These Games We Play

A/N: Hello lovely readers! Thanks so much for those who reviewed! It meant a lot and gave me encouragement to continue! ^__^ As promised…*throws out tons of cookies* Any who, so I hope you’ll enjoy this second chappie as much as the first one. Don’t forget to R&R!! Enjoyyy!

Disclaimer: Need I say this over and over? I own nothing… *sighs*
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Drown in the flames of desire.


Was this what they called desire?

Never had Sakura felt so…weak.

Yes, weak…how else was she to describe how this…feeling…affected her.

No one ever told the blooming adolescent how intense this thing was…this thing called desire.

If only it was something she could capture and seal away in a card, be done with, and never have to deal with ever again.

If only.

Morning sunlight spilled through the window and greeted the half-awake girl as she groaned sleepily and tried to rub away the sleep.

Opening her eyes and smiling at a new day, she immediately popped up in a sitting position, fingers clutching at the cotton covers as last night’s “activities” rudely invaded her thoughts.

The warm water sprayed down on the teen leaning against the cool wall. The hot shower was suppose to soothe her anxieties, but it only seemed to make her skin more sensitive. The warm contact with the water felt too much like Touya’s hot lips on her…

Get a grip on yourself! she scolded herself, only the harsh self-reprimand backfired on her.

Grip. A hard grip…like the grip her oh-so-seductive brother had had on her shoulders the night before as he thru-

“AHHHH!!!” She clutched both hands to her head, as if doing so would chase away those not so innocent thoughts. Forehead against the shower wall, Sakura found comfort in its coolness.

“Stop” Bang. “Thinking about” Bang. “It.” Unfortunately, banging her head only brought pain and did nothing to subdue the hormones raging inside her body.

Still determined, she took a washing sponge and began scrubbing herself mercilessly, hoping it would erase all the memories of his touches.

“Stop being so perverted, Sakura” Scrub. “Stupid Touya” Scrub. “This is” Scrub. “All…his…fault” Scrub, scrub.

Amongst the scrubbing and venting, the soapy sponge managed to slip from her hands and for a split second, lightly trailed down her body before it silently hit the ground. Caught off guard by the sensation, Sakura let out a gasp, immediately covering her mouth with a foam-covered hand as an involuntary moan erupted from her.

That light, feathery touch had brought back visions of Touya kissing his way down her body, licking and tasting her. Another muffled moan came from her covered mouth as the vivid flashbacks hit her all at once.

Now completely awake, the panting girl slid down the wall, leaning against it heavily for support, letting the water drops numb her hot body.

When she was finally able to stand again, she turned off the water and stepped out of the stall, making her way to the foggy mirror. Wiping away a portion of the mirror, she couldn’t recognize the pale face looking back at her, with such flustered, pink cheeks and lips. The green eyes staring at her seemed hazy and darkened. Was that really her?

So much for a relaxing shower.

After trying to calm herself down and washing her face with cold water, she hoped and prayed that she looked “normal” enough. She didn’t want to deal with questioning looks from her father so early in the day, and her pride refused to give her brother anything else to tease her about.

Steam let out as Sakura opened the bathroom door and came out, dressed in her school uniform, looking crankier and redder(although more from banging her head and scrubbing herself raw than anything else) than ever.

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“Morning, Dad!” She cheerfully greeted as she stepped into the kitchen, easing into her usual perky self and momentarily forgetting what had troubled her so earlier on.

“Morning, Sakura!” Her dad replied, walking away from the stove and pushing his daughter towards the breakfast table, “Come quick and eat these fresh, hot pancakes before they get cold.”

Touched at his usual fatherly love, Sakura gave a genuine smile and assured him she would eat them all and that she thought she smelled something burning.

“Ahh, my pancakes!” She giggled as she watched her silly dad running to his now burnt pancakes.

“Don’t worry, dad, there’s more than enough already, even for greedy Touy-“ She stopped mid-sentence as she finally realized what or rather who, was missing.

“Um, dad, where’s Touya?”

“Ah, he’s probably still asleep, which reminds me, can you go wake up that sleepy-head brother of yours for me sweetie. Just tell him you’re about to eat the last pancake. That should do the trick.” He chuckled, amused at his own joke, unaware of the way his daughter paled at his request.

