Sinful Breaths [ Rave X DigitalSiren ]

[Rave]

Akira Kagami was the first-born son and heir apparent of the Yakuza. Not just a branch family, not just a sub-sect. The entire Yakuza. The Kagami family had been at the helm for centuries now, ruling over Japan from within shadowed realms. Hidden from laws and social traditions, their entire society bowed their heads to Akira's family and his only. Such was how things were ran, and his father was at the helm of it all. Wealth, power, influence-- he had it all. There was nothing beyond his grasp, even government officials recognized him and gave him way. They would never admit it, but the Yakuza did things the Government were too strict to do themselves, while allowing them deniability and a chance to say how 'wrong' it was to use such methods.

Akira himself, a man of 22, was already given enough responsibility to make him one of the most influential gang-leaders in Japan. While his father ruled from the old capital, Kyoto, Akira operated from Tokyo. He preferred that anyway, to be amongst the hustle and bustle of the big city. He could do more here, expand his reach and his power. He barely went up to Kyoto to see his father anymore, it was all so formal nowadays. Though instead of going over there, soneone was coming to him this time around.

It wasn't his father though, but an envoy. His sister was coming through, from their own home to his new, and that was a much better gift to receive. They had always been close, despite not sharing the same mother. Their upbringing forced them to be, with a father as strict as their own and very little people who could actually understand what they went through on a day to day basis, they often only had each other as a source of comfort and ap lace to vent their frustrations. He didn't much admit it to himself, but Akira was...fond of her, perhaps in ways more than should be acceptable, yet there was no denying it. He was nothing if not honest with himself, and the way he looked at her was the look of a man who coveted something he could not have.

The sun was setting, which meant her arrival was soon. The estate he operated out of looked nice and wealthy from atop, but it ran underground much like their organization did. It was littered in guards and gang-members, all dressed accordingly in their black suits, all carrying their swords at their hips. They were all waiting for her, to escort her upon her arrival into the living quarters where Akira would be waiting for her. He instructed that once she was in, they'd be given complete and utter privacy. He would not have his first meeting with his sister in months be interrupted, nor impeached upon by thieving ears trying to catch the conversation.

After all, they had much to catch up on.​

 

[Bunny]

A sigh left her lips as her car pulled up to the gates of her brother's estate. Ruriko had needed to get away from their father, another moment under the roof of their overbearing, old fashioned... misogynistic. Ruriko was trembling as her chauffeur came around to her door, pulling it open with a slight bow. Slipping from the plush interior, a hand brushed through her dark hair. The dark strands lifted away from her back and fell like ebony spider silk from her fingers and back into place. She'd called Akira and asked if she could some stay. She hadn't said much, but her voice on the phone had held tears and anger. She could hide those from everyone, but not him. Akira had always been there for her, her stable rock in a sea of unending bullshit. Without looking to see that the drive was gathering her things she headed to the gate.

Living the sort of life they did, there were certain things you took for granted. Ruriko knew this, on some level. Like expecting the chauffeur to follow with her bags, or the doors to open without her breaking stride. The sound of her heels softened over the dirt path as she stepped through the gates. Ruriko was a lovely girl, just turned eighteen the month past. A slip of a girl, truth be told, she barely was five feet, though her heels brought her closer to five three. Her hair was lush, a deep inky darkness that picked up the lights in blues and purples; the long length pin straight, falling down to the small of her back. Her skin was a fair porcelain, creamy and pale, easily seen as she strode by the armed guards, her supple limbs bare. The pale blue of her dress brushed along her things as she walked, catching between her thighs ever so slightly. Delicate white flowers covered every inch of the pale fabric. From the daring v that dipped between her breasts, along the slender intake of her stomach to the hem at her thigh.

One man had separated himself from his post near the main building, bowing to her as she slowed. "Miss Ruriko" She offered a soft smile, inclining her head. With little more she found herself led within and deposited before her brother. Akira was handsome, there was no denying that. Taller than her, broader of build, he took after their father. Though where her own eyes were a soft almost blue grey, his were darker, taking after his mother. She had their father's eyes. Waiting until they were alone, Ruriko remained silent, her eyes on his. She had a plan, and Akira was a large part of that plan. She was tired of being told no, of having her life curated by their father. She'd overheard just after he'd denied her request, him speaking of marrying her off soon, to get her out of his hair. To whom, she didn't know... but Ruriko refused to be his pawn. Everyone who was anyone knew their family, knew what they did... There would be no shortage of men vying for her hand with boons promised to her father.

Once alone, she sighed softly, her face softening further. Like her body, Ruriko's face was a picture of perfection. Large eyes, that pale grey blue that had been known to make younger associates of her father stutter when she paid them too much attention for too long. Shielding those lovely eyes were thick black lashes. Her cheekbones were high nose slender and her lips were full, soft and begged to be kissed. One small dark freckle rested under her left eye, a foolish person might have claimed the mark a flaw, but Ruriko loved that little fleck of color on her pale skin. "Brother" Her voice was soft and warm. Her smile grew and she crossed the small amount of space between them to wrap her arms around his waist, the softness of her small body pressing against his as she nestled closer to him “Akira” His name this time was a soft caress, though the cadence of her voice now held the threat of tears.

