Chapter 1

The hot water gushed down the tap in Pirika's bathroom in the Usui household. It was early in the morning, barely over 7.00am. She had a lot in mind; well it was only one thing which was planning how to kill Horo in his training but it does take up a lot of space in her mind.

The hot water cascaded down her toned body. Ever since she started to make Horo train, (which started when Horo became accepted as a Shaman at an age of 5) she'd been training hard herself, since she recently been accepted as a shaman.

Maybe I'll make him run 50 laps… Pirika thought.

She dried off her hair then wrapped a soft blue towel around her.

Maybe I'll make him do 500 push-ups followed by 500 sit-ups. her mind wandered evilly.

Pirika stepped into the only bedroom. She didn't feel the need to sleep in separate beds. Ever since the end of Hao, the duo resettled in Japan, Tokyo. They managed to get a terrace house not too far from Yoh's place.

Where's Horo? Usually that baka would be sleeping. Maybe he's tired of me waking him up. (She uses a steel baseball bat to wake him up after one second of warning) she thought.

Deciding that maybe he had to go to the toilet (there are three toilets in the Usui household), Pirika locked the door and walked over to the cupboard. She just got it opened when she heard a familiar set of footsteps.

"You woke me up," said Horo sleepily as he hugged her frame from behind. Then, to her shock, he slowly removed the blue towel wrapping her. The towel slipped off her body easily and fell into a mess on the floor.

"Oniisan, brother" started Pirika, blushing hard. She instinctively turned around, but Horo's left hand was placed it on her stomach, preventing her from doing so.

Blatantly ignoring her, he used his other free hand to slid it down her smooth body, having being bathed just before, to her luscious breasts. Feeling the nipple of her breast, he froze the hardened nipple.

Pirika recoiled in shock and pleasure. She knew this was wrong. Yet, how could she do anything to him? She might have power over him in training, but this was a completely different situation.

"Oniisan, please…" she moaned his name out softly.

Horo kept silent. He moved his hand to the other breast and felt the nipple. It was soft and supple. He felt her heartbeat, quick yet uncertain, a sign of arousal. Holding the nipple between two fingers, he gently squeezed it before freezing the exposed tip of her breast. Pirika responded with a slight hesitant squirm and a low murmur of pleasure.

Pirika, in an attempt to console herself, told herself he was drunk, even though he had not drank anything last night.

But when his hand, previously on her stomach, slid down past her stomach and neared her private spot, she cried out.

"Horo, please. We're not suppose to…" Horo cut her off, pressing his chin down on her right shoulder to prevent her from squirming.

Keeping his dead silence, he blew gently on her neck, and she felt his cold breath (he's a shaman) caress her body. It was comfortingly nice, yet it unsettled her he was going to do something siblings should never.

Satisfied she stopping moving, Horo proceeded to trace a line along her body to her private spot. His right hand, still on her chest, began to massage her firm breast, occasionally feeling the cleavage of her breast. He traced the line down through the spot, which was already soaking wet. He traced until the wetness stopped, and retraced a line back, lifting his wet finger from her once it hit the perimeter of her private spot. All the while, Pirika could only moan in agonizing pleasure. It was too hard for her to resist such pleasure.

Pirika shuddered, both in delight and horror. How could her dear brother do such a thing?

Horo sucked on his wet finger, tasting her juices. Then, at last, he spoke.

"Did you know you taste so sweet? But one thing I can't believe I haven't even started to have an erection and you're dripping wet down there. You do get excited really fast."

At these words Pirika couldn't help but become more aroused. Her breath became shallow and slowed. Her face became red with embarrassment.

His hands trailed off her, his breath left her body and the frost on her nipple vanished. A gentle lock on the door showed that he had the manners to lock the door once he left. Which totally contradicted his actions for touching her.

A muffled shout echoed through the door.

"I made pancakes. The syrup's in the fridge. Won't be in for training," yelled Horo.

A few moments later, the main front door clicked shut.

Pirika finally understood what he was doing to her. He was teasing her. She had to talk to him.

Inner Spirit: My first one. Please R&R. Will make a sequel, but not too soon.