Dark lemons

by Ghost hunters 1985

Dark lemons

13. V

Nunnally jolted in her wheelchair as the sounds of her brother's sluggish footsteps faltered. It was quiet, and then Lelouch heaved a sigh and there was the telltale squeak of the sofa as Lelouch sank into the plush cushions.

Concern swelled in Nunnally's heart, knocking aside the distracting thoughts that had been dancing in her mind since second period. No, since long before then. Turning her chair, she moved closer to where Lelouch was now vegetating on the couch. Brooding. How typical. She reached out, hesitating only slightly before placing a comforting hand on his knee. "Are you all right, big brother?"

It was Lelouch's turn to startle, and Nunnally could feel the warmth of his smile. She could imagine him staring at her with devoted focus, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose under his rapt attention.

Clearing his throat, Lelouch idly patted Nunnally's hand. His touch was so gentle. "I'll be fine, Nunnally. I'm just a little stressed. It's nothing to worry about."

Nunnally frowned. Lelouch had been stressed for awhile now. He never talked to her, but she knew he was dealing with something. "I want to help," she insisted, squeezing his knee.

"You already help," Lelouch assured her, shifting on the couch. "Just coming home to your smiling face makes everything worthwhile."

Quickly, Nunnally forced her expression into a smile again. She hoped he was watching, that he was comforted by her smile as he'd claimed. She waited in soothing silence, simply being there for him but wishing to do more, and listened to the sound of her brother breathing deeply. His knee was warm under her palm. Those damn distracting ideas wormed into her mind again, and Nunnally managed to swallow a gasp before alerting Lelouch that something plagued her thoughts. His knee was so warm. He was solid, there for her, like he'd always been. Like she always wanted to be for him in return. If she acted on her thoughts, would he still be there? Or would he move out of reach?

Hardly daring to breathe, she lightly skimmed her hand up his leg, stopping mid-thigh.

He froze under her questing fingers, and she could feel the weight of his questioning stare. "Nunnally?"

Nunnally squared her shoulders and leaned in. She stroked back to Lelouch's knee, then up again, but farther than before. She repeated the motion a few times, psyching herself up to just go for it, and finally found the courage to cup her big brother between his legs. He was warm there, too. Warm and solid and there, beneath her hand.

"Nunnally!" Lelouch's tone came out strangled.

Nunnally didn't answer except to rub him.

"What…are you doing…?" Lelouch asked, his voice still scratchy. He wasn't bolting. He wasn't doing anything, except letting Nunnally grind the heel of her palm against his stirring hardness. Then he was rocking slightly into Nunnally's touch, and the fabric of his uniform pants wrinkled from the motion under Nunnally's hand.

"I'm going to help you relax," Nunnally said simply, sending another smile towards Lelouch. "You always take care of me, big brother. Now let me take care of you."

Lelouch groaned softly, and a moment later, his gentle hand was cupping Nunnally's face. "You don't need to do this, little sister. It's…"

Nunnally leaned into his warmth. "I want to, Lelouch," she said, and she could sense his surprise at the firmness of her tone. His fingers trembled against her cheek. "You deserve to relax. And I'm tired of being seen as the pure, proper little princess. I want to experience my life, Lelouch, and I want you to be my first."

Lelouch was probably staring shell-shocked at her, but Nunnally was too proud of herself for finding her voice to care.

Rolling closer, Nunnally tilted her head demurely. "Don't you want to be with me, big brother?"

"Of course, Nunnally," Lelouch rushed to assure her, spreading his legs as he kept thrusting his clothed hardness against her hand. "It's just, what you're asking for is a big deal."

"I deserve a big deal," Nunnally clapped back, squeezing the bulge in his pants. He grew harder under her touch, and a rush of heat spiked to her core. It was exhilarating, the power she held. The pleasure almost within reach. Her dreams on the verge of being realized.

Lelouch choked on air. "Fuck, Nunnally…"

"I know what I want," Nunnally murmured, her free hand drifting to his pants' fastenings. "What do you want, Lelouch?"