 

[Rave]

The world stopped when she opened the wooden panel doors and stepped into his room. She commanded the attention of eyes, the minute she walked in somewhere. Not even his father's highest-ranking friends and employees were immune to it. Akira always thought he'd developed some...immunity, to the instant charm and beauty she basked a room with upon her entry, but every time she walked in on him after not having seen him for a while, she proved him wrong. Naturally, this was no different. An arm raised to quickly shoo the two attendants at each side of him, and they promptly exited in the same door-swing she entered from, before the door closed behind them. They kept their distance outside, no standing guard. It was too close, and ears would hear more than they were required to.

Besides, the pair of them were no danger to each other. It wasn't a secret, how close the pair of them were. Ever since she was born he'd protected her, doted on her, given her the affection that his father lacked. Neither of their mothers were in the picture, the tyranny of their father made sure of that. She only had him, to protect her and to keep her safe, to hold her in his lap while she cried upon his shoulder. He'd not admit it as easily, but he too needed her-- when his father beat him for small mistakes, she was the one to lay him on her lap and dab his wounds. They shared a bond only a brother and sister could; but it ran...deeper. Darker. Every touch he laid upon her lingered a second longer than it should. Every time she sat next to him, a hand would end up where it wasn't supposed to go. It was subtle, too subtle to notice by anyone else except the pair of them. It was...electric.

Akira was taller than her, by a large margin. Where she was a petite 5' nothing, he towered over her at 6'2. At twenty two, he was in his physical prime, his body built strong like marble from daily training, covered only in the inked art of their traditions. His hair was slicked back, held in place by a pair of thin glasses than framed a handsome face. He was wearing a white dress shirt, a thin black tie, with a grey vest and pants to match. He'd awaited her seated by a Kotatsu, the floor-leveled table covered in paperwork from a briefcase nearby. "Ruriko." He called her name back, the smile upon his face widening as she approached him and called him by name. He was quick to climb to his feet, loosening his tie slightly before she approached him and wrapped her arms around him. "I've missed you, Ruri." He pulled her up like a little spidermonkey, making her climb him from leg all the way up to waist, where her own legs were firmly wrapped around him so he could hug her in turn without bending down to reach her.

Moments like these really displayed the difference in height between the pair, but he didn't mind. He simply hugged her the best way he knew how, the way they always did it. The pain in her voice was not lost on him though, no matter how soft and warm the greeting mostly was. He leaned back just slightly, a hand rising to cup her cheek so a thumb could caress at the soft skin. "Who bothered you, mm?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer. "I want to think you came to see me just because you miss your older brother but...I can tell, something happened. It's all over your face, ever since you walked in."

 

[Bunny]

Had she ever noticed the way men around her seemed to pause when she entered a room? Yes, but for the longest time Ruriko had just attributed it to respect; she was the daughter of the Kumicho after all. Such things allowed her, like Akira to lead a privileged life that very few could claim to live. It was simple as her meals were comped of fancy restaurants or other small items given freely. Ruriko had never known how to decline such things or to explain that there was no way to inform her father of the boons they offered her to gain his favor. Perhaps her guards reported back to him, but she doubted it. It was no different now with Akira, the way he seemed lost for just a moment. Most others struck to such stunned silence were often ignored by the small female, however not Akira. There was something about how he looked at her that made something within stir.

It had been that way for as long as she could remember. They'd always been close, Akira filling the role their emotionally distant father was unable or unwilling to provide. That softness, as far as she knew, was something rare that other's saw from Akira. She had been about fifteen or sixteen when something had shifted in their interactions. The older she got and the more she understood the more it had shifted from one sided, much to their father's displeasure. It never occurred to him what their closeness could lead to, his displeasure from her being too close to things a woman had no reason to involve herself in.

Lifted into the air, alone with just Akira, her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. Her face buried in the softness of his collar, inhaling his scent. He was her rock, the one to always be there for her. Curled around him, her skirt hiked up around her thighs she lingered in his embrace fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. Only Akira made her want to show such emotions, here they were safe. When his hand touched her face, she lifted it from the hollow of his neck. Pale grey eyes shimmered with tears and she gave a small chuckle, her nose brushing his own in an Eskimo kiss, before she turned her face into his hand, a kiss brushing his palm, lingering there before she turned to face him once more. "I always miss you" There was no lie in her words, Ruri had been missing him dearly since he'd moved out.

Sighing softly she bit her lower lip. "You know me too well'' There was a wry humor in her tone before it faded "I asked Otosan to make me an oyabun" Her voice trailed off. It had been foolish to ask, but had she been a boy she might have been praised for her boldness. As a girl, she was shamed. "Stupid boys club" She muttered it and laid her head on his shoulder, eyes closing some. "He naturally said no" There was more there, but Ruriko had a plan, a way to get what she wished for on more than one level. "Well, you know Otosan is, especially with me" For the most part, their father didn't lay hands on her, he was just cold and distant. Akira knew too well the other side of him, the psychical side that their father did not spare him from. Biting her lower lip she snuggled closer, her nose brushing just below his ear. It almost seemed as if she wished to whisper a secret to him and her voice was softer now than it had been, but there was more to the touch. "I pushed it though. Not smart, but Kira I want to be one so bad..."

