Chapter 2
Pilica hastily dressed herself and flinging the blue towel into the laundry basket, she jogged down the stairs, her blue-white skirt bouncing in her rush.
Her mind buzzed. She had a lot of questions. Well, who wouldn't? Her brother just… She couldn't even think of a word to fit what he did to her.
True enough, the baka had made her breakfast. Hot steaming pancakes lay in a stack in a big white plate. Several packets of maple syrup and a handful of mini-butter boxes lay strewed haphazardly in a mini-basket.
She sighed at the sight. While it was a delight to eat pancakes smothered in maple syrup and lathered in butter, it pained her. It reminded her of him.
Five minutes later, Pirika walked out of her house, in search of her brother. Her brother only went to one place nowadays. Yoh's place.
She sighed heavily again and began her trip to Yoh's place.
She had not walked too far when she reached the first of 4 cross-junctions she had to cross to reach Yoh's place when a blue-haired boy opposite the street strode past her view.
Horo? she thought. Pirika hollered out his name. The figure didn't react. She tried again. It merely produced the same result.
The traffic light blinked red with the green man sign lighting up at the road to her left. She hesitated then crossed over, walking in parallel to the blue-haired figure.
It took another two zebra crossing and a jogging pace to catch up to the blue-haired figure. Her decision proved correct. He was Horo.
"Oniisan!" she cried out. The blue-haired figure spun around, a shock on his face.
"Pirika! What are you doing here?" he began, retracting a hand behind his back.
"What's that? You can't fool me," said Pirika, a stern expression forming on her face.
"Oh nothing," replied Horo innocently. He hung an arm around his younger sister and started walking.
"You're planning to get drunk."
"Huh? What? Oh nothing like that imootosan (younger sister)", said Horo, a innocent smiling face plastered on his face.
"Stop changing the subject."
"I'm not even-"
"I said shut up."
"You didn't-"
"I need to talk to you"
"About-"
"Are you walking home or not?"
"I was-"
"Stop interrupting my speech"
"I'm not-"
"Baka"
Horo decided that, at this point of time, he should just stop talking. Further attempts to do so had merely left him verbally abused.
"You're ignoring me!" cried Pirika, a sullen look forming on her face.
"I'm not-"
"I said shut up right?"
Horo walked the rest of the trip with his mouth shut and ears closed. Having a sister was a pain in the neck.
"Why are we walking this way? Isn't our house that way?" question Pirika.
"Shortcut." That was all he could think of. Actually, he was so annoyed with her incessant chatter he lost track of where he was walking.
The duo ended up in a field across their house after some time. At this point, Pirika became silent. They walked for some distance before coming across an obstacle. A row of thorny bushes. Being the Shaman he was, Horo leapt over easily. But being Horo, he didn't offer to help her across. (The bushes were about thigh high.)
Pirika gave him a death glare and leapt over.
A sudden cry pierced the air. Pirika lay on the ground, clutching her leg.
"You okay?" inquired Horo.
"Do I look okay to you?" fired back Pirika. Horo merely shrugged his shoulders.
"I think I hurt my leg. But I can't really see the wound," said Pirika, scanning her legs for any visible injuries.
"You say it hurts?" asked Horo.
"Yeah, even now."
Horo thought hard. She said she was hurt on her leg, yet he couldn't see any wounds. He stared at the bushes. If he remembered correctly, those were poisonous- A sudden realization hit him.
"Pull up your skirt."
"Huh? What?" replied Pirika, looking completely lost.
"I said-"
"I know what you said. But why?" said Pirika, an uncertain tone creeping into her voice.
"No time to explain. Just close your eyes."
She didn't of course. She watched helplessly as he pulled up her skirt in broad daylight at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
He kneeled down. Pirika started to feel uneasy.
His head bent down. Pirika froze in spot, unable to do anything.
Then she saw the wound. A fairly deep cut in her left inner thigh, close to her groin. And something wooden was sticking out.
"This part will hurt," warned Horo. Without waiting for her to brace herself, he pulled out the thorn. A globe of blood seeped out.
Then he bent his head down and sucked on the wound, hard. His cheek brushed against her soft panties. Even though she knew he wasn't trying to touch her like in the morning but she couldn't help but let out a low moan.
Horo straightened up and spat something out from his mouth. He reached down and started to suck hard on her inner thigh.
Pirika couldn't help but feel aroused. She was in the middle of nowhere private, anyone could be seeing her. And her own brother was sucking on her inner thigh. How could she not feel aroused?
Horo straightened up again and spat the same something out. He reached down and sucked on her inner thigh, all the while his cheek brushing against her groin, now noticeably wet. Horo seemed to notice this, and placed a hand on her other inner thigh.
"Oniisan…" moaned Pirika. She knew he had no ill intentions, but now she wasn't sure. Because of that, she didn't know how to react either.
Horo licked her wounded thigh and spat out the poison he had sucked out. Pirika may have been a Shaman, but Shamans were not invincible.
"Done. If I didn't get the poison out soon, who knows what will happen?" said Horo, standing up. He stretched out a hand to her.
Pirika held on his hand and pulled herself up. Somehow, it reminded her when she was small. Pirika blushed hard and kept her face down, embarrassed to face her brother.
"Let's go back home."
Pirika nodded and still holding on to Horo's hand walked home with him.
Upon reaching home Horo made Pirika sit on a table.
"Now what?" asked Pirika curiously.
"My trip with Yoh was not wasted. I've learned other Shamanic Skills other than my ice-based ones."
Pirika could only watch him hungrily as he slid two hands up her left thigh. His hands rested just short of touching her panties. Muttering a few words, Pirika felt an overwhelming sexual tingle in her thighs.
"Your wound's fully healed," said Horo. He turned his back and went to the kitchen.
Pirika was now breathing heavily. She looked at Horo seductively. Should she say it out?
"Horo," she called out. She could still turn back.
"Yes imootosan?" replied Horo, not facing her.
"I want to-" she trailed off. She could still turn back.
"Want what?" said Horo, still having his back face her.
"I want you to teach me-" She could still turn back.
"Teach what?" said Horo, now turning around and facing her. He looked deep into her eyes, trying to see what she had in mind. Pirika opened her mouth. There was no turning back now.
"how to masturbate."
Inner Spirit: Sequel done. I know I shouldn't have left you hanging. If I'm lucky, I can make a sequel before my OBS which is next week.