Freezing yet again, Lelouch managed some kind of high-pitched animal sound. Nunnally had never heard him sound like that, even when the cat had run off with something important to him. Hearing him fumble for words – so unlike him! – Nunnally took pity on him, mentally rehearsed her line for delivery, and invited in a too-innocent tone, "Do you want to fuck me?"

It was incredible that Lelouch's high-pitched sounds weren't breaking the windows.

Nunnally again relished the rush of power. She could reduce her big brother to incoherency, and both their clothes were still on. High on control, Nunnally removed her hands and clasped them in her lap. More than anything, she wanted to keep touching Lelouch. He'd felt so good, so hard, so warm…

Lelouch whimpered at the sudden loss.

"I'm confused, Lelouch," Nunnally ventured, licking her lips as she forced herself to stay still. "Don't you want to fuck your blind, crippled little sister?"

Lelouch sounded like he was wheezing as he fought for breath. "…yes…"

"Then what's the problem?" Nunnally asked sweetly, grinning inwardly at her success.

"You're my little sister," Lelouch explained, as if that was answer enough. But Nunnally still heard him unzipping his pants. "It's my job to take care of you."

Nunnally would have rolled her eyes if she'd been able. "Then make sure I cum."

Lelouch fell off the couch, hissing expletives under his breath. "Who taught you all this stuff?!" he demanded, jumping to his feet in a whir of energy. There was the plop of fabric on the hardwood floors.

"My friend Alice in second period," Nunnally answered, her blood heating at the milestone that was about to happen. "She also advised…"

"Advised what?" Lelouch croaked, falling back onto the couch.

Without saying a word, Nunnally reached out and sighed in bliss as she wrapped her fingers around her big brother's naked dick. It was a bit wet in places, and she stroked the length of him. Getting a feel for him.

He moaned, and it was the most delightful sound Nunnally had ever heard.

So she did it again.

Lelouch was breathing raggedly. "Nu-nunna-"

Before he could gasp out her whole name, Nunnally cupped his balls and bent at the waist, her hair falling in a protective curtain around them as she curiously took him in her mouth. Just the tip of him, just to tease, and she thrilled at how he went taut at the light suction of her lips. He was warm and hard in her mouth, just like when she'd touched him with her hands, and the absurdity of it all caused happiness to bubble in her heart. Lelouch was letting her suck him. He was hard for her. He was aroused because of her. She was getting everything she wanted.

Lelouch's hand tangled in her hair, and then he was pressing insistently on the back of Nunnally's scalp. "Take me deeper," he said, his voice a soft but dangerous growl.

Another wet rush of want pooled between Nunnally's own legs at his dark and demanding tone, at his sudden and welcome change of tune, and she eagerly slid her mouth down his pulsing dick. He tasted salty on her tongue, and she moaned lightly at getting to explore him with her taste buds. His masculine musk made her light-headed. The sex sounds Lelouch made kept her going full-throttle, and the twitching, smooth flesh sliding past her lips caused her belly to coil tight with her own desire. She wished she could see him. The expression on his face.

Then both Lelouch's hands were in her hair, and he was guiding her head how he wanted things. Considerate at first, but then making her go faster, shoving more of himself into the back of her throat. "That's the idea, Nunnally," he groaned. He was losing control. She was loving it. He was violently yanking her mouth up and down his dick in a sick pattern of dominance, pushing her further each time. "You can take me."

Nunnally warbled her agreement. Couldn't say anything because his dick was beginning to choke her.

It didn't bother her. Lelouch had always made sure she was safe. If there was anyone in the world she could trust, it was him. And if he believed she could take him balls-deep, then she was going to relax her gag reflex and swallow him whole. Vi Britannia women did not back down from challenges. Her mother would be so proud…

At the thought of their mother knowing about Lelouch roughly fucking Nunnally's face like a driven demon now, Nunnally moaned deep in her throat. The vibration made Lelouch's dick throb on her tongue, and seconds later he was spilling into her. A gush of juices flooded from between her legs, mirroring her brother's release. Then she was coughing and sputtering around his erupting cock, gagging as instinct took over, and she forced herself off of him so she could breathe.

