Hello! I am returning once again with a Brothers Conflict story. This time it features Ema and Tsubaki.

This is my first time really writing a story like this, so I don't think it is written really well. I don't usually write stories with such activity in it, so I hope it is decent. Funny story - I actually wrote most of this story 4 years ago! I guess I was bored and inspired while doing college homework. Oops. The beginning, though, was written recently.

I hope you like this one shot story. As always, I do not own the characters of Brothers Conflict.

What a long day.

Ema had finally reached home. The day seemed to have lagged on forever. Now a college student, she woke up before the sun and took the train to Meiji University for her first class at 8 o'clock. She had 3 more classes scattered throughout the day. By the time her classes ended and she took the train back home, the sun was practically setting.

She checked her mail slot. A few pieces of mail. Probably junk mail. She took them out and headed towards the elevator.

She remembered that most of her brothers would not be home, for one reason or another. The only ones who would be were Ukyo, Tsubaki, Azusa, Yuusuke, and Wataru. Besides her. They were all so busy lately. Ema missed having everyone around like when she first moved into the apartments. But, such is life.

Dinner had ended, but Ukyo left a plate of food for her to eat. He never forgot her. He remembered those days staying up late or staying on campus late.

As Ema got off the elevator, she looked down at the living room and dining room below. Although there was a dim light on, Tsubaki was sitting at the table, a script in his hand. She smiled. He always worked so hard.

She headed towards the stairs. When she reached the bottom, Tsubaki turned his head to look to see who was there. A huge grin came across his face.

"Oh, hi little sis! Back from college, I assume?"

Ema walked to the table and set her bag on the floor. "Hi Tsubaki. Yes, I just got home. I'm really hungry."

His attention turned to his script.

"Ukyo-nii has a plate in the fridge for you. He figured you would be late, again. But he understands. "

She went to the kitchen and grabbed the plate that was carefully placed in the refrigerator. She also took a cup and filled it with water. Ema then sat at the dinner table and ate quietly. Delicious as always. Not much conversation was between them while she ate. She respected Tsubaki in that she knew he was studying his script really carefully. He had a drama taping coming up in about a week. He was very excited for it. He was the main male lead.

She finished her dinner. No time to waste. She cleaned her dishes and picked up her school bag.

"Would you like to run lines with me tonight?" He asked her as she was reaching for her bag.

She sadly shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Tsubaki. Not tonight. It has been a long day again. A long week, actually. I'm pretty tired. I was going to take a shower and then go to bed. I'm sorry…"

She did feel bad. She had been used to running lines with him every once in awhile. Azusa was hard at work with his own schedule and Ema would take the time away from her studies to get her mind off of things as she helped him with his lines. But, sadly, not tonight. He had a slight frown on his face.

"Oh, okay. I understand. Maybe tomorrow?" He winked at her.

She knew she had a lot of reading to do this weekend and prepare for a paper coming up. She would almost have to play it by ear. But she didn't want to disappoint him anymore than what she already had.

"Sure! I can help you sometime this weekend for sure."

A big smile returned to his face.

"Have a good night, Tsubaki," She waved to him and headed up the stairs and back to the elevator to her floor. Perhaps Juli would greet her.

Taking the key out from her bag, she opened the door and walked into her room. It was dark. Ema turned on the desk light. Much to her surprise, Juli was curled up on her bed, sleeping. She smiled. She set her bag down on the floor by her desk. Thankfully no classes tomorrow, so she had plenty of time to do her homework. Right now, she wasn't feeling up to doing it.

She really needed a shower.

As quiet as she could, she gathered her pajamas and her shower things and headed out her room. She took the elevator to the floor with the bathroom. The floor seemed quiet as she walked down the hallway. She opened the bathroom door and turned on the light.

"Perfect! Finally. Peace and quiet." She sighed heavily. It had been a rough week and a long day. A shower would be the perfect end to the day.

She carefully peered out the bathroom into the hallway. No one in sight.

Ema returned back and began to undress. Carefully she set all her dirty clothes in her laundry bag and grabbed her soap and shampoo. She then situated her set of towels just outside the shower door. She took out her hair tie and her hair fell past her shoulders. Her hair has surely grown since she started college. She looked at her reflection of her naked body in the large mirror that spread across the wall. She could tell that parts of her had grown well, too, besides her hair. Ema was becoming quite the young adult.

She walked into the shower and started the water. For a few moments she stood there and let the hot water rain down on her. Oh, did it feel so good. She had been anticipating this all day.

The next few minutes she washed up and rinsed, followed by a good scrub of her hair.

Ema could stay there forever, of course. But everything good has to come to an end. She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, careful not to slip and fall. She found her towel and began to dry off, making sure she didn't miss any spots. Then she took her hair towel and moved it back and forth on her head.

She stepped out of the shower room and was back in the bathroom. Once she felt satisfied, she slipped on her underwear and her long, comfy pajama pants.

"Oh no! I forgot my slippers." She looked around the room and realized that her slippers were not with her clothes. Oh well, so she will walk back to her room without them.

