I hope this isn't too horrible

It just wasn't enough.

Biting my lip, I tried to stifle my breathing and moans as I feverishly pressed my fingers further into myself. Leaning against the cool stone wall, I slipped down it unable to keep myself upright.

It just wasn't enough anymore. Even adding another finger just wasn't enough. It wouldn't ever be enough, not anymore. Choking back a gasp as the image flashed through my mind once more, the sight I had come across just moments before.

I had been alerted to the sounds coming from Marx’s room, his door had been left slightly open, an unusual thing for my normally diligent older brother. Being curious I had peaked through the crack and had to slap a hand over my mouth to stop from gasping. There on the bed was a sight I had never thought I would see, never thought I would be lucky enough to see.

My beloved brother was for once out of his armor, that was the first thing that struck me. That thought was quickly thrown out the window though when I saw what he was doing. Sitting on his bed I watched with wide eyes as his hand moved over his cock. Not able to tear my eyes away from it I felt my whole body flush as I watched my older brother stroke himself. It was big, bigger then I had imagined even on those really late and lonely nights. Forcing myself to swallow, I slowly stepped away from the door, it was to much, to watch my beloved older brother do that, it was to much for me.

I hadn't even noticed my hand snaking down my body until it had slipped into my panties. Biting my lip I leaned against the wall and gently rubbed my fingers against my clit. How was I so wet already? Just the sight of my beloved brother in such a state was enough to get me like this? Closing my eyes I strained my ears to listen in as I slid my fingers further down, one into myself. I had to choke back a sob at the feeling. It felt so good, to be filling myself up with something, it wasn't enough though. My fingers could never be enough anymore, now that I had seen what I could never have. They would never be enough when I touched myself, it had been bad enough when I had realized just how much bigger his hands were then mine. Those late nights where I would imagine his deep voice coaxing me into taking his large fingers inside as he got me ready for his cock. Now that I had seen the real deal though, now that I knew just what to imagine splitting me open as he pushed his way inside, they just weren't enough. Just the thought of my brothers large cock pushing itself into me was enough for me to feel my slick start to drip down my thighs.

What had always been a fantasy had just been given so much more, all those late nights up watching my older brother practice with his sword. Those nights were going to be unbearable now. Most nights were difficult now. Ever since Camilla had teased me when I had described my perfect man, pointing out that I had just described my big brother. She had just been teasing, but it had hit be like a brick wall, I had a crush on my older brother. Things had only gotten worse from there. I mean, I was sitting on the floor outside of his room with my fingers shoved up my snatch while I listened to my older brother masturbate in the other room, this was about as desperate as you got.

So caught up in my own thoughts and pleasure I didn't notice when my brother had finished, I definitely didn't notice as footsteps coming from his room. If I had I might have been able to make this a little less horrendously embarrassing for myself.

“K-Kamui?!” A deep voice exclaimed in shock, ripping me back to the present.

My head whipped up so fast I could have given myself whiplash; red eyes widening in embarrassed fear as I took in the shocked look on my older brothers face. I must have made quite a sight there on the floor, hands shoved into my panties on the floor outside of his room. My face felt like it was on fire as I just stared up at Marx.

“Kamui, wh-what are you doing?” He managed to ask, there was a light flush spreading across high cheekbones, if I was any less mortified I would have fallen a bit more in love with him.

“Big Brother...” I managed to gasp out before turning my gaze away, I just couldn't keep it when I had just literally been caught with my hands down my pants. I didn't want to see the shame and hate on his face. “I'm sorry... I didn't mean... I just...” I couldn't continue. I felt a few tears start to roll down my cheeks, soft hiccups coming from me as I tried to hold back my sobs. I didn't want to embarrass myself even further.

He was quiet for a long time, I don't know what he was thinking as he looked down at me. Finally I heard him let out a sigh before I felt a calloused thumb brush over my cheek, wiping a tear away. “Calm down my little princess.” He was trying to keep his voice soothing as his other hand gently took the one that was still in my panties and carefully pulled it out. “Take a deep breath, when you are ready how about you come into my room and tell me what exactly is going on here.”

His voice was so soothing, there wasn't a hint of anger or disgust in it, yet. I found myself nodding and unconsciously following what he had told me. Taking a few deep breaths before I allowed him to help me up. Marx gently ushered me into his room and sat me down at his desk chair. He was quiet as I sniffled and gathered myself up a bit more. It took a while, but eventually I was able to raise my gaze up to meet his own.

