Luka watched Kaito flee from the dinner table from under lowered eyelashes. A slight blush tinged her cheeks, matching her pink hair in lovely color. No one at the table noticed as she lowered her eyes once again and finished her dinner.

Standing with a polite comment that she had finished, Luka grabbed Kaito and Master's plates along with her own, and brought them into the kitchen, setting them into the sink for whoever's turn it was to do the dishes tonight. Glancing around briefly to see if anyone was looking, she neatly placed the fork that had rested on Kaito's plate onto a paper towel, and put it in her pocket.

The blue-haired male Vocaloid was on her mind as Luka passed Kaito's door. It was closed and she could tell from the crack under the door that the light was off. Kaito's room was quiet. She wondered if he had already gone to sleep. After a week of not seeing him at dinner, she had been so pleased that Kaito had joined them again tonight. But he had been so quiet, subdued. Luka wondered if he was still not entirely feeling well.

Luka walked to her own room and closed the door behind her quietly. She walked to her soft bed and sat down. She looked around surreptitiously, then smiled at her own actions. Reaching under her pillow, she pulled out the broken ends of a blue scarf. She had found it discarded in the bathroom trash. Kaito's prized posession, his favourite scarf. She brought it to her face with a look of pleasure and buried her face into it, smelling Kaito's scent deeply imbedded in the fabric.

"Kaito onii-san," Luka whispered to herself as she touched the fabric between her slim, delicate fingers. She rubbed the scarf against her lips lightly, and closed her eyes slightly as she sighed. "I like you."

Luka lay back on her bed, her pink hair sprawled elegantly around her head in a fan, her legs in a comfortable position. One of her hands held onto the scarf, continuing to rub her face against it lightly, sensually, as her other hand reached down to her collarbone, touching it gently, and sliding her wandering fingers lower to touch her soft breasts.

Luka's breathing became a little more defined in the quiet atmosphere of her room. She rubbed at herself, at her breasts, then focused on her sensitive nipples, touching, then pinching lightly, playing and enjoying the soft touches. She imagined that it was Kaito's hands touching there. Imagined that the scent of Kaito she smelled from his scarf came from his beautiful blue hair tickling against her face.

Imagined him smiling down at her and whispering, "I love you, too," back to her.

"Aahh~" Luka moaned very softly in a smooth, low pitched, feminine voice. Where she touched felt so good. She moved her hips slightly, rubbing her thighs together. Between her legs felt moist and sensitive. She wanted Kaito to touch there, too.

Trailing her hand down from her breasts to her stomach, and lingering just above where her legs joined together, Luka finally gave into the temptation and slipped her hand inside her pretty white underwear, touched just the tip of her finger against her clit. The feeling gave a pleasant shock to her system, and she moved her hips upwards in a short little motion, as if to encourage her fingers to touch it more.

"Kaito onii-san," She softly moaned under her breath, chanting it like a magic spell. "Kaito onii-san. Touch me more. I love you. I love you."

Her hands quested a little further south and touched against her vaginal opening. It felt slick to her fingers' touches. The scent and feel of the scarf was turning her on. Imagining Kaito's pale, lovely hands on her body was making her whole body flush with excitement and pleasure.

"Ah, that feels so good," Luka sighed, rubbing her first two fingers against the moist slit. The sensations made her tremble slightly. Daringly, she dipped the two fingers into her opening, letting out another soft gasp at the feeling of being filled. She pulled her fingers back out and rubbed them against her opening again, back and forth. Trailing back up to her clitoris and touching it in a small circle. Feeling the jolts of electricity and pleasure as she did so.

Imagining Kaito, touching her there. Imagining his smile. His mouth. His lips. Wondering what it would feel like. If he would touch her there. If he would put his head down there and lick her there, gently, wetly, with his beautiful tongue. Imagined grasping his shining blue hair with her sky blue-nailed hands and pulling him even closer, ever closer in, while he tasted her.

Luka moaned softly, arched her hips up. Her panties were moist with her pleasure. They felt warm and comforting and naughty as she kept moving her slim hand, probing her private parts with her seeking fingers. Focusing more and more on her tiny little clitoris, rubbing it in circles, applying slightly more pressure, more pressure, speeding up her rhythm.

Luka's pleasure increased to the point where she started bucking her hips against her fingers. She wanted more, needed more. It felt so good. If only Kaito-onii-san were here with her now.

"Ahh, ahh~" Luka cried out quietly. Her legs tensed and trembled. "Ahhh!" Starry pleasure tensed in her lower area and exploded behind her eyes. She threw her head back against the pillow, clenching the broken scarf tightly in her hand as her body shook.

Luka lay still for a few moments, panting, a light sheen of sweat covering her soft, feminine body. She turned her head and let the scarf go, to touch her lips gently with her fingertips. She imagined Kaito leaning over her, kissing her lips with that light touch. Her eyes fluttered a little bit and closed, savoring the sensations that lingered after her orgasm.

Her hand reached back out, while her eyes were still closed, and felt for the scarf again. When they touched the fabric, her fingers closed over it, and Luka hugged it against her chest like a lover.

She smiled softly to herself as she drifted pleasantly into a sleep filled with dreams of her dear, kind, blue-haired brother.

She slept peacefully until the middle of the night, when an alarming, high-pitched male shriek rang through her core, waking her rudely and raising her up out of bed to sleepily investigate the source of the noise.