Ema was gathering her personal items and brought them to the counter, the towel now back on her head. Perhaps she would just let her hair air dry tonight. No big fuss. She was pretty tired. She noticed the big mirror was covered in steam, and she couldn't see her reflection. So she took her body towel and rubbed the condensation from the mirror, just enough so she could see herself.

She took her hairbrush and began brushing her thick, wet luscious hair, trying to get any tangles out.

Turning to her clothes, she realized she forgot her bra, too.

"I'm rather forgetful tonight, aren't I?" She commented to herself. She sighed. Oh well. Hopefully she wouldn't encounter one of her brothers along the way. That's the last thing she needed – one of them seeing her nipples through her light pink colored pajama shirt. She blushed a bit at the thought.

She then took her face lotion and applied some to her face. She rubbed in the lotion thoroughly and then took her body spray. Cool mist fell on her bare chest, which made her shiver. The smell of cherry blossoms filled the room.

Ema then heard footsteps coming down the hall. Who could this be? Everyone in the house knows that they can't be around the floor with the bathroom when she's in there. She caught her breath as her heart raced.

The silhouette of the person appeared at the door to the bathroom; Ema could see that much at the reflection of the mirror. Suddenly the door slid open.

"Tsubaki!?"

She shrieked as she covered up her bare chest that he could probably see in the reflection of the mirror. Tsubaki was surprisingly looking down, not at her. Her heart thumped.

He then began to walk to her.

He still was looking down as she didn't turn to face him. "Hey! Tsubaki! Stop it. Please sto-"

Ema's words got caught in her throat. Tsubaki was on his knees, his strong arms wrapped around them. What was he doing?

"H-hey…" Dammit, why wouldn't anything comprehensible come out of her mouth?

"Shhh, it's okay," his voice was as cool as a summer breeze. "It's okay, little sis. You're okay."

She definitely was not okay. She's in the bathroom just after a shower, half naked with Tsubaki attached to her legs. How can this be normal?

Her face was starting to get hot as a blush appeared from her cheeks to her ears.

"Tsubaki…c-can you leave? I am finishing getting ready here…" her voice trembled. She couldn't hide her fear. She wanted him out.

"I can't leave yet." He managed to say in a breath that was barely audible. Here he began to slowly undo his hold and ran his hands slowly up her pajama pants, stopping at her slim hips. He again wrapped his arms around her waist gently but firmly.

Ema was so done. Her heart was thumping at such a fast speed she was afraid he could hear it. She looked at the mirror to see if he was trying to catch a peek at her front part of her body that she was desperately trying to hide from him.

"Why?"

She wished she had never asked.

"Because there is something I want to do." was all Tsubaki said in his same sexy, breathy voice from earlier. He released his hold on her waist and rested his hands on her hips. This happened for a few seconds until he slowly began rubbing his hands up and down the sides of her legs, from her hips to her knees and back again. Words again were stuck in her throat.

No, he can't – he's not going to…pull down my pants!?

The possibility of this happening brought on great fear. She was not ready for this to be happening!

She felt slight pressure on a small part of her back. It was rather warm. It registered in her mind that he had planted a kiss inches from the waist hem of her pants. Hands again placed at her waist, he then placed another kiss above where he did the first. And then another. And another.

Tsubaki continued following an upward pattern of kisses up her spine. This for sure led to great chills and sensations Ema had not felt before. She began to wince a little from the electrical pulses going through her body.

As he went higher with his kisses, he began to be in a more upright position. As he got higher up her back, his hands equally traced her sexy curves. His hands stopped right under her arms that were covering her breasts.

His kisses now were as far as her neck. A hand was brought up to brush her wet hair to the side, and then went back to the side of her body. Tsubaki placed a final kiss at the base of her neck. He then sent more shockwaves through her body as the tip of his hot tongue began licking one side of it.

A soft moan came from her mouth.

No, no I can't be doing this. This is wrong. This can't be happening.

His tongue slowly moved from one side of her neck to the other, hitting at just the right nerves which activated her pleasure responses.

"T-tsu-ba-ki…" barely a whisper came from her mouth.

Please…stop…

"Don't worry, Ema. You don't have to worry."

There was his sexy voice again. This time he said her name. She couldn't remember the last time he had used her name.

"I have had my eyes closed. I have this whole time," he breathed again. His hands followed her curves a few more times. "I wouldn't want to see you. See the you that should be meant for your future husband someday…" his voice had a small hint of sadness in it.

His words led an inaudible gasp come from her mouth and her crossed arms fell to her sides. What is he saying?

Tsubaki kissed her neck again. "But please permit me to do this," he whispered.

What? Do what?!

He stopped for only a second. Then his big warm hands traced her body upward. They followed the shape of her breasts and gently cupped them, resting his hands there.

A jolt of fear, surprise, and pleasure hit her like lightening. Tsubaki was bold enough to not only touch, but cup her breasts with his big hands. Her heart skipped a beat and sweat was forming on her forehead.

