Don't look at her.
Don't look at her, don't look at her, don't look at–
"Ahnn.. impossible, this is far too impossible.." A silky voice slips by, and he's left to choke on his own breath. His fingers halt over the keyboard and the scratching of a pencil skids over paper for just one last minute before it completely stops. "Impossible! Absolutely, completely, oh, I can't believe they could even dare to expect this of me, it's a task far too devastating for me to–"
He slams a hand across his tabletop.
Len seethes as Fukase looks up from his book; (the boy had been completely immersed in reading a biography for their partnered assignment) and his adorable younger sister did absolutely nothing to help, instead pacing in the hallway outside his bedroom and putting on a tone as if she were a damsel in distress.
While normally he'd turn to her with a calmer look and question her gently on what's bothering her, today he just has absolutely no time to put up with her crap.
He's been trying to ignore her for already thirty minutes but she never seems to stop. "What, Rin."
When she finally gets the attention she needs, she skids into his room and practically plops down onto his lap.
It's particularly irritating when she loops her arms around his neck and presses her head against his chest, mumbling a few breathy whimpers underneath her throat as if being beside him could ease her entire day. His friend tucks away a wary crimson strand of hair behind his ear, and his eyes show a look of concern.
No, no, don't look at her.
Before he could get a chance to ask the 'younger sister' what was getting her down, Len smoothly interrupts their gaze. "'Kase, have you written down the list of civil wars set in the east between the twentieth to eighteenth century?"
Luckily, the other boy wasn't one to dawdle. "– no, I haven't, I'm still reading up on this.. give me a minute."
Just like that, the attention she had was pushed away and she immediately snuggled back into her beloved brother, wailing a little for him to focus on her again. "It's the weekend - you promised! I'm sure mum won't appreciate it all too much if you allowed her baby girl to leave the house near sunset – alone, at that."
From what he remembers, he hadn't promised to bring her anywhere and she's being far too adoring than usual for him to actually believe that she's that cute little sister he had all those years before. It's more often for her to sneer at him like a rabid dog every single second of the day rather than cuddle into him like an adorable puppy. The girl is probably trying to gain Fukase's attention for her own disposal, he concludes.
When they both ignore her, she persists, "The mall. Len, the mall, let's go.."
"Later, okay?" He pushes her off, and the younger blonde only frowns before leaving the room.
He finally breathes in peace.
.
.
.
She's here again.
He can tell; right in the corner of his bedroom, a wolfish grin as she slid across the wooden boards and hovered over his bed. His eyes are shut tight, and he feels her squirming underneath his sheets, bringing him into a forced embrace. Her hair tickles his chin and her tongue dances across his collarbone, but he's forced to tighten his eyes shut and live it through.
Maybe she'll leave sooner for today. Maybe she won't touch him like she did the last ti– oh . . .
Her hands slip underneath the waistband of his shorts, and his breath noticeably hitches. She's trailing a finger over his abdomen, lower, lower, dancing across his skin until she'd finally grabbed a hold of that.
Rin's mad – he can tell that she's angry. That this is her revenge for ignoring her desperate pleas from before. A shaky exhale manages to leave his breath. "Nnh.."
He can't breathe, talk, nor fall too silent either.
Don't look at her, don't look at her, don't look at her–
"Hmnn..!"
Don't look at her, don't look, don't–
She presses down, and he gasps.
Don't look..!
But she's relentless, tugging, grinning, and kissing his shoulder with a hint of mirth.
It isn't until hours later does she finally slide out of his bed and closes the door behind her with a soft thump as she makes her way out of his bedroom; And, almost immediately after her departure, his eyes shoot open and his fingers fist into his duvet.
Len bites down on his bottom lip – holy shit.
... just, holy shit.
(why do i do this) my life is 100% holy shit at this point
now have a sinlencest feec to soothe all of ur deprived souls . . .