Upside Down 34 Chapter 32: Decision

"Wow! Twins! I'm so happy for you Mom!" Chinatsu tells her with a huge smile.

"You two realize I'll need your help with them, right?"

"We would be happy to help. Won't we Sornee?"

Right then, a thought occurs to me. My eyes widen and I start trembling.

"Sora, are you alright sweetheart?" Mama asks me.

Alarmed, I ask, "Are the babies okay? The drugs they shot you with didn't hurt them did it?"

She kneels down and pulls me to her. "No sweetheart, The doctors told me they are perfectly fine. It's alright, so don't worry."

She says that, but I'm horrified. The thought, 'They could've killed her babies just to get me,' repeats endlessly. I start backing away from her while shaking my head. They were desperate enough to send fifty men after me this time, what will they do next?

"Sora, I'm fine, so are the babies. Calm down alright." she tells me as she pulls me back against her. "Settle down sweetheart, everything's fine."

"No Mama, it's not fine. What's going to happen when they come again?" I ask apprehensively.

"Sora, come here sweetheart." Dad tells me. Mama lets me go, I walk back to him and he pulls me into his lap. "I realize you are afraid that something will happen again. After what happened, I can't say I blame you, but since the attack the security detail has been increased around the house. The police have also increased the roving patrols around the area to help spot anything out of the ordinary. Alright? As hard as it may be to do so, try to put it out of your mind and just carry on as if nothing happened. We are as safe as we can be."

"...But Dad…"

"No buts sweetheart. Carry on with your normal life. Go see Airi, go to physical therapy, go shopping, see a movie, go to Playland with your sister and friends, do whatever you want. It would take a mechanized battalion to break through security now. It's my fault for underestimating what could happen then."

I'm sure he's right, Dad was in the JSDF after all. He knows what he's doing and he would never take any chances with our safety. Besides, what good is it going to do for a teenage girl to worry over this? Worrying won't change anything and it's not as if I can do anything about it. I suppose I should simply do as Dad said and live as normally as possible. If nothing else, it will be interesting to see the reaction of people if they openly follow around teenage girls.

"Okay Dad, thank you. When I thought they could hurt Mama or the babies, I kind of lost it a little."

"You love your Mother, so it's perfectly understandable." He leans close to my ear and whispers, "Thank you for protecting her and your little sisters." He hugs me tight enough that I groan. "Sorry sweetheart, sometimes I forget my own strength."

I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck to hug him back. "I'm not all that fragile Dad. I'm happy Mama and my little sisters are alright, but I hate what I had to do. Okay, I'm going to go help with dinner now."

I slide off his lap and head toward the kitchen.

It just occurred to me, I never told you much about Mama and Dad, have I? My bad.

Dad is a good looking man with short black hair and black eyes. He's thirty-nine years old, 178cm tall, and weighs in around 89kg. No, he's not fat. He's quite trim actually and pretty heavily muscled. Let's put it this way, when he wrapped me in his coat to carry me out the hospital, he carried me out in one arm and my 46kgs didn't strain him at all. He's a very kind, gentle person, unless you mess with someone he cares about. That's something I have always dearly loved about him. He loves Mama and dotes on us kids. There is nothing he wouldn't do for his family. I truly hope I can find someone like him to marry when the time comes.

Mama's thirty-three years old, 165cm tall, and I would guess around 54 kg. Thing is she doesn't look anywhere near her age, I would place her in her early to mid-twenties at most. She has long black, waist length hair with sparkling blue eyes. Most people that see her would describe her in one word, beautiful. Gentle, caring, great cook, intuitive (you'd be hard pressed to get a lie past her), open-minded, and even somewhat stubborn. If she wants something a certain way you can pretty much bet it will go that way. It's easy to see how much she loves Dad, not to mention she's a wonderful Mama. She doesn't dote on us like Dad does, but she always has time for us girls. I've often thought that I want to be just like her when I grow up. Hopefully, I can be just as good of a Mother as she is.

