Satsuki and Ryuuko : Pure Imouto Love

>you are Kiryuuin Satsuki, self-proclaimed freedom fighter
>usurper of the Life Fibers
>usurper of your mother’s throne
>or at least, you would have been
>you had no idea what kind of power Kiryuuin Ragyo truly possessed
>you never imagined that the monster you waited so long to kill was a monster beyond your understanding
>a beast, a devil unlike any you had seen before
>she plans to kill every human being, to feed them to her Life Fiber masters
>she killed your dearest father, who only wanted you to be happy in a better world
>she even took away your unnamed sister, the one person you always wanted to meet
>but even that was a deception
>amidst the slaughter, in front of everyone, Kiryuuin Ragyo made her proclamation
>”Daughter of mine!”
>you can hardly believe it
>you don’t want to believe anything that comes out of that bitch’s mouth
>and yet somehow, even when you are broken and battered
>lying on the ground
>watching her rip Matoi-no, Kiryuuin Ryuuko’s heart out
>somehow you always felt that something was off
>there was something about this girl that called out to you
>made you yearn for her
>made you think about her constantly
>made you beg for another opportunity to face her, gloat in front of her, or even just speak with her
>there was always something about Matoi Ryuuko
>but everything fades before you can ponder anything further, and you slip away

>with a start, you sit up
>Mikisugi Aikurou immediately pushes you back down, his expression stern
>”You need to rest,” he demands
>the hell you do
>there is work to be done
>Kiryuuin Ragyo must die
>Harime Nui must die
>the Primordial Life Fiber must burn
>and…
>your thoughts returning to her once again, you panic
>you toss your head to the left and right, but realize you’re just in an empty tent
>a medical tent
>Where are we, you demand
>Where are my Elite Four
>anger sparks in you out of nowhere
>where is Matoi Ryuuko
>WHERE IS MY SISTER
>”Nudist Beach HQ,” that infuriating man replies
>and that’s all he says
>his expression is unchanged, as if none of what happened affects him
>as if you didn’t have the right to see your sister
>suddenly, potential alliances don’t matter anymore
>you want to kill him anyway
>struggling, you sit up once more and brush away his hands this time
>you glare at him with all the might of the Kiryuuin family
>Get out of my sight, you demand
>without another word, he complies
>his expression downcast, the man obeys
>he is beaten, he has given up
>he is without resolve, unlike you
>and with that resolve, you will go to her
>you will discover everything
>you need to let go of everything
>everything that has been building up inside of you
>everything that went unsaid
>you have to see her

>stepping out of the tent, you squint
>your eyes can hardly adjust to the change in lighting
>it’s a giant contained beach
>almost everyone in sight is naked
>Mikisugi is in the water with several other Nudists
>he’s splashing that burly mohawk guy with water
>resolving to wash your hands of this strangeness, you move on
>even without the natural heat of the sun, the sand is warm on your bare feet
>you pass by several other stark-white tents, and glimpse inside each one
>a little piece of you
>a little piece of your resolve dies every time you look in a tent
>Gamagoori
>Inumuta
>Jakuzure
>all of them wounded, tended to by Nudists, eyes shut tight
>enduring the pain
>the pain that you brought on them with your arrogance
>but Sanageyama is nowhere to be seen
>praying that he survived, hoping that he escaped to fight once again, you move on
>to the final tent
>unzipping the flaps, you move inside
>unaware that someone is moving in behind you

>even worn down by the recent curbstomp battle, your senses have not abandoned you
>glancing down at the shadow, feeling hopeful, you venture a guess
>you take a shot in the dark
>Did you think you managed to get behind me, Sanageyama?
>a chuckle, a cocky little laugh
>turning around, you don’t know what to expect, and are surprised to find him well
>minimal injuries, some bandaging here and there
>but he’s not why you’re here
>walking all the way into the tent, you finally grace your eyes with her visage
>Kiryuuin Ryuuko
>the one you always wanted to meet
>the one you never wanted to hurt, or to be hurt
>the greatest of your mother’s sins
>Completely uncaring, unhindered by Sanageyama’s presence, you kneel at her side
>her eyes are shut, but not contorted in pain
>she must be dreaming
>you place a hand on her forehead, accentuated so well by that beautiful hair
>hair so much like your own
>your hand moves to her cheek, resting on that soft, warm area
>every little breath she makes is like a hurricane against your ears, and you find yourself feeling grateful
>thankful for every single breath that she is taking
>every one is a victory, one shared between the two of you
>a victory over that monster
>”She almost didn’t make it, Satsuki-sama. But the Mankanshokus-”
>without turning around to look at him, you raise your hand
>Later, you say
>it’s all that needs to be said, and he knows this
>your loyal follower leaves, and at last you are alone with her
>with the one most precious to you

>your heart is pounding
>your own breaths, in contrast to hers, are scattered
>inconsistent
>unsure of why you’re going so far, you lean down and do the unthinkable
>you press your lips against hers
>grazing the surface
>pulling away, your eyes half-lidded, everything just spills forth
>all of your carefully constructed walls come tumbling down
>tumbling down
>tumbling down
>brushing the side of her cheek with your own, your body gently comes to rest over hers
>nothing makes sense anymore
>almost hugging her form, you bury your face in her shoulder
>too many lies
>breathing becomes hard
>she was here all along
>you’re choking up
>you’re sniffing a lot
>choking out your feelings
>huh?
>when did it start to rain?
>you can’t stop it, you won’t
>she’s here, she’s alive, she’s yours, she’s Ryuuko
>she’s everything to you
>sobbing into her shoulder, she’s the most confusing element in your whole life
>but she completes the equation
>a hand comes up to rest on your neck
>sliding up to your cheek
>”Never...thought I’d see the day…”
>the hand guides your face out of her shoulder, bringing it to rest just above her own
>unique, sapphire eyes stare endlessly into your own
>and with a quiet laugh, Ryuuko smiles at you
>your noses are touching

