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The digital clock on Mikan's bedside table read 1:45 AM.
Mikan lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The sheets were cool, the room was quiet, but her mind was anything but quiet. Her lips still tingled from the kiss in the living room. Her skin felt too tight, too sensitive, yearning for a touch that wasn't there.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. Rito. Her brother. The one who had held her on his lap and told her she was the most important person in his world.
'I want him…' she admitted to herself in the dark. 'I want him here.'
Knock. Knock.
The sound was barely a whisper against the wood of her door.
Mikan sat up, her heart leaping into her throat. "Rito?"
The door slid open. Rito stood there, silhouetted by the dim hallway light. He was wearing his sleep shorts and a t-shirt, his hair messy. He looked hesitant but determined.
"Can I come in?" he whispered.
"Y-Yeah," Mikan breathed.
He stepped inside and closed the door, sealing them in her private sanctuary. He walked to the side of her bed and sat down on the edge.
"I couldn't sleep," Rito admitted, his voice low and honest. "The bed... it just feels too big today. I kept thinking about how you felt on my lap earlier."
Mikan blushed in the dark. "Me too. I... I missed you."
"It's been a long time since we slept together, hasn't it?" Rito asked, a soft smile touching his lips. "Remember when we were kids? Whenever there was a storm, I'd come in here."
"There's no storm tonight," Mikan pointed out, though she shifted over, making room for him.
"There is inside me," Rito murmured.
He climbed into the bed beside her. The mattress dipped under his weight. He pulled the covers up over them, creating a warm, intimate cocoon.
He didn't touch her immediately. He just lay there, facing her. Mikan turned to face him, their noses inches apart. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, that addictive, masculine warmth she had grown to crave.
"Rito..." she whispered.
She reached out, her hand finding his chest through his t-shirt. She traced the line of his pectoral muscle, feeling his heart thudding beneath her palm.
"Please touch me," she pleaded softly, her voice trembling with a mix of shyness and need. "Like you did downstairs. Dote on me, Onii-chan."
Rito's breath hitched. The way she said "Onii-chan", not as a scold, but as a lover, broke something inside him.
"Okay." he whispered.
His hand moved to her waist, slipping under her pajama top. His palm was hot against her cool skin. He stroked upward, his fingers grazing her ribs, his thumb brushing the soft underside of her breast.
"Your skin is so soft," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "So smooth."
He kissed her nose. Then her cheek.
"I am taking it off, Mikan. All of it."
He sat up slightly, pulling the hem of her pajama top. Mikan sat up with him, raising her arms obediently. He pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
She wasn't wearing a bra. The moonlight filtered through the window, painting her pale skin in silver. Her small, perfect breasts rose and fell with her shallow breathing, the nipples already hardening in the cool air.
Rito stared at her, his eyes dark with adoration.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "You're perfect, Mikan."
He reached for the waistband of her shorts. Mikan lifted her hips, letting him peel them down, leaving her completely bare before him.
She shivered, feeling exposed, but the look in his eyes, pure, unadulterated worship, made her feel like a goddess.
"Rito..." she whimpered, reaching for him.
"Come here," Rito said, pulling her towards him. He shifted, sitting back against the headboard, and guided her until she was straddling his lap, her bare skin pressing against his clothed chest.
"Let me make you feel good," he whispered into her ear. "Let me show you how much I love you."
…
Mikan sat straddling Rito's lap, her naked thighs squeezing his waist, her bare chest rising and falling with short, shallow breaths. She felt small against him, fragile, but the arms wrapped around her back were solid as steel.
"Relax," Rito murmured, one hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair, gently pulling her head back. "Just feel it."
His other hand moved.
It didn't go down immediately. It came up to cup her breast. It was a gentle, reverent weight. His thumb brushed over the pale pink peak, which was already hard as a stone in the cool air.
"Nnngh!" Mikan gasped, her back arching.
Rito circled the nipple, teasing it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger with a skill that felt instinctive yet practiced. He watched her face, drinking in every twitch of her expression.
"You're so sensitive here," he whispered, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck. "Is it because no one has ever touched you like this before?"
"Y-Yes..." Mikan whimpered. "Only you... only Onii-chan..."
The taboo title hit Rito like a drug. He groaned, his hand sliding down from her breast, trailing fire across her ribs, her stomach, until his fingers found the soft spot between her legs.
She was already soaked.
Even before he touched her properly, her juices were coating her inner thighs. Rito smiled against her neck.
"You're already crying for me down here," he murmured.
He slid his hand between her legs. His middle finger found her slick, swollen center and began to rub.
Schlick... schlick...
"AHH!" Mikan cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily.
Rito didn't stop. He held her hips firm with his other arm, keeping her anchored against him while his fingers worked their magic. He didn't thrust inside; he focused entirely on the sensitive nub at the top, circling it, teasing it, applying just enough pressure to send bolts of lightning up her spine.
"R-Rito... wait... it's too...!"
"It's not too much," he soothed, maintaining the rhythm. "You can take it. You want it, don't you? You want to feel good for me."
Schlick-schlick-schlick.
The sound of wet friction filled the quiet room. Mikan's hands clawed at his shoulders, her nails digging into his t-shirt. Her head fell back, her mouth opening in a silent plea. The pleasure was building too fast, a tidal wave she couldn't control.
"Onii-chan...!" she sobbed, the pleasure mixing with the overwhelming realization of who was doing this to her. "I'm... I'm feeling weird... I'm going to break...!"
"Break then," Rito whispered, his fingers moving faster, vibrating against her clitoris. "Break for me, Mikan."
She tensed. Every muscle in her small body locked up. Her thighs clamped around his waist, trembling violently.
"I'm... I'm coming! Onii-chan!"
Just as her scream began to rise, Rito moved. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down, crashing his lips onto hers.
He swallowed her scream. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to mirror the rhythm of his fingers below.
The sensory overload was the final straw.
Mikan shattered.
"MMMPH—!"
Her body convulsed in his arms. And then, deep inside her, something gave way.
SQUIRT!
A clear, hot stream of fluid erupted from her, soaking Rito's sleep shorts, drenching his thighs, and pooling warmly between them.
She squirted against him, wave after wave, her body shuddering with the force of her first-ever orgasm. She cried into his mouth, tears leaking from her closed eyes, her entire being unravelling in his arms.
Rito held her through it all, kissing her, stroking her hair, whispering praise against her lips as she soaked him with her release.
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