"Shit, Nunnally, I'm sorry," Lelouch panicked, releasing her, sounding once more like her loving and overprotective big brother, and yet he was still cumming, coating her face and hair with his sticky seed.

Nunnally gasped, inhaling through her open mouth and trying to catch up. She was so dizzy. High. Trying to parse out her first orgasm with the sensation of suffocating on her brother's cock.

Lelouch audibly swallowed. "I should have warned you. I didn't…I didn't realize I was that close to cumming."

Nodding, Nunnally tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His cum dangled everywhere. "It's okay, big brother," she crooned, reaching out for his hand. Like always. "I'm glad I could make you feel so good."

"You were fabulous," Lelouch said softly, his habitual gentleness returned. She could feel his calm, reassuring smile resting on her, making her feel safe and loved.

Nunnally bit her lip, staving off a frown. She missed her brother the demon. She wanted him wild. Wanted him losing himself in sex, giving himself over to her. Forcing her to take his unrelenting cock as he saw to his own needs for once. Swallowing, savoring his abundant cum, she murmured, "You taste good, big brother."

Lelouch breathed in sharply through his nose. "Nunnally…" Then, cupping her hands warmly in his, he said with that smile in his voice, "You are simply beautiful."

Nunnally bent her head closer, anticipating more after what they'd done.

Lelouch delivered. "Utterly gorgeous, covered in my cum."

For the first time, shyness rose in Nunnally's chest. "Lelouch, you…you can cum on me anytime…"

"Really?"

"I like it," Nunnally admitted, delighting in the deep, dirty, now not-so-secret part of her. Heat pulsed again from her core, and she wanted to squirm. "Being drenched in my big brother's spunk like some nasty slut."

Chuckling, Lelouch used a finger under Nunnally's chin to tip her head up. "You are not a nasty slut."

"I am for you, Lelouch," Nunnally pointed out, her heart racing. "And before you argue with me, let me finish. I told you I was sick of being a pure little princess. I want to embrace this filthy side of myself. It feels good. It's fun. It's freeing. I finally understand what most people get to experience, and…and…"

"Nunnally…"

"I just really want to be fucked," Nunnally ended in a pained whisper. "I deserve it. This is my choice. No one can take it from me."

"O-okay, then, if you want," Lelouch stammered, adorably confused.

"I do," Nunnally assured him. "I'll still be your sweet little sister sometimes. But then other times, I just want to let loose and explore this new side of me. I know it's hard for you to see, Lelouch, but I'm growing up. And I'm horny."

Again, Lelouch choked on his words. "When will I get used to you sounding so smutty?" he wondered once he got himself together, placing a hand on Nunnally's bare knee.

Nunnally let out a shaky breath and willed him to slide his hand up, like she'd done to him earlier. "I like when I make my famously-eloquent brother so speechless," she said with a laugh. "Now do me a favor?"

Sensing what she needed, Lelouch traced Nunnally's leg and slid his capable hand under her school skirt. Unlike when she'd worked her way up to fondling him, he didn't wait, but went straight to her soaked panties. "Fuck, Nunnally," he groaned, rubbing the moist cloth back and forth between his fingers. "You're so wet."

"Because of you, big brother," Nunnally gasped, dying to get closer. "Please…"

"You need to give me time to get hard again," Lelouch chided gently, pressing his thumb into her through her underwear and making her gasp louder than before. "Come here, little sister," he murmured, and smoothly lifted her out of her wheelchair to bring her to him on the couch. "There we go."

Sighing in contentment, Nunnally looped her arms around Lelouch's shoulders and relaxed into his loving hold. He hastily peeled off her slick panties before rearranging her lower body, so she straddled him on the couch. "Oh!" Nunnally moaned, feeling his half-hard dick nudge the wet folds of her streaming pussy lips for the first time. Her groin throbbed with want. She needed him. Not just to be with her, like he'd been at her side ever since her world went dark, but to be inside her, where she could clench around him and cradle him deep.