“Um…or, w-we c-could just let him sleep in,” she stuttered nervously, hastily shoving a big chunk of maple syrup-covered pancake in her mouth so she didn’t have to talk. In her moment of haste, specks of syrup flew onto her fingers, but she was beyond caring at this point, too worried about the task ahead of her. She wasn’t ready to face him yet. In fact, she had been hoping that she could leave early to school so she could avoid him.

“Aww, that’s sweet of you, Hun, but seriously, go wake him up before you and your brother are both late for school.”

Sulking and knowing that she had lost the argument, she reluctantly nodded her head, a feeling of dread coming over her that not even the sweet taste of fluffy pancakes could comfort. Instead, she now sat, poking at her pancakes and hoping to prolong going upstairs as long as possible.

“Well honey, I have to get going. Be good at school!”

Green orbs looked up in surprise. “Huh? Why are you leaving for work so early?” she asked, watching her dad take off his apron and gather his books and scrolls.

“Oh, didn’t Touya tell you? I’m going to a convention today with some colleagues of mine. I’ll be back early tomorrow morning.” He told her, “Don’t worry, Touya will take care of you while I’m gone. I already told him…hmm, odd…he must have forgotten to tell you. Oh, well. Love you and see you tomorrow!” He kissed her head before opening the door. Sakura, shaking herself from the shocking news, ran to her dad, bidding him farewell and seeing him out.

Touya will take care of you.

Oh, if only her dad knew what meanings hid behind those words. She shivered as she thought of how he “took care” of her last night.

Closing the door, the troubled girl leaned against it and let out a sigh. Why HADN’T Touya told her? Had he been planning from the beginning? Did he have something in store for her? She shook her head and stood up straight, scoffing herself at her self-paranoia.


Facing the inevitable, Sakura took a deep breath and marched upstairs to the bedroom across from her own. Putting on the best apathetic face that she could manage, she turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open.

A brown-haired head cautiously leaned towards the opening, peeking in to see a form under the black covers.

“Touya,” she called out softly, tip-toeing her way towards the bed as she watched for any sign of movement.

When there was no response, her forehead creased in irritated wrinkles. “Touya,” she called out in a louder voice, “wake up you lazy butt!”

Still no response.

She rolled her eyes and let out a grumpy sigh. Honestly, was he deaf? So irritated was she, that she forgot her anxiety from earlier and closed the small gap between her and the bed. Fine, if he wanted to play deaf, then she would yell in his ear until he really DID become deaf. An evil look crossed her face as she complimented herself on the plan.

Leaning over the bed, she began to pull away the covers. “ARE YOU DEAF!! I SAIDDD GET U- oofff!”

Before she could comprehend what had happened, she found herself on top of her brother under the covers, her face pressed against a warm, shirtless chest. How had THAT happened? She stared angrily at her brother, whose eyes remained closed. Before she could burst out in anger, her brother beat her to it.

“Quiet squirt, can’t you see I’m trying to sleep,” he mumbled, his head turned to the side.

“Touya, I don’t have time for this! Fine, sleep if you want, but if you’re late for school, it’s not my fault!” she exclaimed, struggling to get off of him, moving this way and that to try and untangle herself from both her brother and the covers.

“Hm?” A look of curiosity entered her eyes when she brushed against something hard. It took her a few seconds before she realized just what it was that was poking her thigh rather uncomfortably. Her mouth made opened in shock at the realization and green eyes widened in horror to hear a small growl from the man beneath her. Panicking, she went completely still, not daring to move as she observed her brother. His handsome face was scrunched up in….pain? Had she hurt him somehow? Maybe he was sick.

“Ar-are you okay nii-chan?” she asked in concern, completely ignorant of the true cause. She slid up so she could touch his forehead, but a low moan and a hand stopped her.

She looked up with questioning eyes and gasped to find herself staring into glazed, brown orbs.

She felt a hand push her head down towards him before crushing her mouth down onto his. She stiffened at the sudden kiss, a minty flavor flooding onto her taste buds as she felt his lips coax her into opening her mouth.

She tried to pull back, but a strong hand prevented her from escaping.

Biting hard on his lips, he let out a hiss and dropped his hand, his eyes squinted in slight pain.

“Oi, brat, that hurt,” he said, as she watched him lick the blood from his lips.

“Y-you were already awake,” she proclaimed, desperate to change topics and buy some time while her heart and breathing went back to normal. The taste of the minty toothpaste still lingered on her lips.

“What? I was still sleepy even after brushing my teeth. Besides, I knew my darling sister would come and wake me up,” he grinned boyishly.