"Tsu…tsu…"

She couldn't get anything to come out her mouth. What was caught in her throat was a plea for him to let her go and leave the bathroom in peace. But equally a spark was ignited and a very small portion of her being didn't want this to stop.

"Shhh, relax…just relax, Ema. I won't hurt you." His voice trailed off into the same sultry whisper as before.

His big hands went from their oh-so-careful holding and he then began to lightly massage her breasts. Her marshmallow soft breasts fit almost perfectly in his hands as he moved them in small circular motions.

Ema's breathing began getting shallow and her mouth began to drop slightly. She couldn't imagine this ever happening now, and especially with Tsubaki here in the bathroom after her shower. Small moans began to escape from her mouth and she desperately tried to keep them from reaching his ears.

Tsubaki continued to lightly massage her breasts. He had been waiting so long to do this, his head was spinning from the reality that he was. He realized how tight his pants were feeling, for the growth inside them was desperate to get out.

By this time Ema's eyes were closed and her neck was tilted to the side. Perfect for Tsubaki to come through with his hot tongue and trace the bare skin. Somehow he knew how to hit the right nerves each time.

"You're so beautiful, Ema…" his breathy voice whispered in her ear and sent shivers up her spine.

Beautiful? Her? She had never thought so. This was the first time that someone other than her father told her that she was beautiful. Her face was probably as red as a tomato now from his words.

She couldn't focus on that for too long, because Tsubaki stopped massaging her breasts. Ema thought for a second that this was all over and she could hopefully push him out of the bathroom.

"Tsuba-ah!" She gasped as she felt the tips of his fingers toy with her nipples. A finger went back and forth lightly on each nipple before he traced each one in circular motions. She became weak in the knees and tried to stand her ground and stay upright. The sensitive nerve endings in her nipples were sending shockwaves throughout her body. Her breasts, not particularly big, but not too small, responded this way when Tsubaki switched to playing with her nipples.

Ema bit her lip hard. Little moans were escaping her mouth again. This was definitely not good. Surely he was taking in these sounds of pleasure and took the cues that he should continue. An eye slightly opened as she peered at herself in the mirror, taking in the image of Tsubaki pleasuring her. Was this even real?

An unusual feeling in her abdomen was appearing. She had not felt anything like it before. She had an idea what was happening; she knew what the body is supposed to go through during moments like this. It was her delicate lady parts reacting to the pleasure that she was experiencing. Almost like it was aching.

She couldn't take this anymore. She was getting hot. Really hot.

Tsubaki suddenly stopped again. As soon as he did, her quiet moans ceased as well.

"…Tsu…baki…"

"It isn't fair. It just isn't fair." His hands slowly left her breasts and traced her curves down to her waist. They remained there just as before.

"It isn't fair, Ema…you know already how much I love you. How I deserve to have you." His voice was now low. He sighed deeply. "I want you. I want your thoughts, your feelings, your smile. Your body…" He slowly knelt on his knees and hugged her waist.

She could sense sadness in his voice again. She knew how he felt. He was one of the brothers who showed his feelings time and time again, and in not so subtle ways. She can't imagine why he, or any of them, had any feelings for her. They were siblings! By marriage, yes, but…

"You don't know how troubling this has been for me since you first came here. I tried to fight these feelings back, but I can't help myself. I can no longer deny them. Neither can my body."

Of course he was mainly talking about the hard member in his pants that he wished he could break free. But he also felt compassionate, genuine feelings for the woman he was clinging to now in this bathroom. They weren't forced. They weren't wishful feelings. They, too, were real feelings of love. And he tried to convey them to her.

"It's frustrating…" His voice was barely a whisper now.

She didn't want him hurt. Ema realized the issues he was having. But right now…

"I have to battle with twelve others who want your heart. It hurts knowing that you spend time with a number of them more than you do with me." He sighed again. "I hope this time I could convey my feelings to you, especially new feelings that you probably have not experienced before. I mean them, Ema. I really mean them."

Before she could say something, Ema could see in the mirror Tsubaki's arms loosening their hold on as he came into the bathroom, he did not dare to look at the mirror and turned quickly and stood up.

"I hope that you will answer me soon, Ema. I am waiting."

He walked forward, opened the bathroom door, and exited without looking back. His silhouetted figure was seen heading in the direction of the elevator. Ema stared into the mirror, which now was getting pretty foggy again from the humidity of the room. She listened intently, seeing if Tsubaki would come back to the bathroom. Would he?

That question was answered when she heard the faint ping of the elevator doors opening and closing. Waiting a few seconds more, she realized that he wasn't coming back to the bathroom. Her knees, which somehow held her up this whole time, finally buckled and they hit the tile floor. She sighed heavily.

Her internal temperature was so high. She touched her cheeks and could not believe how warm she felt. Then she shared down at her breasts and could not believe what actually happened in the bathroom just now. Was she violated? No, because his touch and his movements sent many waves of pleasure throughout her body, especially her precious region south of her abdomen. Somehow, she secretly craved for more.

Should she follow him? Should she ignore what just happened? These weren't the questions she should be asking now.

She might have to take another shower.

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