"Nunnally," Lelouch moaned again, his bare hands finding purchase on her equally bare hips under her flared skirt. As they waited, enjoying their closeness, he groped her full behind like the hormonal teenage boy he pretended he wasn't. "You feel so good. I can't wait to fuck you."

Another flash of heat pierced Nunnally's belly, all the way down to between her legs, at the rough want in her brother's voice. "Please," Nunnally begged, desperate for it now that it was so damn close.

Lelouch's hardness beneath her twitched up against her yearning cunt, but he still wasn't ready to give her the fucking she needed. "Almost…"

"What do you need?" Nunnally whispered sultrily, right into his ear. "Big brother, please fuck me. I need your powerful dick."

That did it. Lelouch's reawakening erection stiffened into its full length as it started to press into Nunnally's folds. "Ahhhh, Nunnally…"

"I need you inside me, Lelouch," Nunnally begged again, knowing her brother enjoyed it when people begged. When he was wielding the power.

Lelouch groaned again in unrestrained pleasure as he pressed up, forcing the tip of his cock inside.

Nunnally trembled in anticipation.

Lelouch stopped.

Nunnally yowled in protest before she caught on to why he'd stopped. He'd hit her hymen. "Do it," she almost sobbed, frustrated that it was taking so long. "I want it to be you, Lelouch."

"I am a master of tearing down walls," Lelouch said solemnly, shifting them so Nunnally was lying on her back on the couch with her skirt spread above her hips; she could feel him hovering over her, and he quickly got himself into position to resume entering her. "It will hurt, Nunnally. Are you sure?"

"How many times do I have to beg, Lelouch?" Nunnally demanded, grasping at his shoulders. "If you won't pop my cherry, I'll find someone who will!"

Lelouch's only response was to drive his dick forward.

Nunnally's head swam, her spine tingled, she swore she could even feel her toes, and Lelouch was moving inside her, having claimed her virgin cunt, and Nunnally did give in to the happy tears as she clung to him and cried, "Yes, YES!"

Lelouch was moving rather slowly, giving her time to adjust, and Nunnally pounded on his back. "I can take more, Lelouch!"

But Lelouch couldn't give it to her harder. He was gasping for breath as he fucked her, but he kept going, refusing to give up.

Nunnally moaned encouragement. The pressure of him finally inside her pussy, where she'd wanted him all along, was stirring another orgasm. But he just wasn't building up her pleasure enough to release, with the pace and angle of his thrusts. He was trying, but it just wasn't going anywhere.

It was this awkward fumbling of sexual dissatisfaction that Suzaku stumbled upon.

Nunnally's head whipped towards the sound of the sliding door, and she recognized Suzaku's footsteps over the huff of Lelouch's strained breathing in her ear.

"LeLOUCH?" Suzaku exclaimed in shocked outrage, his footfalls coming to a dead stop. "NUNNALLY?"

Lelouch didn't answer, at least not that Nunnally could tell. He was probably glaring at Suzaku over his shoulder as he continued to thrust. At least he continued to thrust.

"Stop it!" Suzaku screamed. "Stop! She's crying! Lelouch, how could you…?! HOW COULD YOU?!"

"She's not crying because she doesn't want my cock," Lelouch said dismissively, still struggling to pick up the pace as he pounded Nunnally's hole. "How dare you accuse me of…?"

"Can we have this conversation later?!" Nunnally interrupted frantically, bringing her hand up to wipe at the tears gathered at the corner of her closed eyelids. "I am trying to enjoy getting fucked. Now brother, if you would kindly focus…!"

Lelouch's hand shot out to pin her wrist down. "None of that now, Nunnally. I won't have you accidentally wiping my dried cum off your face as I fuck you."

Suzaku whimpered, and soon there was the added sound of him rubbing himself as he watched. "So I guess the rumors are true. This is so hot."

Nunnally nodded, wishing she had the ability to move back against Lelouch. "Yeahhhhh," she agreed, tossing her head back. "I can just lie here and take my big brother's extraordinary dick. It feels sooooo good…"

Lelouch jerked above her. "Nunna…I'm gonna…"

"Again?" Nunnally asked, feeling conflicted. He'd come, and of course she wanted him to, but she was nowhere near finding release this time.