Their father had only struck her once before, Akira had been there as she'd pushed their father unwisely unwilling to drop the subject once she'd been all but told to. There was no way Akira wouldn't know what had happened; their father had laid his hands on her once more. Shivering some she nuzzled her nose to the same place before placing a kiss to it. "Lets sit Kira" She had no doubt he could support her slight frame for a while yet, but cuddling into his lap would be soothing, for both of them. If he listened to the suggestion, she would adjust herself in his lap, squirming ever so slightly under the guise of being comfortable. "There is more though" Ruri's voice was down right glum, as if whatever else she had to say was some how worse than their father striking her.

 

[Rave]

With her legs firmly wrapped around him, Akira had to keep her well hung upon his body. It was resolved with an arm sliding beneath the curves of her ass, hoisting her up against him. His groin was subsequently pressed against her own, the skirt she wore hiked up all the way to her thighs leaving whatever she wore beneath it to rub against the fabric of his dress pants. This was just another example of their little...stolen touches. Their interactions that bordered from familial to much more. Perhaps another sibiling would let go, or quietly freak out that such intimate parts of themselves touched through their clothes, but Akira embraced it. Relished it. He always had, ever since they hormones kicked in and they grew up, when sitting on his lap stopped becoming so innocent and starting becoming something else entirely.

He could see her eyes swell with tears, but they never fell. His suspicion before was turned into concern, the way she looked at him all but proved that something bad happened. She loved him and he loved her, how soft and sweet she could be at times-- but he knew she didn't come crying like this for no reason. There were plenty of times where she'd fake being sad just to get in bed with him at night, or curl up to him on his desk chair will he worked, but this felt...different. It felt real. The moment her kiss was placed against his palm, he turned his hand slightly as if to goad a little more, small pressure applied to her lips just so she could kiss a little harder. Her words were sweet, a hint of yearning in them as she nuzzled him and he brushed his nose against her own in turn, his lips so close to her that she'd feel every breath he took flow its warmth against her skin.

"An Oyabun? That's bold of you, Ruri-- but not unexpected I guess, if he knew you at all." He pondered, almost to himself, before letting her carry one. Her head found its place on her shoulder and he adjusted slightly, letting his free hand hold her by grabbing the curve of her rear and hiking her up a little higher against him. "But of course he said no. Leave alone the fact that you're a woman and he's sexist, you're his daughter too." He knew their father too well. His attitude. His old-school methods of thinking, and apparently discipline. Suddenly though, with the last of her words, the grip upon her rear tightened. It was as if his instincts told him to clench his fist but he was holding her instead, so she was the one clenched. He knew her meaning. He was smart enough to connect the dots. Their father had laid hands on her again, and the only thing that kept him from exploding right then and there were those touches just below his ear. They seemed to tame him, the softness of her voice, the way she spoke so that her lips brushed against his skin. They were...distracting the anger, with thoughts of other things no more innocent.

"...I do not care if you pushed it, Riri. I nearly pulled my sword out on him last time he did that to you. But to do so again--..." He stopped himself from speaking. Any more, and he could be declaring himself in open revolution right then and there. Thankfully, she broke the train of thought with a request to sit, and he obliged her. Walking over to a nearby cushion upon the floor, where he sat and immediately lowered her onto her lap. She started squirming as she always had, distracting him from his anger again and provoking that other desire in him a little more boldly. His hands shifted to her waist, pulling her forward so that her back would be to his chest, and in doing so grinding her ass against the hidden length of him hard enough that the friction would produce a small twitch from it. He pretended that didn't happen though, and instead lifted her arm in her hand as if searching for bruises. "Before you tell me what this 'more' is...are you hurt anywhere? Bruised? Let me see. Then tell me what's this 'more'."

He worried for her above all else, but now she had her opening. When he was like this with her, when he knew she needed him and was hurt, nothing was off the table. He'd bribe the moon to bring in tide for her if she wished, what was the title of boss compared to that? It was something he knew he could grant her. Something he knew she sought him out for. She was sweet and innocent, yes-- but to everyone else. On the outside. Behind closed doors? That smirk revealed many intentions only Akira was privy to.

 

[Bunny]

There was more to their touches than ever met the eye. Akira had started it and for a while, she hadn't understood fully. When she had though, it had been confusing for a small bit before she realized the same thing he had. She liked him, at the time it had been in that childish way, Ruriko like liked him. There was a problem with that, the same one Kira was likely aware of; they were siblings. True, they were not full blooded, but it doubtless would matter if they had acted on it. So they hadn't, nor had either ever admitted to the cause of the simple touches. For Ruri it was more than lust, she didn't know if the same was true for Akira, though it felt like there was more than that for him as well. But for her, Akira was everything she wanted in a partner. It was more than just the fact he was tall or she found him handsome... It had a lot of it had to do with how Kira treated her.

Since she had been little Akira had always been the harbor for her in the storm that was life. Be it good or bad, it was him that she wanted to share it with. She felt safe with him, in his arms, no one, nothing could hurt her. When she was upset, he knew how to soothe it away, to draw a smile from her lips. Beyond his treatment of her, Ruriko knew her brother was honorable and fair. She'd watched as he'd grown much as he had watched her. She knew first hand how he handled problems and how he dealt out punishment when required. If Akira had ever had a girlfriend he'd kept it separate from her, though she doubted he was a virgin like she was. She'd also seen women, even if she didn't know more, it wasn't a hard jump. It was hard to not wonder, or to be jealous when she guessed that they had been there for him. Akira in her eyes was very much hers.