“Are you feeling better.” I nodded. “Good, I am glad. Now if you could explain yourself, that would be much appreciated.”

“You... you don't hate me?” The hope that was rising in my chest with every passing moment he didn't yell at me or punish me was almost sickening. To think I depended so much on this was... maybe this crush had started to go a bit far.

I watched as his brow furrowed and he studied me for a moment before sighing and reaching up pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, Kamui, I don't hate you. I could never hate my little sister. I just want to know what you were thinking.”

“Ah that... I didn't mean to... to do that in the middle of the hallway.” He didn't say anything just waiting for me to continue, somehow that was worse. “I just... I saw that your door was open and... umm... I couldn't help it.” I was sure my face matched Luna's hair as I sat there watching my brother for any sort of reaction. What was he going to say? How much trouble was I in?

“I see.” He finally spoke after a moment, a slightly pained expression appeared on his face before disappearing. The pink was back dusting his cheeks, this was just all around an embarrassing situation; we had both been caught with our hands down our pants. “I am sorry you had to see that. I never meant for you to see something like that.” We were both quiet as awkward silence seemed to spread through the room. As was expected from my older brother he broke it, I didn't know if I could have. “Maybe we should just both forget this ever happened.”

No! That wasn't what I wanted! That would probably be best but... but I couldn't contain it anymore. Even if it made things awkward between us I couldn't stand him not knowing at least. “I can't do that big brother!” Ignoring the startled look at my outburst, I gathered my courage and stood up. “I need to get this off of my chest. Even if this does make you hate me I can't keep it hidden any longer. I love you Marx. Not as a brother, but as a man.” Hoo boy! I said it! It was out in the open. Somehow I felt lighter then before. I wasn't sure if I would be seeing Marx again after this, but life was just becoming more and more miserable. After tonight though, if I hadn't said anything things would have just become unbearable.

Gathering up the tattered remains of my courage I bravely pressed on. “I know that isn't something that a little sister should say to their big brother, but I can't help it. I ju-!” My speech was cut off by the soft feeling of Marx capturing my lips with his. It was brief and when he pulled away, righting himself back to his impressive full height I caught sight of the blush back on his face. “Marx...”

“I too have felt that way about you for a while. I love you. I've always wanted to say these words to you. I guess it just took this incident for this to come out in the open.” He looked embarrassed, I knew he liked to keep things hidden from us, sometimes we could practically feel his frustration at certain things. To hear my strong older brother say such words to me, knowing he always chose his words carefully. Without a second thought I got up and practically threw myself in a hug around him. Burying my face in his strong chest I took a deep breath of his strong comforting scent. This feeling that was filling me up was the best I had ever felt. The warmth of his strong arms wrapping around my smaller frame, the feeling of safety and comfort as I stood there taking everything I could about him in.

“I never imagined... that you would feel the same way.” I felt more then heard the chuckle rumble through his chest as I pressed against it. His strong arms squeezed me a little tighter for a moment, I could feel his thumb rubbing comforting little circles on my hips. We stood there for a moment, taking in the whole situation, and maybe taking in just a bit of each other. Finally I looked up and felt a small smile spread across my face as I caught sight of his own smile. Without thinking to much about it I stood up on my tip toes, stretched my neck out and placed a kiss on his lips.

Some sort of spell must have broke over the two of us. The moment I kissed him he pressed forward himself, making the awkward but wonderful angle a little better on me. I felt his strong arms adjust a bit, one sliding down just under my ass while the other settled in the middle of my back, he lifted me up like I was made of nothing. Gasping in surprise, but all to happy to be closer I wrapped my legs around his hips to make it a little easier and my arms around his neck. I couldn't believe it, that this was real, that I was really being held like this by my older brother. I could tell that he had more experience then I did, which wasn't hard seeing as I only had none. As much as the thought made me burn with jealousy, I somewhat appreciated it. The way he was taking control over the situation, it was was overwhelming the way he captured my lips, the way his tongue dove into my mouth like it was staking its claim there. He knew what he wanted and he had every intent on taking it.

When he pulled away a bit to press a kiss to my forehead I could only stare open mouthed and panting slightly. “Breath Kamui.” The rumble from his chest as he spoke reverberating through my entire frame.