"YES!" Lelouch shouted, thrusting his hips more erratically as he neared completion.

"Cum inside me," Nunnally ordered, her heart racing as Lelouch followed her command for once and coated her insides with spunk. "That's right, big brother. Fill me up with all your hot cum!"

Suzaku fell over, groaning praise at the free show. Nunnally could hear him twitching on the floor.

Soon all three of them were moaning in ecstasy.

"Fuck, Lelouch…" Suzaku sighed, and Nunnally could hear the smile back in his voice. "I owe you an apology. I should have known you'd never hurt Nunnally. I just reacted on gut instinct, but I was out of line."

"There are some who'd say I was the one out of line," Lelouch countered, still getting his breath back. "I was the one screwing my handicapped little sister. That's taboo."

Nunnally frowned, about to protest. She'd wanted him to give in to her desires. Nothing else mattered. Not society, not any other person, not tradition...

"It's okay. If you two want to fuck, I support you. And of course, I won't tell anybody either," Suzaku offered.

Lelouch sat up, and Nunnally missed his warmth. "How generous of you," Lelouch chuckled. He was quiet a long moment, and Nunnally couldn't feel his gaze this time so she knew he must be looking at their friend. "Hey Suzaku."

"Yeah?"

Lelouch coughed and shifted awkwardly. "You want a turn with her?"

Nunnally froze, something flipping in her stomach at her brother's casual suggestion. As if she was his property, and her body was his to share as he saw fit. It should have disgusted her, but surprisingly, it caused another spike of warm arousal. That hidden nasty side of her roared up, and it was pleased.

"Uh, yeah," Suzaku said, hesitating around a brief pause. "Nunnally, do you want me to?"

"Suzaku," Nunnally said, holding out her sweaty hand. She beckoned him over. "I've wanted your dick for months. Please show my brother how to properly fuck a princess whore."

She could imagine her brother scowling at the slight, especially as he was playfully shoved out of the way.

"It would be my ultimate pleasure," Suzaku agreed jovially, clambering above Nunnally in Lelouch's old spot. "Lelouch, this is how it's done. You've got to pound her pussy, okay? Not just move back and forth like a sick snail. She wants to feel cock spearing her. Right, Nunnally?"

Nodding eagerly, Nunnally braced herself for Suzaku. Lelouch took one of her hands off to the side, and Nunnally softly squeezed it as Suzaku slammed inside. "OH!" she screeched, holding onto Lelouch's hand as Suzaku delivered on his promise and fucked her with abandon. Like she'd dreamed of.

"And here," Suzaku coached, guiding Lelouch's free hand slowly to Nunnally's sex. "Banging Nunnally's tight cunt is very important, Lelouch. But so it making her feel good, here."

Nunnally caterwauled as Suzaku's calloused fingers, soon joined by Lelouch's, began lightly pinching and rubbing something sensual on the outside of her slutty hole, above where Suzaku's cock was continually carving out space in her sopping pussy. "What is...?! MORE!"

Lelouch hummed low in his throat, and Nunnally recognized it as the sound he made when he was studying something to mastery.

"This is Nunnally's clit," Suzaku lectured, sounding pleased to be the expert for once. "THIS is your target for making her cum like a trained slut. Not TOO hard, Lelouch. You don't want to hurt her..."

Nunnally's fingers flexed in Lelouch's held hand as she pleaded, "Oh, Lelouch, Suzaku, I knew sex would feel divine but I didn't know it could feel like this. Oh please, oh please, oh please, don't stop! This is incredible! Fuck...fuck me..."

Ever courteous, Suzaku hauled up her hips and slammed deeper into her twat. "Lelouch, keep toying with her clit while I ram her cunt. You might want to try tonguing her clit, too. She'll thank you for that."

Nunnally wailed in near-agonized pleasure at the feeling of a damp tongue flicking her pleasure center. "BIG BROTHER! AHHHHH~!"