Every time he became angry Ruriko soothed him. Blind anger wouldn't help them, if she was to get her way he'd need to think it through. Pulled back into his lap she bit back a chuckle. She was unsure if it was simply to have her closer or to stop the sinful way she squirmed against him. She could feel it's effects either way as he pulled her against him, the hardness beneath her rear and she had felt the way it had twitched. Blushing softly she looked up to him as he began to inspect her for bruises. None could be seen at first glance. Reaching up she brushed her hand along his jaw, gentle, stopping his inspection. "You'd not find it Kira... Make-up is a wondrous thing" The mark on her face had thankfully not lingered, but the one on her wrist? Lifting her thumb to her mouth she licked the tip of her thumb she rubbed at her wrist gently flinching some as she rubbed the makeup away. Beneath the creamy pale foundation was a deep purple bruise. "He.. He backhanded me when I pushed... but when I tried to move away he grabbed my wrist to hold me in place" her voice was soft and she shook her head some. "It only hurts a little now"

Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth before whispering against that spot. "Kira... the more is so much worse." Pulling back some she bit her lower lip. She knew her end goal, but this actually scared her. She didn't want to be married off, with no choice in her husband. To lose... what should have been his. Ruriko couldn't help that feeling. It was taboo... and society told her it was wrong. They danced on the razor's edge without telling one another how they felt, while teasing the very subject with every touch. It was likely why Ruriko had never given anyone her virginity, because the one she wanted to have it couldn't. Or.. Could he? It was part of the plan after all. "Otosan wants to marry me off..." She shivered slightly, her eyes meeting his. "Akira, I don't want to be bartered off like a prized bitch, sold to the highest bidder" There was real fear in her voice and it didn't leave. "I.. I don't want my first time to be with someone I didn't choose"

And there was the start of it all, the first thread to bind them together. The first in her house of cars she was slowly building and Akira was the foundation she needed for everything she desired to come to fruition. Akira, her protective older brother who she knew at the very least desired her body if not more. She'd be taken from him if he didn't act, they both knew it.

 

[Rave]

The moment she showed him that bruise upon her wrist sealed the deal. If he was hesitant about keeping her away from his father before, he harbored no doubt now. There was no room for a second mistake in their family-- and the rules that applied to them should also apply to their father. If they messed up once, they were allowed to try again, but mess up again and they were punished, severly so. Akira had allowed Ruri to get hurt once-- and he barely contained himself when it happend. One more time was out of the question, and it was all over his face when the deep purple bruise was shown upon her wrist. He held the back of her hand gently, pulling her wrist up to his gaze so he could see it a little more vividly. His anger was boiling again, but this time he contained it, instead placing a gentle kiss upon the bruise displayed before him.

But he had no chance to retort, or saying anything in his anger or frustration. A kiss to the corner of his lips were accompanied by words that made his sweat run cold. She'd see his eyes widen behind his glasses, his entire body stiffening beneath her as he grabbed hold of her a little tighter immediately on instinct. "What the fuck do you mean married off." He immediately questioned, the tone of his voice stern and cold. She was not the target of this icy demeanor, but her words provoked a type of cold and silent anger that made Akira...scary, and he rarely showed that side to her.

She explained in full-- and it was those last words. Her first time. Every word she spoke made him grip her harder, his hands bunching along the fabric of her skirt until it was wrinkled and bunched up by her waist-line. He hadn't said anything to her yet. Not in reply to what she'd revealed to him. They stayed a moment like this, held together as Akira's chilled aura surrounded them. It was a calm before the storm. The peak of anger and jealousy that made fire burn blue, not red. When he finally moved, it was not to face her, instead he reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out a cell phone. His free hand slipped between her legs, grabbing onto her inner thigh as a number was dialled quickly. "Shoyou." The name might have been familiar to her, as Shoyou was her brother's first confidant and bodyguard. It wasn't as if Akira needed much protection, considering how deadly he was, but his position demanded it. "Go unpack Rurika's bags in my room. Send three men back to Kyoto, round up the rest of her things and move them here. She'll be staying with us on a more permanent basis." There was a pause as orders were responded to, before he continued again. "Do not cause a fuss. In and out. You have 24 hours."

The call was hung up then, and he tossed away his phone like it was nothing. The icy nature of him ended there, instead, Ruri would be subject to a brand new feeling and look in Akira's eye. Jealousy. It was passionate and angry, as demonstrated by his sudden grip upon her that turned her around in his lap and draped her legs at either side of him. His groin pushed against her own, the length of him pressed up against panties beneath the curtains of her skirt. His hand reached upwards, grabbing her by the neck but not to choke-- this wasn't a violent hold and it was clear. It was...dominant. Claiming. "Let me make something perfectly clear to you, as I will make it to father soon." He paused, his lips an inch away from Ruri's own, the anger and posessiveness in his eyes unmistakable.

"You are mine."