Anyway, Mama told me she met Dad while she was still in high school and he was in the JSDF. They married right after she graduated. She had begun to attend college when she found out she was pregnant with Chinatsu. Dad left the service once they knew and became an attorney, a rather successful one at that. Mama never went back to college because she said she prefers being a Mother to anything else.

Whoa! Time flies when you cook with your head in the clouds doesn't it? I'm surprised I didn't cut a finger off or burn myself. Auto-pilot seems to work for me. Mama and I set the serving dishes on the table and take our seats.

While we are eating, I remember that I hadn't told them about my appointment with Airi.

"Umm, Airi wants to see me Wednesday at 10:00 in her office."

Dad stops his chopsticks halfway to his mouth, "That's fine, we expected she would want to talk to you further. Honoka will take you in."

"Okay, thank you Dad."

"Speaking of doctors, do you want me to reset your physical therapy appointments?" Mama asks me.

"Mhmm, definitely. I'd like to get to where I don't tire out so quickly."

"Okay, I'll do that in the morning."

"Mama, Dad, is it okay if Chinatsu, Honoka and I go see a movie and shopping tomorrow? I kind of feel the need to get out of the house and do something."

Mama glances at Dad, who swallows and says "Sure, just make sure you stay with Honoka. I mean both of you stay with her. Alright?"

"Okay Dad." Chinatsu and I chorus our answer.

"What are you wanting to shop for?" Honoka asks.

"You'll see." I tell her with a mischievous grin. She looks at me a puzzled expression.

I've told you before Honoka is a good looking woman, but she has this horrible propensity to dress far older than she should. For instance, at the moment she is wearing some slacks and a white blouse. In and of themselves they aren't necessarily bad, but they fit her so poorly that you would be hard pressed to tell she is a girl even with her big b.o.o.bs.

h.e.l.l, Mama is ten years older than her and dresses younger and far better than Honoka does. What I want to do is buy her something much more age appropriate. Well, more probably something more along the lines of what Chinatsu and I wear. I mentioned she looks like she is around fifteen. I believe that is one of the reasons Dad has her watching over us, but the way she dresses ruins that aspect. I think it would be far better if she can blend in with us and I can easily afford to buy her a few outfits that suit her far better.

I have several ideas that would ma.s.sively improve her femininity and it shouldn't hurt her ability to watch over us. Pleated skirts would allow her total freedom of movement if it came to her having to defend us, even if she did show off her panties doing it. Speaking of panties, she needs new underwear. Hers is a disgrace to young girls, can you say granny panties anyone? Well, that should give you an idea of what I'm thinking.

The movie I want to see is one they advertised a couple of weeks ago. It's a tragic romance story set during the Chinese Incursion of Okinawa three years after the American's pulled their troops all around the world home in 2049. The lead actor is so d.a.m.n hot he makes me wet just thinking about him. Whew… There go my delusions again. Sorry about that. My overactive imagination aside, it's currently the most popular movie in theaters and I think we'll enjoy it.

After we eat, Mama, Chinatsu, and I are cleaning up while Dad is sitting on the couch watching TV. Thankfully, Honoka went back to her room which makes this conversation with Mama a little easier to hold.

"Mama?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you help me look online for some outfit ideas for Honoka?"

"I don't mind, but why do you want to pick out outfits for her?"

"Seriously Mama? Come on, you see how she dresses. She's too cute to dress that way. As it is now she stands out from us too much. I think part of the reason Dad picked her to watch out for me is she looks so young, but…" I trail off leaving what I saying hanging.

"Sora, sometimes I think you're too smart for your own good. That is one of the reasons. She will be going to the academy with you two is another. How did you figure it out? Did Honoka say something?"

I shake my head. "No Mama. It wasn't all that hard to see. I mean, she looks like she's fifteen. I already figured that one out, it only makes sense that Dad would want someone to be able to watch over us at school. The way she dresses though," I s.h.i.+ver exaggeratedly, "I think it would be far better if she fit in with the both of us, so I want to buy her some clothes to do that. Umm… underwear too."

Mama looks into the living room and calls out to Dad. "Honey, our daughter is far too perceptive."