"I told you so," Suzaku said smugly, and then he braced himself above Nunnally and shuddered. "Oh, Lelouch...you got my cock that time...Fuck!" A few thrusts later, he added, "You...you don't have to keep licking me..."

"Maybe I want to," Lelouch said petulantly, and Nunnally couldn't bother frowning at the playfulness in his voice that he'd never shown her during sex. She was too far gone. In the back of her mind, she noticed Suzaku moaning louder as apparently Lelouch's tongue swiped his pumping cock every time it also flicked her clit. Jealousy reared its ugly head for just a moment, at how they were enjoying each other instead of focused solely on her, but it died down soon enough when they redoubled their attentions on her spiraling pleasure. "Besides," Lelouch said, now licking what he could reach inside and around Nunnally's pussy while mapping his way back to her abused clit, "Nunnally's love juices taste so good on you, Suzaku."

Suzaku made some inhumane whines and snapped his hips harder against Nunnally's in response.

Nunnally echoed his sentiment, not sure how to describe the sounds ripped out of her own throat. It wasn't long before she was cumming again, and it was hardly any time after that when Suzaku's gushing cum was filling her up, mixing with Lelouch's inside her snatch. It made her shiver to think of their shared seed swimming in her womb like some bred bitch.

"That is hot," Lelouch moaned huskily, lifting his head from where Suzaku was still joined with Nunnally. "Suzaku, watching you fuck my little sister…"

"And you," Suzaku countered, tangling his free hand with both of theirs. "Using your mouth on us both at the same time while I fucked her? I'm impressed, Lelouch."

There was a suspicious sound of smacking lips before Lelouch purred, "I am a man of many talents."

Nunnally, delirious and satisfied, withdrew into her thoughts as her favorite boys bonded. She'd succeeded in her personal quest. Convinced not only Lelouch, but also Suzaku, to dick her up good. Her emerging sluttiness awoke a bit more. She'd had but a taste, but there was more to explore.

And Nunnally schemed.

Nunnally followed Lelouch into the sitting room, her heart pitter-pattering as Sayoko let herself out the door for errands. As soon as they were alone, she rolled to a stop in front of Lelouch and accused, "You kissed Suzaku."

She wished she could see his face.

"So?" Lelouch asked defensively, his hackles up. "I never expected to fuck my little sister either, but I thought we were all trying new things. Far be it from me to have a gay moment, Nunnally."

At his wounded tone, Nunnally immediately wanted to comfort him. He'd done so much for her. He was allowed to have as many gay moments as he wanted. "I didn't take issue with you pursuing a gay kiss with your best friend, big brother," Nunnally clarified, huffing a sigh. "In fact, when the day comes when I can see again, I'd love to watch you lick Suzaku's cock. It sounds so hot!"

"Then I don't understand," Lelouch said, puzzled but less hostile. "What's the problem?"

"You haven't kissed me," Nunnally stressed, pushing herself to the edge of her wheelchair. "And now that we have some alone time again, you're going to rectify that."

Darkly amused chuckles sounded from Lelouch's lips. "I see. Taking charge, girl-boss?"

"You know you won't deny me," Nunnally said sweetly, lifting her arms. "Now hurry up, Lelouch. I want to sit in your lap. It's comfy."

As predicted, Leouch wasted no time in honoring Nunnally's wishes. He swiftly brought her close and, at her direction, helped her straddle him.

Nunnally relaxed at the familiar position and loosely wrapped her arms around Lelouch's neck. Sighing, she nestled even closer, heat pulsing from her groin as it settled over his. Lifting her face, she demanded softly, "Now kiss me, Lelouch." She had only a moment to wait before his lips covered hers, and she let him take the lead out of kindness for about twenty seconds before opening her mouth for him to urge him along. He stupidly didn't take the hint to taste her, so Nunnally licked his lips and used his silent gasp to explore his mouth instead. Lelouch groaned at her intrusion and went lax in her arms, and Nunnally angled her head for better access and kept tonguing him. He tasted like Sayoko's cooking, but better. Mixed with his own special Lelouchness, reminding her of the aftertaste of his cum.

