Brotherly Love

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Card Captor Sakura or any of the characters used within this story, nor do I intend to use this story for profit.

Sakura was awoken by the gentle sunlight that was streaming through her window. She yawned and stretched, burrowing deeper into her soft, heavy blankets. She smiled to herself. There’s nothing better than a Saturday morning, she thought. Only on Saturdays was she able to sleep in as long as she wanted. Monday through Friday was school, of course, and on Sunday it was her turn to make breakfast. She always made pancakes.

She rolled over onto her back, frowning suddenly. “Kero?” she called out. “Kero, are you here?”

She couldn’t sense the furry little guardian’s presence. She sat up and looked around the room. Suddenly she spotted it: a little note propped up on her dresser mirror. Begrudgingly, she dragged herself from the bed.

“Sakura: Have gone to Yuikito’s to talk to Yue. Will be back in the late afternoon.”

She blinked as she processed this information. Kero was out. Touya was working, as usual. Her father was also working today, doing over-time on some project at the University. I’m alone, she realised.

She looked back at her bed, breathing a little harder now than she had been moments ago. A faint blush was staining her soft cheeks. There was something she had been meaning to try.

Several weeks ago she had been at Tomoyo’s house, and had had an interesting conversation.

“Say, Sakura, you know about, uh, about sex, right?” Tomoyo had asked, fidgeting slightly.

Blushing furiously Sakura had responded in the affirmative. She was twelve years old, after all.

Blushing slightly as well, Tomoyo had continued, “Have you heard about…” Her voice trailed off, not sure of how to broach the subject. She tried again. “It’s supposed to feel really good right?”

Once again, Sakura only nodded, embarrassed eyes downcast.

“Have you ever been curious about what it felt like?”

Sakura paused at that, lifting her head for a moment. Had she?

“Like, maybe with Yukito?” Tomoyo prompted.

She thought of Yuki-chan. About her secret fantasies of kissing him, and how she liked his handsome face and body. About the curious, tingling heat she felt between her legs whenever he chanced to place a friendly hand on her head or shoulder.

“I guess I have, in a way,” she murmured, even redder than before.

Encouraged by the admission, Tomoyo carried on with more confidence. “I know a way you can find out!”

“Huh?” Confused, Sakura met her friends eyes for the first time since the conversation had began.

“I mean, I know how you can find out what sex feels like!” Tomoyo explained, smiling.

“How?”

She had explained, and now Sakura found herself alone, burning with curiosity.

Heart pounding, she climbed back into her bed. It was more than a tingle; it was a genuine throb she felt in her private area now. She slowly unbuttoned her pyjama top, enjoying the way the fabric felt against her skin. She pulled down her bottoms and panties at the same time, shuddering at the feeling of her own fingers sliding down her narrow hips. She lay back, fully naked and apprehensive.

She remembered Tomoyo’s instructions. “Take off all your clothes, and close your eyes. Think about the person you love, then touch your fingers inside your privates.”

She closed her eyes tightly, and imagined Yuki’s face. She imagined him putting his arm around her, drawing her close… Slowly, she slid her fingers down her body, to the plump lips of her young pussy. She hesitated only a moment before she plunged them in. She slid them around idly, experimenting to see what felt good. Her fingers brushed across her swollen clit and she gasped. She did it again and again, moaning out loud now.

Suddenly her door opened and she froze, her stomach sinking as her heart rose into her mouth. There stood her brother Touya, framed by the doorway, his face the picture of surprise.

“I thought I heard a noise…There’s breakfast…” he offered lamely, his expression still petrified in a look of shock.

“I thought you were working…” she countered, just as lamely.

He shook his head ‘no’ in an absent minded way.

Her fingers were still buried in her pussy. She just couldn’t seem to move. She looked down, unable to meet her brother’s eyes, and became aware of the bulge in her brother’s pants. Touya followed her eyes, knowing what she saw. Both had been pale with the shock, but a deep crimson glow now began to stain their cheeks.

Sakura became aware that she could move. Withdrawing her hands she sat up, eyes still locked on her brother’s erection. Touya hesitated a moment before he moved, too. He took a step forward, closing the door behind him.

“Let me show you,” he said, his voice husky.

“Wha-?” Sakura started, as Touya moved towards her, his long legs covering the length of the room quickly.

“Shh,” he whispered. He knelt in front of her, at the foot end of the bed, and she looked into his eyes. They held a kind of intensity that she hadn’t seen before; not in his, not in anybody’s. He reached out and touched her auburn hair, tangling his fingers in it. He seemed so close to her. He leaned forward and pressed his face against her neck, inhaling her fresh, sweet scent. Sakura could feel his hot, ragged breath tickling across her skin, and realised that she, too, was breathing hard.
Touya could feel her quickening pulse beneath his lips and he kissed it, darting his tongue out to taste her. Sakura let a small noise escape, and he continued, encouraged. His one hand was pressed against the small of her back, as his other disengaged itself from her hair and began to trail down the smooth length of her slender body. He stopped at one budding breast, and ran his
thumb over the hard, pink nipple. Sakura gasped.