>”So, do I have to call you onee-chan?”
>oh
>oh, that was stupid, Ryuuko
>what a stupid thing to say
>so why are you laughing?
>why do her words fill you with such overwhelming joy?
>why are you still crying?
>”Eh? No, I didn’t mean...geeze...”
>”I’m okay, I’m really okay.”
>you can’t
>it’s all just too much, everything is too much
>you kiss her again
>this time it’s different
>this time you push, this time you seek out something more
>that burning in your chest, in your entire body
>that aching need
>her eyes are wide, and her hand slips from your cheek
>and for a moment, you’re afraid it’s all over now
>she’ll never want to talk to you, or look at you, or even hear your name ever again
>then her hand moves to the back of your neck
>and Ryuuko pulls you down further
>pulls you down into the kiss that she is now returning
>returning with enthusiasm
>it’s all wrong, nothing is happening as it should anymore
>but to hell with all of that
>fuck the plan
>this is better, much better, so much better than what you’d ever planned
>your body aches, but the slight pains are nothing compared to the pleasures
>the sheer pleasure of having her body pressed against yours, grinding into you
>she’s your sister, but you’d never met
>she was your enemy, but you fell in love with her
>she will be yours, you will have her
>as a sister
>as a lover
>no one will stop that, and it looks like she’s in agreement
>who knew underneath that tough exterior was such a gentle, perverted girl?
>who knew she could tug at your clothing with such force, with such desire?

>you’ve never been like this before
>so bare, so exposed
>it’s different from when you wore Junketsu
>it’s different from when you first put the kamui on
>this is all of you, everything you have to offer her
>this precious offering to your long-lost sister
>to the one you love
>looking down at her as you rest on top of her legs, you are filled with adoration
>she’s blushing
>after all she’s been through, after how hot her blood boils, Ryuuko is blushing up at you
>such modesty, you tell her
>such innocence
>”Is..”
>she looks away, almost ashamed
>”Is that okay?”
>you are filled with tenderness at that sound
>that wonderful sound, the sound of her voice
>so filled with hope
>yes, you tell her, as you move to lie over her, laying kisses along her abdomen
>it’s okay, because we are the same
>it’s okay, because we are sisters
>her blush intensifies, and rather than out of shame, it now persists out of pleasure
>you know exactly what to do, exactly what your instincts tell you to do
>you’ve seen it so many times before in your mind, as you laid awake late at night
>every time you thought of her
>you trail those kisses down to her legs
>down to that precious little spot
>even in such a precarious area, you feel no shame in teasing her
>in seeking out those little utterances of joy
>after much waiting, you finally focus on her womanhood
>you give your ministrations renewed vigor, and she shamelessly gasps out
>she moans so loud you’re afraid they’ll hear
>then she bites her lip, and suddenly you don’t give a damn again

>she deserves nothing less than your full attention
>nothing less than the fullest extent of your abilities
>it’s not long before Ryuuko is panting and clutching the sheets
>not long before she’s quivering at the slightest touch
>you’re entranced by this
>as if you were just a curious child, you marvel as your precious imouto rides out her orgasm
>but this is just the beginning
>you have no intention of disappointing her
>rising up from your position, you resolve to mix things up a little
>as sisters, you’re supposed to support each other, after all
>she’ll have to work for the next one, and she gets the message
>she understands completely when you turn around and trust her with your lower half
>bending your head down to continue, electricity arcs throughout your body
>you gasp out a little when she starts off with such enthusiasm, such rhythm
>you cannot resist, you absolutely cannot miss this opportunity
>are you sure you haven’t done this before, you ask
>you can practically feel her blush, even as she continues to bury her face
>you make it a point to tease her about that later, but not now
>not when the night is still so young
>you rock each other’s bodies like crazy
>euphoria crashes down on you both like endless waves
>after what feels like hours the two of you are a sweaty mess
>Ryuuko doesn’t seem to mind as you rest on top of her, panting
>you give her a gentle kiss on the lips, and return to panting as she smiles
>”Ne, onee-chan…”
>oh no
>no, she did not
>did she really just
>”Let’s go again.”

>morning comes too quickly
>cuddled up against your precious Ryuuko, and utterly spent, the two of you try to rest
>but of course, there’ll be none of that
>not when there is so much work to do
>it’s not long before the tent flaps are open, and artificial light is bleeding through
>”Ryuuko-kun, have you seen-”
>your eyelids flutter open
>her eyelids flutter open
>Mikisugi Aikurou, ever the pest, is standing there
>thankfully, the blanket surrounding the two of you has kept your modesty
>however, there’s little to be done about the two of you holding one another
>resting in each other’s arms
>”A-are those...rose petals?”
>taking a deep breath, and lamenting Ryuuko’s need for a more “romantic” atmosphere, you glare at the Nudist with all of your might
>Take your leave, pig
>he’s gone so quick you could swear he had Life Fibers in his feet
>Ryuuko chuckles a little and asks if that was necessary
>of course, you insist
>moving to get up, a hand on your arm halts your movements
>”I’m not done cuddling, onee~chan~”
>suddenly, you’re back to square one
>naked in the arms of your imouto and lover
>hoping to save face, looking for some way to salvage your pride, you ponder
>she called you onee-chan again
>you could always tell her that there are other things to worry about
>instead
>Hold me tighter, you ask her
>giving you an Eskimo kiss, she happily complies

Fin.