Warnings: lolicon, sexual innuendo, (implied) incest, and spoilers (for those that have not read Godchild)

Rating: T

Length: 449 words (excluding title, forenotes, endnotes, and disclaimer)

Bedridden

Riff opened the door to his master's bedroom, breakfast tray in hand. "Lord Cain, it's time to –

"LORD CAIN!" he yelled in shock as Cain stirred, unaware of the sleeping girl next to him. "W-w-w-w-what were you doing with poor Miss Merriweather?!" The very idea! Lord Cain himself seducing his own sister!! Although Cain was no longer the earl of Hargreaves, having given the title over to Merry five years ago, it would still be a scandal when the servants found out!

Cain opened his eyes and sat up, chest bare – even more evidence to "naughty" doings with Merriweather. The blonde lady beside him sighed in her sleep and finally awoke, blinking as she sat up as well.

Thank God, Riff sighed in relief; Merry was fully clothed in her voluptuous nightgown. "Riff... Cain...?" she mumbled, fighting to keep her eyes open and rubbing them in vain. "Why are you yelling now? Is it not too early to be screaming like a hooligan?"

"Merry, go back to sleep," Cain told her and she willingly complied, falling back down with a soft hiss of pleasure. Then Cain finally tuned into the fact that Riff was standing at the doorway.

"R-R-R-R-R-Riff!!" he stammered, face turning bright red. "I-i-i-i-i-it's not like that all, Riff! Merry just had a bad dream and came to me for comfort!!"

Given the evidence, Riff could easily believe that. His master would never keep secrets from him without a reason, Riff convinced himself; it had to be, really, nothing at all. "If you're so sure, Lord Cain," Riff replied, smiling in relief, "I'll just leave your breakfast here and get one more for Miss Merriweather."

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"Cain...?"

The man turned to his "not-sister" as she rose up, the picture of alertness. "You weren't sleeping at all, were you?" he questioned, glints of mirth in his eyes.

Merry shook her head and she began to sweep her long, yellow corn-silk hair behind her. "Do you think it is all right to lead Riff on like that?" she asked him, gently peeling away the nightgown from her body.

Cain took one edge and helped her: they had been lucky that the dress would stick well to Merry's figure and, in the shadows, look as if Merry was really wearing it. "There is no need for him, nor anyone but ourselves, to know," he quietly answered, taking one elegant hand and tracing up Merry's well-developed body, usually hidden by corsets and senseless frills (that elicited a giggle from her).

She grinned and he returned the expression, while she actually slipped on the shift just in time.

Riff arrived at the door with a second tray and bowed out of the room.

End

Author Notes: Please, no "omg MerryXCain is bullshat and u shud go 2 hell u bich," flames wanted. If anything, writing-critique flames are more welcome than those. Thank you for reading – yoroshiku onegaishimasu!

Kaos does not own Count/Earl Cain or Godchild.