He spoke it as fact. As if there was utterly nothing wrong with what he said, to be taken in the context that she knew was forbidden. "And I will not allow you to be taken. Not by father, not by alone. No one takes what is mine. You will be staying here with me, this is non-negotiable. I am not sending you back to be hurt, or worse, sold like a common slave. If father wants you to be a whore, you will be my whore. By my own choosing."

He had never been so bold with her. So...direct. It seemed the revelation of her getting married off was the straw that broke the camels back and pushed him over the edge. Now he was raw, unhinged in their privacy. "Unless when you spoke of giving your first time to someone of your choosing--...you had someone I don't know in mind."

 

[Bunny]

The kiss to her wrist was gentle and didn't hurt, however the gentleness that Akira showed her was at odds with the emotions on his face. Her big brother was furious and in all honesty, everything else aside, she didn't blame him. Closing her eyes she remembered the first time, they had both been younger... Akira had been nineteen at the time, already a man while she had been fifteen. She had wanted their father to come watch her dance; Ruriko had taken up ballet as one of her extracurricular activities, something to round her skill set out. She had been taking Kendo, chorus, art and finally dance. She was proud of herself, she had been working hard and was to have a performance where she would play Cinderella, the lead role. All she had wanted was for the stoic man that was her father to be proud of her, the way she saw that he was proud of Akira. Alas, she wasn't a boy and their father had said no, when Ruriko had insisted, begging him to come, to watch her dance, to see all the blood sweat and tears she'd put into the ballet, she'd been backhanded.

Even now, she could remember what that first blow had felt like as she lay crumpled on the floor crying and Shoyou stopping her brother from moving forward. She also remembered how amused their father had been at Akira's response. He'd praised him while he'd left his daughter on the floor. It was now that Ruriko knew something to be true, she hated their father. It was with that realization that she told Kira the rest... the other plans now laid out before her. She'd pulled back and saw beneath the gleam of glass his eyes widen as the shock of what she’d told him set in. What she hadn't prepared herself for was the cold fury that took the place of his anger. Gasping as his hands bit into her slender waist, she repeated herself, in a soft whisper. "He plans to marry me off" And then, she told him the rest within the bubble of icy wrath that spread from Akira.

Ruriko wasn't afraid of him, though perhaps only because this anger was not directed at her. Had it been, she might have been. She could feel Kira shift his hands so it wasn't his baby sister that he gripped tighter, even now, he was careful of her. Rather it was her dress in his hands, with each movement of his hands, the skirt of her dress shortened until her panties were exposed to the air. Blushing, Ruri looked to the side, lashes lowered. One side of her dress loosened as Akira grabbed his phone and then the other, though his hand moved between her legs, his hand grabbing the silken skin of her thigh. Ruri gasped softly, but didn't ask him to move his hand, or move at all as he spoke to Shoyou. The words Akira spoke made something sing within her. His room. The fact that he was drawing a line in the sand against their father as well, there was no doubt that was what was occurring as he ordered his oldest friend to secure her other belongings and bring them here.

She watched the phone as it skittered along the tatami mats, stopping a foot or so away from them. What happened next Ruriko was not prepared for, even if this was all part of her plan. Turned in his lap, gave a small whimper... A small tinge of fear, but just that, a tinge as she looked up at Akira. His face had changed and she could see his feelings clearly written across his face as his hand moved to encircle her neck. Within her own eyes, was an unsurety but there was also something else, something that matched his own feelings but on a softer level. Desire. She could feel the hardness of his body beneath her and she fought the urge to tease the beast which all but growled his claim on her from a mere inch away.

His words drew forth another gasp, her lips parting slightly as she held his gaze. The last question was not answered with words, or even a shake of her head. Ruriko sealed their fate, damning them both as her mouth pressed to his. It was clear, from that gentle press of lips, his sister had been honest.. To the point that her experience in even kissing was not what it could have been. Her mouth was timid as one of her arms slid up along his chest, his vest curling into her hand as Ruriko offered exactly what he demanded within out hesitation or fear. Her surrender.

 

[Rave]

So many thoughts flashed through his mind as he waited for a response from her. Did she come here to seek shelter but no more? Were their teases and touches just that-- touches that would be forgotten by time and excused as the natural exploration of growing young adults? Or was it more-- did she feel what he felt. Want him as he wanted her. His body could no longer deny what it needed, to rightfully claim her own as his. To mark her, brand her for all to see as his own whore-- but much more than a whore. A woman. A lover. Maybe one day, a wife. What was a taboo relationship in an organization that was entirely taboo from head to toe? Anyone protesting them would be executed if needed be, but to hold such power, he needed to elevate himself from his position, to his father's own.

And that's when he realized it. Or, almost did. Ruri was...manipulative, cunning. He knew this about her, but perhaps didn't become pry to it because she was injured and honest when she came to him now. Was this her plan all along? Did she want to stoke him against their father so she could gain more freedom? He could not follow the train of thought to completion, interrupted by a sudden kiss that shifted his entire focus and attention from any plotting and detective thinking, to the physical. How long had he been fantasizing about that kiss? It was innocent and pure, submissive and inexperienced in its nature. He knew from just that touch, that another man had never touched her before him. That this might have even been her first kiss, and that melted him against her. Possessive hands grabbed at her outer thighs to squeeze her legs around his waist harder, grinding his pelvis against her groin so the friction could lightly hump them together. Her kiss was thoroughly returned, his lips parting to allow for a dance of tongues within the seal of the kiss.

