feeling what had to be ounces of lactate seeping from her expanded nipples and into her sister's welcoming mouth and down her right breast, dripping into the dirt beneath her. "You're doing great, baby... we're almost done..."

Ayane's hips and lower body moved of their own volition now. The honey-sweet taste of Kasumi's breastmilk combined with the delicious friction of her soaked pussy against Kasumi's thigh sent her into oblivion. She began sucking hard on Kasumi's nipple, eager to get every last drop possible, her hot, wet tongue writhing and wrapping around the erect flesh, squeezing and kneading greedily as her own saliva dripped and seeped down one side of Kasumi's breast.

"Ayane..."

The younger woman glanced up in reply, never stopping her tongue-work.

"Can you come for me?" Kasumi asked tenderly, before uttering the words to embrace this fantasy in its entirety. "Can you come for Mommy?"

Those words sent Ayane careening over the edge of rapture. She humped Kasumi's thigh with an animalistic stamina, the loud sound of her drenched pussy slapping against the older woman's leg reverberating through the morning air.

"...Yes! Yes, Mommy! I'm COMING!" Ayane screamed, bucking her hips one last time ferociously before feeling her body begin to convulse and shake with the aftermath of her climax.

A few moments passed, and Kasumi simply held Ayane close as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

As Ayane lay resting atop the runaway kunoichi, Kasumi held her close, resting her chin on Ayane's forehead.

"I... don't know where that came from..." Ayane said with an underlying tone of remorse. "I don't... I don't expect you to understand..."

Kasumi cut her off abruptly. "I understand enough."

Ayane feared the worst.

"You don't need to explain anything to me, or anyone else." Kasumi said sternly but gently. "But I do owe you an answer."

Ayane gave a her a curious, quizzicle expression.

"You asked me if I needed a sister or a lover." Kasumi said, placing her palms on either side of Ayane's face before pulling her in close.

Ayane yelped as Kasumi leaned forward and covered her velvety lips with her own, pressing her tongue into the girl's mouth, prompting a sigh of pleasure and delight from the violet ninja.

Kasumi pulled back just enough to say one thing.

"My answer is both."