Chapter 3

Horo blinked.

Pirika turned her face away from Horo. She was too embarrassed to look at him. Pirika got off the table she was on and walked to her/his room. (They sleep together remember?)

I just screwed everything up. Now he's gonna hate me for life. thought Pirika.

"You can wait until after I do the dishes right?" called out Horo from the kitchen.

Pirika's hair-shrouded face smiled. Her heart beat so hard at his words. (Her curiosity about his morning behavior was forgotten.)

Pirika walked into the shared bedroom. A huge landscape mirror was fixed onto a wall opposite the bed.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she looked at herself in the mirror.

What have I gotten myself into?

She turned to the entrance of the balcony leading off from the bedroom. Her eyes became drowned in the scenery before her.

Dull clouds floated sleepily across the graying blue sky. It was going to rain. A sudden streak of light far off in the distance erupted from the sky. A lightning bolt.

The familiar and the only footsteps in the house echoed in her mind. She turned her head to the door.

Horo walked into the room. He was breathing hard. He looked at Pirika. Their eyes meet briefly before Pirika broke the contact.

Horo ran a hand across his blue-hair and pulled off the headband that held his hair in place.

Pirika glanced at him. Her heart started to beat fast. She didn't know why, but he looks so hot without the headband.

Horo proceeded to a chair opposite her. He sat down and looked at her. Pirika purposely avoided his gaze.

"You know how to touch yourself?" asked Horo. Pirika, still avoiding his gaze, shook her head.

Horo sighed. He stood up, walked to the bed and positioned himself behind her.

"Like this."

Horo slipped a hand up her shirt, making Pirika recoil in shock. It was scary how invasion of privacy could make her so horny.

His hand continued upwards, sliding under her blue satin bra. His hands finally settled on her breasts. Pirika started to say something. But the sexual feeling of her own brother fondling her breast silenced her.

With his other hand, he began to feel his sister's stomach. It was smooth and had a silky touch to it. Pirika shuddered at his touch.

Then, bringing his head to her ear, he nibbled lightly on her ear. Pirika moaned out in delight. She reclined on her brother's frame, feeling the muscular body with hers.

"You know how to rub yourself?" whispered Horo. Pirika felt something hot grow between her legs and knew she was wet.

Pirika shook her head.

"It starts with an object or your hand," said Horo, whispering and nibbling on her ear.

"Then you moved it down your body," said Horo, sliding the hand on her stomach down. Pirika shifted slightly. She was becoming wetter with every second. Horo slipped his hands past the hem of her skirt. He lifted her satin panties and reached in. He could feel the wetness of her on her satin panties.

"Then you rub your clit," Horo slid his hand till his fingers was just over her clit.

Pirika couldn't take the teasing anymore. She reached down with her hand and grasped her brother's hand.

"Please… Don't tease me…" said Pirika softly. Horo could hear the sexual tension in her voice.

Horo grinned. Without warning, he slipped a finger into her sister's vagina, rubbing the walls of her clit slowly.

Pirika gasped and clutched her brother's invading hand. But that did not stop Horo. It was so arousing to hold her brother's hand which was masturbating her. She looked up and watched intently on the figures in the mirror. It drove her to an extreme state of being aroused of watching her own brother masturbate her in the mirror.

"Oh Horo…" said Pirika, her voice dwindling to a whisper. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the masturbation her brother gave her. The heavy fondling of Horo's hand on her breast, occasionally playing with her hardened nipple, and the sexually stimulating massage her brother was giving her. She couldn't help but moan her brother's name.

The sexual tension in her built up rapidly. She felt something about to burst. She felt a gradual climax of sexual proportions. She never felt like this before. Just short of her reaching that point, Horo stopped.

He pulled his finger out of her and sucked on it. His hand left her breast and retracted to his body.

"Why did you?" started Pirika, but Horo shook his head.

Pirika could feel the pleasure of being masturbated echoing throughout her body.

Horo walked over to the desk below the huge mirror.

Pirika looked at Horo. She slid a hand up her skirt and rested it on her thigh. She desperately wanted to reach that climax. Pirika played with the entrance of her slit. She didn't know whether to masturbate herself now.

Horo pulled a large envelope out. Flipping open the top of the envelope, he tossed the envelope onto the bed, a pile of papers sliding out and resting in a fan shape on the bed.

Pirika pulled out her hand. She desperately wanted to reach that climax. But she guessed her brother wanted her to see the documents.

Turning over on her stomach, she picked through the documents strewn on the bed.

The desire in her still burnt. She could wait.

A click signified that her brother had left the room.

Looking through the papers, she noticed one that stood out from the rest. It was old, older than any of the documents the envelope spat out.

She didn't see finish the documents, but two words which caught her eye was enough to horrify her.

The words HoroHoro and the word,

-adoption.

Inner Spirit: Haha… Now you get the title of my story? The next story will come in a few days later. Then after that, a week's break for OBS.