It was long and it was full of heat, as if a desperate man that finally got his hands on what he craved. A monsoon of desire flooded from him then, pushing them forward until he had his little sister on her back and he, mounted atop her, let two fingers slide between her thighs and press against the hidden folds from over her panties. He expected a little moan that would have broken the kiss just then, and when it did, every word he spoke was from his lips still pressed at her own. "Every single time you sat on my lap..." He began, just as his fingers began to rub in a circular motion, slipping past her panties and down towards the raw cunt. "Every time you laid in my bed...you made me spoon you...you peeked at me in the shower...I claimed you in my thoughts. I bent you over like a common whore and marked you with teeth and cum-- maybe I should have back then. Maybe I should have spread your legs before father himself and bred you in the main house so all would know you are mine."

Possessive words from a lustful man, a wolf threatened by the removal of its mate. He wouldn't have it, teeth finding their way to her neckline where he left bite after bite between words. "I will no longer delay the innevitable. No more secrecy." He growled his words out, the beast she sought to provoke was out and in full force. His free hand reached back to his own pants, where his belt was quickly removed and his pants were left to drop, leaving his cock hung low between his legs. He was never fond of undergarments to begin with, and this was Ruri's first glance at her brother so bare outside of small shower peeks through steam and blurry eyes. "And yet I won't be the one to force it." He growled again, before her hand was taken and boldly pulled forth to be placed upon his length, letting her touch and feel for the first time. "You-- Ruri, will be the one to beg your brother to take you as you've imagined it. You want my help with father?" A hint dropped, that he was perhaps sly to her intentions. "Earn it."

 

[Bunny]

There was truth to Akira's thoughts to which she wasn't privy, but her motives were not altogether impure. At least her desire for him, to be with him. It wasn't her first kiss, but she had not had much practice. It was hard for any boy to hold a candle to the man she loved. For Ruriko, it wasn't just lust for her brother, though there was ample heaps of that, she loved him. Loved him more than she should. The few men she had dated had been lackluster. One had been a coward, the other had not, but he had been clearly after one thing. It was with Kazuki that she'd discovered that it wasn't just anyone she wanted. She wanted Akira. Had their father not laid hands on her, they would have found themselves here at some point. Though, the deciding factor would have likely always been the same, her being married off. There had been a small chance it would have been Akira marrying... Either would have pushed her to see if it was all one sided.

Ruri's lips parted in a gasp as his hands gripped at her thighs, pulling her tighter against him as he ground himself against her. She couldn't and didn't want to hold the whimper it brought from her lips. Kira's tongue brushed against her and for a moment she froze before timidly her own joined his. One thing that might be said about Ruriko, she learned fast enough and as her big brother was pushing her to her back, hid body above hers, her tongue was becoming bolder as she lost herself in their sin. When Akira pulled back, Ruri's lips were parted, her breathing uneven. She felt his fingers and she bit her lower lip, struggling to not pull away from the touch. Oh she wanted it, his fingers would find her panties damp and she whimpered softly, gazing up into his eyes. As he spoke, his fingers slipped past the barrier her panties created and his skin found her own, more warmth eagerly awaiting. It was then that she moaned, soft her cheeks flushing with blush. That blush depended as he spoke and Ruriko squirmed then. "Kira" his name was a whisper, desire soaking it.

The bite to her neck elicited a whimper from her and she shifted beneath him against the tatami mats. Heart racing she watched as he removed his belt, his pants falling and his cock exposed. How couldn't she look? Akira was not wrong, she'd seen him before now, snuck peeks much as he had of her. But to see him without anything baring her vision, to know that her darkest desire would come to fruition? There was a difference. Her tongue pushed between her lips, moistening her lower lip and then held captive by her teeth as her eyes moved up his body. Her hand was pulled to his shaft and her fingers brushed along the soft length, eyes still on his. His words made her flinch, not the begging, but the fact he'd figured at least part of her plan out.

Shifting some, she pulled her hand back, her eyes never leaving his. Her hands went to her dress, slowly pulling it up along her body. Slowly the blue cloth rose along her creamy skin, inch by inch until her panties. They were a soft grey cotton, ribbed gently along the length of the fabric and edged in matching lace. They were delicate, but far from what she imagined sexy might be. Next came the smooth expanse of her stomach, and finally her breasts were bared. Handfuls at best, the rosy color of her nipples a splash of color on her pale skin. They hardened slightly as exposed to air, arching upwards. Letting her dress fall to the side she took his hand, bringing it to her breast.. As she had pulled her dress up she had determined to tell him the truth. He himself had said no more secrets.

