I know this one is another short chapter but it's a moment that stands on it's own and it's finished. Its easier for me to write when I have parts out of the way. Thanks for the reviews. You keep me writing. No ending in sight yet. Enjoy.
Byakuya' position as head of the 6th division was fairly new. When one is new to such a position one tends to naturally work harder but for Byakuya it was a place he could go to keep his mind off of his household issues. There was a picture of the two sisters on his otherwise unadorned utilitarian desk. They smiled in that picture like they were the best of friends.
When the day was going particularly bad and the burden of responsibility weighed particularly heavy on his shoulders, he would look past the form of the taller woman to the shorter one which made him smile. Then he would remember the incident with the man in the bedroom. How could she bring someone like that into the house? It wasn't like her at all.
Yes she was a woman but she seemed like so much more, such a better person then that. She had a fiancé from a noble family and a happy life ahead of her. Wondering why she would mess something like that up when every part of her still screamed innocence.
Did the man trick her somehow? No he was just deluding himself again. Women from the lower districts were all the same. What he saw in her eyes was just an illusion. Those pleading eyes that seemed to need more then he was able to give her.
It was his fault, he was now her brother. He was supposed to keep her safe from harm. He made that commitment and had to keep it, insure her safety and future happiness. The sooner she was married to Shiba the better for her.
Every part of him wanted to keep her but he knew she would only be dragged farther down if she stayed in that house with them. The smile he had once seen had long ago left her face. If it took letting her go to see that smile again he would do it, breaking his own heart to give her all that he couldn't.
It wouldn't be an easy thing for him to do. The attraction between them grew by the moment. They were like magnets when they got close, the overwhelming need to touch her was becoming too much.
Soon he found himself bringing his wife to his bed more often to release some of the pressure building in his body. The similarities between their looks were not enough to satiate his urgency for his sister. He would put his hand over the woman's mouth so he would not have to hear her voice when relieving himself in her.
He sat at his desk entertaining yet another fantasy about his sister. The neglected paperwork passed off to his lieutenant. A sweet fantasy was what he needed to get through another grueling day. Turning to his window he stared out into the now dark field.
There wasn't a single way he hadn't thought about having her. Every position, every scenario, anything he could come up with he imagined doing with her. Ignoring the tugging guilt he imagined her laying on his desk, her body spread out in front of him to do with as he pleased. Her innocent pleading eyes begging him to take her.
Licking every inch of her body, his tongue touching every part of her as he lingered over the sensitive places. Imagining how she would moan at his touch aroused him beyond control and he pictured her legs spread apart for him to fully taste her.
But he was at work and had to stop himself there yet again. It was getting too arousing and there was still work to be completed. Turning back to the papers that sat where he had imagined Rukia the reality of the situation set in again. It would always just be paper on his desk and the wrong woman in his bed.