“You had this whole thing planned out?!” she pouted angrily. Then, suddenly remembering that she was straddling her brother, panic once again overtook her.

“W-well, anyways, hurry up and go eat breakfast. You still have some time left,” she told him, trying her best not to stutter and expose her nervousness at their intimate position.

She gasped aloud when two hands held her down, keeping her immobile.

“Touya, what…I said-“ She was caught off guard by the sudden movement of her brother sitting up. The quick action of it caused her to topple backwards and out of instinct, she wrapped her arms around her brother’s neck to keep from falling, her legs on either side of him.

She gave a small eep as strong arms pulled her to him, feeling him bury his face in her hair. A sense of anticipation ran rapidly through her blood as she looked up, unable to decipher her brother’s purpose, his eyes covered by his dark bangs.


He inhaled the smell of peaches into his lungs, his face buried in such soft honey-brown hair. The way she clung to him…her body so small and feminine against his…the sweet taste of maple syrup still danced on his tongue, taunting him further. He inhaled and exhaled deeply into her hair, trying to control himself as all the senses overwhelmed him. In this condition, he was so tempted to just ravish her right then and there, school uniform on or off, although the sight of him taking her in her school clothes was greatly approved, if not wanted, in his mind…along with other “excited” parts of him. He had to calm down before he came in his pants like a horny, little pre-teen. Already, he was so hard, threatening to burst out from his boxers. His lips bit down from trying to hold himself back, but he knew…it would be worth it.

Besides, things were just getting started.

Fear and excitement hit her all at once, robbing her of the ability to react or move. She finally snapped to her senses when she felt her brother stir and lift his head up. A gasp escaped from her lips when she felt him lean towards her, his hot breath on her ear.

The sensation alone caused her to pant in full anticipation. It was becoming harder to breathe.

“But, Saku-chan, I’d rather have you for breakfast,” he whispered huskily, before pulling back and slamming his mouth on hers, groaning at the renewed taste of pancakes and maple syrup that she had had just moments ago.

The girl tried to protest at the sudden attack, but it only gave him entrance to her mouth as he slipped his tongue in and caressed hers.

Not again… she thought, knowing full well what this would lead to. Even while her head was still screaming out in protest, her body had already rebelled and was doing what it wanted. Why could her body never listen to her head?

Sakura, stop RIGHT NOW!! Her body responded by kissing Touya back and rather eagerly at that.

He’s your brother! He’s your freaking brother for Kami’s sake!! That seemed to only arouse her even more, as twisted as that was. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck as she moaned in encouragement.

Oh. My. God. You. Wanton. Slut. The navy-blue skirt slid up in bunches around her hips, her bare, long legs wrapping themselves around his waist as she began rubbing herself against him, drawing a loud moan from the older boy.

It was certain. Her body would once again win and with that fact, her conscious, as if admitting defeat, completely shut up.

Breaking the kiss for air, her brother wasted no time and brought a hand up, kissing her palm, his tongue tracing a light path to her fingertips (sticky with maple syrup from her earlier messy eating). He took two fingers into his mouth and sucked on it, pulling the fingers in and out of his mouth, never once breaking eye contact with her.

“Mmm…” he said appreciatively, “you taste good.”

Sakura had never found anything so arousing as this. Her skin seemed to burn with a fire that was only made greater by Touya’s touch, her eyes glazed over with lust. She panted more than breathed out shallow, short breaths.

“Want…to taste…more…” he whispered, licking and sucking her swollen lips before kissing her cheek, then neck, making a path down her chest, while one hand swiftly unbuttoned the front of her white shirt. Her taste was so sweet and addictive that he couldn’t get enough of her.

More, more…he only wanted more.

In his lustful state, he boldly slid a bra cup to the side, revealing a pale breast and latched onto it, suckling it like a newborn.

“Touya!” Her mouth formed a perfect “O,” a soundless moan coming from as she arched into him, threading her small hands into his hair and aggressively pushing his head further into her bosom. He complied by sucking greedily on the budding breast, his tongue wrapped around her nipple, while the other hand massaged her other breast through the white bra.

A sigh of disappointment left her pink lips when he stopped the assault, but the empty feeling was quickly replaced by another fiery kiss.

But even so, even all this…was not enough to satisfy her. Sakura felt a throbbing ache between her legs, one that had occurred the night before, only this time, the kisses and touches amplified the unbearable ache.