I shouldn’t do this. This is my brother. I was saving myself for Yuki! But his thumb was still rubbing her nipple, his mouth was still at her neck, and even as the thought pulsed through her head, she heard herself moan loudly.

Now he trailed his fingers across the subtle dip of her waist to her hips and down her thigh. His other hand slid from her back to grasp her small, round bottom. Without even meaning to, she felt herself lift up from the kneeling position she had been in, so that he could get a better grip. He squeezed and caressed it briefly, before he grasped her firmly just behind her knees and pulled her legs out from under her.

Sakura was lying on her back now, with Touya kneeling over her. Slowly he slid his hands up her inner thighs, kneading them, and tracing little circles on the delicate, sensitive skin. Sakura’s pussy was throbbing desperately now, and she could feel how very, very wet she had become. She forgot her previous misgivings; she wanted his fingers to get there faster!

“Please…” she moaned softly. “Please!”

He spread her legs apart.

“Please, Onii-chan!”

He stopped. She looked at him, and the expression on his face was unreadable.

“Sakura…” There was apprehension and the hint of sadness in his eyes. “Sakura, maybe-”

She cut him off, begging, “Touch me please!”

He nodded, his expression of lust returning. He traced the pink, hairless lips of her pussy with one finger. Carefully, slowly, he dipped it between, into the folds of her sex. He found her clit and began to tease it. Now rubbing lightly, now tweaking gently, now circling her inner lips until she thrust her hips forward, begging him to touch it again. His free hand made its way to his fly, undoing it and freeing his large, hard cock. He felt it twitch as she cried out, and he ran his fingers over it lightly.
He looked at her ecstatic face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were pink, and her mouth was open and panting. She was softly moaning his name. His little sister. He had watched her approaching puberty with fascination and alarm. She was becoming more beautiful every day: delicate, and well proportioned with such a pretty face. His feelings for her were less than brotherly on more than one occasion. He spied on her while she practised her cheer routines, hoping to catch a glimpse of panty. His heart was Yuki’s, maybe, but that did not spare him these feelings of lust for his little sister. His pretty little sister.

He increased his tempo, rubbing her clit faster and faster, then slipped one finger into her slick hole. She was so wet. He wanted so badly to simply plunge his cock into her tight little cunt, had never wanted a thing more, but he couldn’t. He had to restrain himself and wait. He knew that she was young, probably too young to be doing this with, but he had acted and now all he could do was make sure she enjoyed herself before the inevitable pain.

Pain was the last thing on Sakura’s mind. All she could think of was the pleasure. The pulsating, all-consuming pleasure that Touya was inflicting on her. She had heard that sex felt good, but she hadn’t been prepared, didn’t even know that a thing could feel so amazing. When he slipped his finger inside her she thought she was going to die, it felt so good. So very good! So very, very good! She was moaning loudly; frantically thrusting her hips against her brother’s hand as she reached her climax.

“Onii-chan!” she screamed. “Onii-chan!!”

When he felt her pussy muscles contract around his finger he stopped, and let her catch her breath. His cock was throbbing almost painfully now. When he couldn’t wait any longer he lowered himself onto her.

His breath was hot and moist on her ear. “Are you ready, Sakura?”

The head of his cock was pushing gently against her sopping and slippery opening.

She hesitated for a second.

“Yes!”

He thrust in quickly, past her barrier, up to the hilt. She gasped with the pain. His cock was nearly too big for her small pubescent frame, and he filled her completely; his head just barely nudging her cervix, and his thickness making Sakura feel as though she were being split open. He began to move inside her slowly, and after a few minutes she smiled, feeling the agony recede. His finger had been such a pale imitation of this feeling of fullness, this amazing pleasure spiked with pain. She gasped and moaned, bucking her hips desperately, trying to match her brother’s rhythm, anxious to have him slam his cock into her again every time it was pulled out.

Touya groaned, and felt himself losing control. He began to fuck her harder. He couldn’t help it. He had thought of this so often, had jacked off in the shower while imagining this moment. He wanted it too badly to be careful and gentle. Her legs were trembling; He could feel them shaking as she wrapped them around his waist. He could hear her screaming his name over and over again. He felt her slight body begin convulsing beneath him, and suddenly her pussy was clenching around his cock as she came for the second time that day. The feeling was intense and he barely managed to pull himself out in time as his own orgasm ripped through his body. His thick seed shot across Sakura’s belly and tiny breasts, and he collapsed onto her heavily, gasping for air.

They lay there together, sweating and panting. It was some moments before anyone could speak. It was Touya who broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled over her shoulder, half into the pillow and half into her ear.

Sakura wasn’t expecting such a comment. Thrown off guard, she stammered, “Oh, no! No, Touya,
don’t be sorry! I- I really liked that.” She smiled shyly. “In fact, I think maybe it was best this way. I know you, and trust you.”

Touya rolled off of her, and lay back for a moment. Finally he propped himself up on one elbow. He regarded her for a moment, narrow eyed, then said, “Do you really believe that?”

Sakura nodded emphatically. “Please don’t feel bad, Onii-chan.”

Touya sighed, and when he smiled it was tinged with sadness as he touched the crusting semen on his T-shirt. “C’mon, monster. Lets go get ourselves cleaned up, and have a little breakfast.”