Sagiri looked up from her Wacom tablet, eyes burning, imagination wearing thin, it had been a long night of drawing for her livestream but it was time to rest. As she said goodbye to her loyal fans, promising the next manga would be the best yet, she felt a twinge of longing for real human company. This feeling didn't come often but when it did she was abundantly aware of precisely who's company she wished for…Masamune, her brother. Their relationship had always been such a divided one, Masamune would reach out to Sagiri but always to no avail. It wasn't until Sagiri was revealed to be the illustrator of Masamune's manga that their relationship developed into that of a normal brother and sister, however, she wanted more, much more, the countless times that Sagiri had imagined her brother's arms around her caused her great embarrassment, if anyone knew, she would be shunned, shamed. She could not face her own desires.
Closing her laptop she stared at her door, it's 3:45am, could she justify talking to her brother at this hour? And even then, about what would they speak about? Whenever she tried to make conversation with him she would always feel this overwhelming urge to ask him for more than simple conversation – this always made her lash out, either physically or verbally. She knew it hurt his feelings but when her mind was filled with such impure thoughts what was she supposed to do? Tell him how she feels? She could never do such a thing, being cruel to him is her best option for keeping him at an arm's length, if she professed her true feelings she could push him even further away out of disgust for who she has become.
"No" she said aloud, convincing herself not to go and talk to him, "It would only confuse matters."
The next day Sagiri woke up at roughly 1pm, food was waiting outside of her bedroom as usual, with a small note saying "I've taken a day off to see Elf Yamada and practice writing techniques with her and Muramasa. This food should see you through until I'm home this evening. If you need me, call me! =^3^=" Sagiri felt a pang of jealousy as she stared out of her bedroom window into Elf Yamada's home.
"Why is he around her so much now? She's not even that pretty…he should want to be with me…"
Sagiri turned and opened up her laptop, but this time she didn't begin drawing, she turned to Shmoogle and entered the following search "How to make a boy like you"
The results were numerous, all of them questionably sexist and strange, however, one caught her eye – one was achievable. "Make him feel needed"
"Well," Sagiri thought aloud "he already knows I need him. But maybe I could do more? I could call him and tell him I miss him...no, that's too needy. I could ask him to model for a male character I'm working on…hmmm, no that'd make him uncomfortable…." "Ah!" She screeched "I'll do some chores as a way of saying thank you for all that he does for me!"
Sagiri knew that her brother hated doing chores but did them anyway so that she could live in a nice home.
Strapping on an apron, tying her hair in a bun and putting on some rubber gloves she set to work. Starting in his room, she piled all his printed documents, changed his bed clothes and swept his floor. She then moved onto the kitchen, seemed that he had already done the dishes so she washed all the cupboards and the floor until it was sparkling. Next was the living room where he often sat with Elf and Muramasa to talk about their upcoming manga. She swept and washed the floor, tidied away his laptop and notes, washed the coffee table and arranged the cushions on the sofas. Lastly Sagiri organised the genkan and wiped down the stairs so that the whole house was sparkling.
Now all she had to do was wait in the hallway for his return.
Hours passed and he was yet to come through the door, exhausted from work and forgetting to eat Sagiri dozed off on the floor. When Masamune entered the house at roughly 9pm, he called out apologising for being late, only to see Sagiri curled up on the floor in front of him wearing an apron, with her hair tied back messily and with comically large rubber gloves on her dainty, small hands. He stepped over her, looking into every room, admiring all she had done for him. He then returned, picked her up and carried to her room where he took her hair out of the bun, removed her apron and rubber gloves and lay her gently on her bed. As he was leaving he noticed she was wearing a pair of jeans and a vest – not what one should ever sleep in.
He went to her wardrobe and picked out her pink pyjamas, as he placed them on the chair next to her bed he stared down at his small sister, contemplating what he was about to do. Masamune had had strong feelings for his sister for quite some time now, however, her constant irritation with him made him see that it was a one-sided love. Could he bring himself to undress his sister without succumbing to temptation?
Masamune peeled of Sagiri's socks that were designed to look like little ducks. He then began to unbutton her jeans, revealing her white and pink striped panties, they looked so small, so delicate.
Carefully pulling her jeans off he started to get to work on her vest, pulling it up her body slowly, reconsidering the reason he was doing this. Was it really for her comfort as she sleeps or for his own desires? Shaking his head, he continued to pull her vest up until it was completely off and lay strewn on the floor with her jeans. Damn it, she wasn't wearing anything underneath, Sagiri was completely exposed to him, her small frame accentuated by the faint glow of streetlights outside, staring at her chest he began to feel ashamed for the sudden swelling in his pants, her small, adorable face lay innocently dreaming whilst her body was completely on show for her brother to see. Well…not completely, drawing in a deep breath Masamune slowly brought Sagiri's panties down her legs, over her feet and onto the floor with the rest of her clothes.
"Now," he whispered to himself "put her pyjama's on. Don't do anything you'll regret" as he said this he felt his hands drift down to his pants, releasing himself from their prison, stroking back and forth he stared down at his sister, slowly allowing one hand to drift down to her chest, feeling her soft skin beneath it, he began to grope her breasts, memorising their curves and suppleness, she moved under his hands, letting out a small moan, was she feeling pleasure in her sleep? His fingers stroked down her torso, over her stomach and down to her… "No!" he shouted at himself quickly covering his mouth out of fear of waking his sleeping sister.
He was so ashamed, so embarrassed for how he had acted, he carefully put Sagiri into her pyjama's, lay her blanket over her and placed a teddy in her arms. He then folded the clothes he'd thrown to the floor and placed them on the chair next to her bed where her pyjamas had sat.
Silently he opened the door and crept out into his own room.
Sagiri lay, as still as she had the whole time, should she have told him she was awake? Should she have stopped him? "Damn" she thought "I'm just as perverted as he is".