He turns around and looks at us. "Oh? What did she notice this time?"

She chuckles. "Your plans for Honoka to attend school with them. She had some thoughts you might want to hear. They make perfect sense now that she mentions them."

Mama quickly explains what I told her and what I want to do for Honoka. By the time she is finished Dad's eyes are a little wider in surprise.

"I would have never thought of that Sora. Good job. You're right she should blend in with you two. It defeats the purpose of her being with you if she doesn't." He reaches behind him, pulls out his wallet, removes several ¥10,000 notes, and holds them out. "Here take this, use it to buy her some new clothes."

I shake my head. "Thanks Dad, but I've got this. It's not like I can't afford it and I want to do this for her. Regardless of the fact she doesn't fit in with us, she's too cute to dress the way she does. I think it'll be harder for her to turn me down, especially if I use puppy eyes on her."

He chuckles. "You're probably right. Just don't go overboard, no more than ¥100,000. If you go over that, I'll reimburse you."

"Dad, you don't have to do that. I already have far more money than I'll probably be able to spend. That doesn't even include the returns from the money you invested for me."

"I told you, I want you to spend that money on what you want sweetheart."

"I remember. I want to do this for her like I said, so I'm doing what you told me to."

He smiles and shakes his head. "Alright, you win. I'll never know how all the women in this family win all the discussions."

I laugh. "That's an easy question to answer Dad, we take after Mama." He simply shakes his head while smiling and turns around to watch TV again. I almost feel sorry for him, the sole male in a house with soon to be five women, excuse me, six including Honoka.

After we finished cleaning up, the three of us went into Dad's office to use the computer. After talking to Mama and taking into account how body shy Honoka is, we settled on several styles for her. We looked at several shops, but the best one for our purposes was a large women's clothing store called Tokyo West in the mall with the movie theater I want to go to.

That being decided, I thank Mama for her help, I take Chinatsu's hand and we head back upstairs to my room.

When we enter my room she releases my hand, closes the door, a moment later I hear the snick of the lock, and her hands slide around my waist. I turn around in her arms, wrap my arms around her neck and tenderly kiss her, savoring the feel of her soft, warm lips against mine. She slips her tongue into my mouth for a deeper, more pa.s.sionate kiss and she pulls me closer to her.

When I demand more from her, she melts against me, as if surrendering herself. Sometime later I break our kiss and began to trace my lips along her neck while lightly kissing it here and there causing her to s.h.i.+ver and quietly moan.

I gently nibble her earlobe when I reach it, and then whisper, "I love you Chinatsu."

"Oh G.o.d Sora. I love you too. Please don't stop." she whispers breathlessly in my ear.

"I didn't plan to." I whisper back, then move away slightly so I can unzip her dress to allow it to fall to the floor. I unb.u.t.ton my blouse, slip it off and toss it onto the desk, followed by my bra, hot pants and panties.

She smiles at me. "Sora, you are so beautiful."

"So are you." I tell her as I unhook her bra and let if fall.

I slowly make my way down her, planting kisses here and there as I go, pausing to kiss and then lick her nipple. She gasps and immediately grasps the back of my head to pull me tighter against her breast.

Using my teeth, I gently nibble on it, she begins to moan louder and quickly covers her mouth with both hands to stifle them while tremors run through her body as I continue to suck, lick, and nibble. When I continue softly kissing my way down her, I trace my fingertips along her sides making her s.h.i.+ver. Finally I reach her already wet panties and I slide them off of her.

Tracing my fingers along her taut stomach as I stand back up, I find she's flushed, her eyes are damp and breathing roughly as I lean in to kiss her again and I slide my hands up to her perky b.r.e.a.s.t.s to play with her nipples again.

She breaks our kiss to huskily whisper, "Sora, please, no more teasing me, take me to bed now." I take her hand, lead her to the bed where she lays down, and she pulls me down beside her.

I have no idea how long we continued to explore each other, but I do know we did so until I was utterly exhausted. I woke up long enough at 3 in the morning to pull my quilt over the two of us, gently kiss her, and immediately fell back to sleep.