"I do want your help with father, but Akira... you know he will not let us go" Their father all but owned her and he would see Akira much the same, they both knew it. He had more freedoms, but in the end, everything he had was by their father's grace. And them sleeping together? "But this day would have come, even had he not hit me." Her hand still rested over his own, he could feel her heart beat beneath her breast. "My being married would have pushed me here..." Her eyes searched his "I have always wanted you, no other ever.. ever matched you" Her free hand moved to his cock and her fingers explored his length curiously. "But yes, I do want you to overthrow father... Not just because I want to be yours. I want to be free" Her eyes rose to him and she smiled, a small flash of who she was when she wasn’t with him peeking through. “You want me to beg, then make me, big brother” There was a soft challenge there, but more than that, she wanted to be his. “And I am not a whore”

 

[Rave]

He had momentum, all of it born from anger and jealousy. How dare he try to sell her away. How dare he try and take her from him. It didn't matter that logically, his father could never have known about how those two felt about each other. It didn't matter that this relationship was never meant to exist. All he knew was that he had his sister in the palm of his hands, frail and hurt-- but wanting, plotting. There was so much more to this than either of them had revealed yet, but baser instincts were taking him over. Things weren't as clear, a cloudy vision of lust and freedom from the shackles of formality and family keeping him from any other thought outside of 'ravage her', 'take her as your own'.

And yet she pulled back, and it halted him slightly. Her pace had slowed from his own, and ever so sensually, she rid herself of her skirt to let her cute little lace panties free. Her breasts, small but easy to cup, teased his eyes before it was brought to touch when she grabbed his hand and took him to it. It paused him just enough so rational thought could take place, but his length never softened. Instead, she seemed like she was baring all of herself to him. Revealing herself in such naked form, was a complete and full offering and invitation that he was the one that was going to claim her, and such a rush wasn't needed.

Every word she spoke henceforth had his attention, the hand above her heart squeezing the breast slightly as if the very wind could steal her from him if he let go. That little smile-- that little challenging smile changed everything at the very end. He watched her carefully, all too well in the know what every word she spoke was leading to. "Rurika." Her full name, a rare thing to be spoken from his lips of all people as opposed to Ruri, but it came with direction. That direction being forward, as his hand took her own and pulled her back to his lap. Her panties were pushed to the side, just enough that her raw folds were left to feel the cool air tease at them upon their revelation. "It is time for a change in order." He spoke as his hand took hold of his tie, loosening in and throwing it off. "Father will not leave us alone-- but it no longer matters." Another pause, leaving her to sit hovering over his cock, the edges of their sex touching just enough to tease but no more.

His dress shirt was next, unbuttoned one button at a tie before it too was discarded, leaving him naked before her. Beneath her. "You want your power-- your independance from him? Fine. I will grant you it. Rebellion." He growled his words then, hands grabbing onto her hips to lower them just enough that her cunt would drag across the surface of his shaft, parting the folds to each side in its path so she would leak her juices upon him. Lubrication. "But if you want to rule with me, this lap will be your throne." He grabbed onto his shaft, angling it upwards just enough so that the crown would press and push at her lips, slipping forward just enough to sink inside her and his head rolled back, a hiss of pleasure leaving his teeth from experiencing what his sister's cunt was like for the first time, after so long, even if it was only just the tip.

"I will grant you freedom from him-- from the world, but not from me." His voice was husky and deep, her hair grabbed with his free hand to pull her lips over towards his own, but not to kiss. He simply pressed them against his as he spoke, as if affirming every spoken word with lustful touch. "You will be mine until the day you die. Sister. Wife. Bitch in Heat. All of it. That is my price." He bit her lower lip then, the lower hand grabbing onto her hip to lower her upon him slowly, dragging out the process to tease her with the friction of a slow invasion. "By the end of tonight, you won't just be begging for me. You'll chain yourself to my feet, and worship me as your own."

 

[Bunny]

The shift had been subtle, but Ruri saw it in Akira as he realized this wasn't just a manipulation. She felt his hand tighten, ever so slightly around her breast. It wasn't quite a handful for him, that softness he held. She had never thought this day would come.. Some part of her had always felt that whatever she thought she saw, whatever she thought Akira felt was only on her side. That she imagined it because she desired it so. Ruri leaned into his hands slightly as he said her name, her full name. Eyes shifted to his own, her full attention once more on him and not the feeling of a dream coming true, though it took a lot to hold it there. Even as he pulled her back into his lap, his fingers pulling her panties to the side as she settled against his legs once more, it felt like a dream; one she was terrified to wake and find it nothing but.

Shivering she could feel each point of contact between their bodies, it lit along her skin like little shocks as she gazed into his eyes. He'd help her... Ruriko had wondered. If Akira hadn't felt quite the same and desired just her body, he could have taken it in exchange for a promise to help her... But when he spoke of change, she knew... he did feel the same. Her eyes left him as his hands moved to his tie, watching with hungry eyes as it was loosened and then dropped. Ruri shifted along his lap, feeling her lips brush against him, her eyes rising to his once more before falling to his hands. The way she followed the movement of his hands, Akira might as well have been a snake charmer and she was in his thrall. His shirt joined his tie and pants and she shifted some, hips rising as his hands touched her hips. It wasn't just his hands that moved her along his shaft, it was her own roll of her hips as she followed the direction he gave, whimpering softly.

Lips had parted to respond, but whatever she had been about to say was lost as he slid into her. It was just the tip of him, but her body froze for a moment, already aware of what it wanted... needed to calm the aching desire that had built rapidly. Around him, just that far, she was molten and slick and above him she moaned, the sound low and needy. She leaned in as he pulled her by her hair into him. Every demand he made of her, she wanted. She wanted to be his, to rule by his side from his lap... Sister, wife and only his whore, his bitch... his. She answered him without puling away, eyes closing for a moment. "Yes" The single word was whispered second before his teeth captured her lower lip.

