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"No, it was my pleasure."

His voice was kind. Kamui turned to leave, but found himself unable to. I didn't want him to. What he said was true - I'd rather speak up, but found myself gripped. Was it really terror, though? 

I don't know. 

"I..."

My voice startled me, and I just found myself looking at him... at my brother. There was no way he could accept me if he knew... if only he knew what happened back then. 

"What is it? Did you forget something?"

My head shook. "I'm a... ...I'm sorry. You'd be better off with a different sibling." My head lowered, and I could feel his eyes become severe. My self pity even disgusted me, just a little. Surely, even my kind brother had a limit. These were the thoughts that filled my head, even as our eyes met.

Yes, even as our lips met. 

Wait. I tried to tell him to wait, but it just made our lips move together, softness against softness. At least this way, I thought, I might have some use to him. Yes, this is about what I deserve... Even giving him my first kiss I was deriding myself.

"Do you really believe that?" he asked, kindness in his voice, but severity in his eyes. I nodded, and he kissed me again, making my eyes go wide as I realized - my brother was holding my arms, fingers sunk into them enough to hurt. Marks would be there for days. I think... one of my legs was shaking, then. 

"B-brother, wai-" I tried to protest, but a third kiss came, and a fourth, more and more as I felt myself sinking against his bed. 

I was terrified, but somehow, that terror felt like it was no longer warranted. I thought I'd be able to tell him about our shared history some day, but I'll admit... I was a little bit lost in the sensation of his body. 

When did I begin to see him this way...? I'm still... not quite sure... 

Once one of my arms was released, as if recited from years of practice, it clutched behind his neck and held him to me. Our lips weren't stopping, even as my brother's hand came to my chest, and clutched me hard. As if he was trying to clench a full fist and I was in his way... My body quaked. For the first time in my life I realized how much I'd grown without him growing beside me. I was practically a woman, and now..

"If it's for today, it's okay," he told me. Just today.. it made him feel far away. "If it's you, it's okay," I replied. He could return tomorrow or the next day like this, as often as he liked, as long as he didn't leave. My stomach was tight, swimming with emotion and hesitation, but as I was clinging to him tightly there was no way for me to come ashore... so to speak. 

Maybe he could sense the hesitation. The guilt behind my love for his form - the form of my brother. Whatever the case, after being kissed to breathlessness, after ribbons were loosened and removed, the layers of my clothing skewed by his hands... I felt his claws, and the heat of his massive body. I'll admit, seeing him ever so briefly as a... monster, as some divine being, it made accepting my feelings easier.

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I didn't fight it.

The body of my brother was sleek... warm inside, and somehow cold to the touch. It was flexible, and bent in ways ordinary beings couldn't. As he moved, his horns brush through my hair, cradling my head on his neck. Why should I have fought it?

"If it's you," I told him, trying to reassure myself as claws dug into my hips tenderly. For just a moment, trying to find eyes I knew I wouldn't find, I saw it - vaguely equine, unmistakable. Shameful. My cheeks flared before it did and I wrenched my eyes away. "It's okay," I barely managed, finshing my statement and making another to the notion of... my brother making love to me.

As if it really were okay... what with foreign heat throbbing through my cheeks and ears, making me dizzy as I lay on his bed - in his grasp, in the embrace of his form and claws. Nothing happened with the first hit - I saw through firmly shut eyes in my mind's eye how it must have looked, meeting my maidenhead and bending ever so slightly against the tension as my brother tried to claim me. The second push had me whimpering, and I very clearly remember my legs shaking, arms clutched about him in anxiety.

I think he knew it hurt. 

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There was no way it couldn't hurt... the third stroke sunk more than half of it into my body, and I writhed. Since then, I'd learned that my brother... at least, in this form... his sex reached from my fingertips up past my elbow. I'm still kind of... amazed at that...

Amazed at what I could endure for him... Maybe I screamed, because I remember a claw on my mouth, but even so I was happy. Even if I was crying, I was happy that Kamui was there, that it was him. I started to feel him withdraw from me, only to hear his claws scrape on the floor of his room as he began to... rut forward... my elder brother began to make love to me with his inhuman form, with inhuman desire... something that made my cheeks flare up more than each firm, slow thrust. 

Half of a forearm's length was inside of me, being pulled to the wider tip before with shaking hips he drove back into me. Every last stroke had his bed shake, a bedpost lifting from some thrusts as he made room inside of me, made me experience him... With my arms quaking around him and my body twisting, wringing at his heat inside of me. Somehow I felt his hips meet mine, his heartbeat throbbing deep in my belly, and he began in earnest. 

He was struggling until then, after all, I was too small for him. 

But, I endured it for him. 

Now, every buck of his hips sent me sinking into his mattress, rattled the frame, and felt as if I was being struck from within as he bottomed out in my body. In time, through a haze of feeling, I felt the sting of bleeding against every pulsing of his manhood. Without a word, he made love to me intently, leaving not even a millimeter of space in my body. I tried to confess into his claw, to fill the shared silence between us, but all that sounded in the room was a muffled cry followed by a hundred more.

How long did it last...? Long enough to be perfect, for my legs to find their way around my brother's body and squeeze it with my knees, long enough for me to find my release for the first time in my life... around my brother.

And he found his, too, buried in the body of his younger sister.

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Every rope of it was hotter than the rest of him, and hit inside of me as if I was being beaten by it. There was no way to avoid the fact of my brother inseminating me. I knew, of course, this was how children were born... But I wondered if I'd been injured beyond having them. It didn't matter then, I'd worry about it later. For his sake, for his pleasure - the pleasure of my brother, who I'd wronged so severely - I moved my hips in small, careful circles, my head canting back while panting through my nose. 

He had me pinned by my mouth, hips pressed onto his by the other claw. Even as he climaxed, he would give shaking pushes forward until he was completely emptied into my body. It withdrew slowly, and his arms finally embraced me in a hug when he knew I couldn't speak anymore, Kamui's human form against mine. 

And just like that... My brother, whom I'd loved since I first saw him, had made me pregnant. 

Every now and then, I imagine it... That sea of seed filling within me bit by bit, overwhelming the defenses of my body and swarming around within me... finally laying claim to me anywhere and everywhere it could. I was defenseless, and so I became pregnant. 

Even though our relationship had grown closer, the kind of bond that might get an A grade, I worried he wouldn't come back. Of course, he did... And that's why your uncle is also your father, and why you have to sleep two rooms down so we don't wake you... Or your sister, or your brothers, or... well, any of you children, anyway. 

I'm not sure if I should apologize, but... Sorry, Kanna.

He really helped me overcome my fears, you know.

Sometimes I get carried away, but it's just because I love my brother, very much.