Too weak with desire and beyond embarrassment, she let herself go, letting discipline and control fly out the window.

She was shocked at the kind of noises coming out of her. They were deep, needy moans…so wanton. She sounded like a woman who demanded pleasure, not some chirpy schoolgirl that most people came to know as Sakura, including herself…at least she thought so…until all this began to happen.

She moved about restlessly, a hunger building up inside of her. And then, she felt it again, that long, hard length between her brother’s legs, only now its presence was more obvious than before. She moved in an attempt to get closer to it, hoping it would satisfy her somehow.

Sparks of bliss raced through her, ripping out a loud moan from the two when her core had once again found his cock. The heat there threatened to burn her alive as she grinded herself against him. The fact that they were only separated by a pair of thin boxers and her flimsy underwear, aroused her to no end. Hearing her brother’s growls only pushed her on further.

“Nii-channn,” she begged him, no longer caring about her pride or dignity.

Eyes closed tight in concentration, she thrust harder against her brother as she felt herself coming closer and closer to the edge.

But then, she was no longer moving, her hips held back by some force. Growling in frustration, she opened her eyes to find two strong arms holding her in place.

“W-what…?”

“My, you’re being bold today,” teasing brown eyes laughed at her, “do you really want me that badly? Geez, you’re such a perv, Sakura,” he taunted, counting down mentally from one to ten in anticipation of her angry retort.

One…two…

Hearing his words, her body stiffened, small, white fists clenched up tightly at her side.

Three…four….

Her cute, round eyes widened in horror at the truth of his words.

Five…six…

Her mouth opened and closed as if she was at a loss of words.

This was just too good.

Ten.

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT I’M LIKE THIS YOU KNOW! YOU’RE THE ONE THAT STARTED ALL THIS! WE WOULDN’T EVEN BE IN THIS SITUATION IF YOU HADN’T DRAGGED ME ONTO THE BED IN THE FIRST PLACE, STUPID!!!!”

Angry huffs came out of those red, kissable lips, cheeks flamed red in anger and arousal, as a pair of hypnotic green eyes stared defiantly back at him.

Damn it, was she purposely trying to make him lose control? He bit the inside of his cheek, the pain keeping his lust at bay. He would have to play it cool if he wanted this plan to go through.

“Gomen.”

“It’s all your fault and-…wait, what?” Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. Had he just apologized…just like that? But this was Touya, the bullying brother that never once admitted he did something wrong, even when it really was his fault.

“Y-you are?” She asked, uncertain of his actions.

“Yeah,” he said, abruptly lying back down on the bed, pulling him with her, then just as quickly, rolled over so that her petite form lay underneath him.

“Huh…?” Her senses were still trying to figure out how she went from straddling him to having him hover over her in a matter of seconds.

“I mean,” he began, a hand trailing up one of her creamy thighs, “it is my fault that I made you ache so much,” he explained, whereupon he firmly cupped her, causing the younger girl to gasp and jolt up in surprise.

“I’m really sorry. If you don’t like this, I won’t do it again.” She heard rather than saw the taunting smirk on those soft lips.

“Well,” he said, getting off of her, “I’m gonna go before those pancakes get cold.” And just like that, he got off the bed and walked towards his closet to get dressed, leaving behind a dazed girl with bunched up shirt and skirt, surrounded in a mess of wrinkly, black bed sheets.

Her mind had been so caught up in bliss that she couldn’t respond, catching her completely off guard when her brother stopped.

She didn’t understand anything…only felt the aching flame that her brother had ignited and left within her. How could her brother so calmly walk away, even when he was just aroused as she was? What game was he playing? She pondered this while watching her now clothed brother walking towards the door.

“Oh and Sakura?” His head tilted to the side with his back still facing her.

“Y-yes?” she asked, trying to sound indifferent and at least save what little dignity she had left, if any at all.

“Don’t forget to make the bed.” He closed the door, a full grin on his face.

“TOUYAAA!!”

He chuckled as he walked downstairs, hands shoved in his pockets.

This was going to be so much fun.

Suffocate in the waves of bliss.

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A/N: Wow…so this chappie was particularly long and difficult for some reason and drained much of my energy. Any who….*gasp* Poor Sakura, who knew she had such an evil brother…evil…hot…brother…AHEM, I mean, bad Touya! *Nods* Review away, the warm, melt-in-your-mouth, brownies await you my lovely reviewers!! ^__^