His hand slowly guided her down on him, she could feel as each inch slipped inside of her.. the way her body stretched and adjusted for him. She was so wet, so eager for her big brother's cock. His words sent a thrill up her spine and she could feel that barrier when he brushed it and it was her, not him that pushed him past it, her lips parting in a moan of pleasure.. There was no going back... She was no longer pure, not that it mattered. The one who would claim her would have her always. Once he was sheathed within her cunt, she pulled back only slightly, her breath coming in quick little pants before her mouth pressed to his, and her hips gave the first little roll, pulling her into, up and then back down onto his cock. Gasping against his mouth, Ruri moaned his name. "Kira"

 

[Rave]

Kira's breath was held entirely in his throat until the invasion of every single inch of his cock was complete. That moment he felt a hilt, when his cock reached the apex of its climb only to be stopped by a barrier crumbling for his thrust, was the moment he finally took a breath. It was euphoric, and she'd feel his muscles tense beneath her, his arms tighten in their grasp of her, his thighs raise off the ground just an inch to shove him inside of her entirely and push past the hymen standing in the way of his cock being fully submerged within his sister's pussy. A slap of his groin against her own, his balls against her ass, cemented the union with the smacking sound as if to announce that there was no going back, that they were hilted and far-past any point of return.

"Ruri...we can't go back from here." He affirmed it with words, before her lips were finally kissed the way they should have been this entire time. His head tilted and his lips parted to allow a dance of tongues between them, saliva trailing and falling down along the corners of lips and his chin. He was hungry for her, fueled by jealousy, possessiveness. She belonged to him and he was going to mark her so, harder than he'd ever done before that very moment. She tasted sweet...peach? no, vanilla, a nectar addicting to a man like him, a taste he would never share with another for as long as he drew breath. Ruri was his property. His sister. His wife to breed and rut.

A thing he would start to make all too clear, when her hips were grabbed once more mid-kiss, and her big brother began to roll her back and forth along his cock. It was her first time, he knew exactly which buttons to press. A rough breeding was coming, but to start? Her G-spot was immediately discovered, and made to rub back and forth against the tip of his cock swallowed so deep inside her. His intent, to wash away any residual pain from the initial invasion and flood her with euphoria to make her feel only his cock inside her and the pleasures that came with it.

His lips finally parted with her own to allow her breath, every roll of his hips against her own increasing in pace with passing second after second. "You belong to me." He was possessive, claimant, canines baring for a moment in a half-growl, half-laugh, before those teeth found the underside of her neck. "And I will make sure every breathing soul in this country fucking knows. You will bare my teeth, my scent, my heirs." He declared, pre-cum already squeezing out from his cock and squirting inside her to give her a small taste of what was to come.

 

[Bunny]

"Ruri...we can't go back from here." Kira's words rang in her ears and she bared her teeth, a feral smile. He'd already claimed her and she was his. Just those words had sealed their fate, Ruri was submissive to Kira, but she would have fought to keep him. "There was no going back from the moment you claimed me, Kira. For either of us." There was a possessive tone to her voice as she confirmed his words. His mouth slanted over her own and she opened her mouth for him, her tongue dancing with his. Arms slipped around his neck, pulling him closer as she rode him, the pleasure spiking between them. Even now, it was hard to believe that this wasn't a dream.. So long she had desired Akira, wanted to know what it felt like to be his and now she was.

His hands moved to her hips, guiding her along him and her moan that was trapped between their lips was loud, even muffled as it was. Rurika had never used a toy when she touched herself, so the sweet spot he sought had never been known. The first brush against her g-spot made her cry out. Sweet whimpers left her mouth as they kissed, the friction honing into her core. His mouth left hers and she gasped. Nails bit into his back, Kira's words alone pushing her further. When his teeth bit into her tender flesh another cry, this one not muffled left her. "Yes," She belonged to him, "Yours," There was no shame in his baby sister as he claimed her. Nails raked along his back as she moaned. Ruri didn't care who could hear her, didn't care who knew. The men in the building were his, loyal to him. Even if they hadn't been...

Their hips came together with force as she moved to meet each thrust from him. Her tongue curled against the shell of his ear as she whimpered. "I have never wanted to be anyone else's. I only wanted to be yours." It was why she had tormented his girlfriends, chased them away. He was hers. A small spark grew in Rurika's heart and she turned her head, teeth mimicking his own. Biting his neck, she intended to mark him as well. "You are mine." The words growled softly against his skin. No one else would ever touch him. While she would be submissive to him, she would bow for no other and Ruri wasn't above getting her hands dirty.

Pulling back she licked along the marks she'd left, nipping at his jaw as she moaned softly. She couldn't help but wonder how Akira would feel about her small possessive streak. She had a feeling he'd like it, though might put her back in her place. As unwilling as she was to allow anyone else to do so, she almost craved it from him. She pulled him back to her neck, toward her breasts which she bared as she leaned back, feeling his cock move deeper still as the angle changed. She didn't hide that pleasure as she cried out, his name on her lips. "Kira~"