"Oh, Nunnally," he moaned as he started kissing her deeper, mimicking her boldness. One of his hands started to rove, touching her small but developed breasts.

"Lelouch," she sighed back, pressing into his delightfully scandalous touch and hanging on tighter. At least he'd started touching her without her having to ask. Then she really needed to hold on to him, because he was suddenly kissing her hard, more than making up for his earlier hesitance, and she was matching his vigor, and then they were sloppily making out like two repressed, horny teenagers. His cock was stirring to life beneath her from the sheer lewdness of their kissing now, and saliva was sliding down Nunnally's face but she couldn't care. Things were so deliciously raunchy between them. His tongue was dipping into her mouth, tracing her gumline, and then his tongue was rubbing insistently against hers and she was pressing her tongue back against his like it was her sole purpose in the world. It didn't matter now that she couldn't see or couldn't walk, because she could kiss. He was moaning, she was moaning. He was grasping her by the hair, she was grasping him by the hair. He was hard, she was wet. And Lelouch was tongue-fucking her mouth now with that single-minded determination that she so loved about him, and Nunnally was flying inside at the burning lust she'd unlocked.

Especially in someone as self-controlled as her big brother.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," Lelouch moaned, swallowing Nunnally's mewls as he crushed her to his chest. "Nunnally, I…I'm so fucking hard…"

"I know," Nunnally teased, because she could feel his arousal pushing against her damp undies where she straddled his lap. "You have to wait this time, big brother. Kiss me again."

Lelouch groaned his disappointment, but he followed her command and kissed her like she wanted.

Nunnally was already lightheaded from Lelouch's obscene kisses, but her euphoria rocketed up ten notches when his fingers surprised her under her skirt. He slowly and purposefully dragged her wet panties across her throbbing clit before slipping a finger inside her underwear, and she broke free from his bruising kiss to yowl her pleasure to the entire building. "L-L-L-LELOUCH!"

"You like that?" Lelouch taunted, pressing the pad of his finger directly on her clit like Suzaku had taught him. "You like it when your big brother plays with your clit, princess?"

"OHHHHHH~!" Nunnally cried out, every nerve buzzing as Lelouch stimulated her, slowly and methodically, until she was a quivering mess slumped in his lap. She was panting heavily into his mouth as he kissed her and rubbed her with newfound confidence, and she was actually seeing stars even though she was blind. Then her pulse leapt as he slipped a couple fingers inside her constricting vaginal walls, but still used his thumb to press on her swollen pleasure button. "Le…Lelouch…Lelouch…"

"Happy now?" Lelouch continued, still in that superior tone as he finger-fucked her cunt and flicked his tongue into her hot mouth. "I can tell you are. You're so wet for me, little sister," he said smugly, lightly scraping his nail along her sensitive clit and making her squirt from the intense overstimulation. "What slutty fantasies do you have planned for us next, hm?"

Nunnally shuddered against his firm chest, her thoughts going haywire. "I want…I want…"

"Tell me," Lelouch breathed silkily in her ear. "Lelouch vi Britannia commands you."

Nunnally tried hard to get herself together enough to answer, but words lost all meaning as her brother toyed with her. "I love when you…when you…"

"Yes?" Lelouch prompted, always plunging his fingers in and out of her dripping twat and rubbing her clit with almost-painful attention as he so patiently waited. "What other dreams of yours can I fulfill?"

Nunnally's mouth fell open in wonder as she basked in his love. Lelouch was being such a sensuous partner at her urging, she'd forgotten for a brief moment that it wasn't all about sex. "Oh brother," she sighed dreamily, burrowing into his embrace and raising her head. Stroking his face, she guided him down. "Kiss me again!"

Lelouch kissed her tenderly, a far cry from the frisky open-mouthed kissing from before, but still in a way that heated Nunnally's blood. She could kiss him until the end of days.

"I ran into Suzaku. Um. Never mind, let me just back away."

Nunnally sighed at Sayoko's abrupt return, inwardly cursing herself for not noticing the sounds of the door opening or of Sayoko approaching. But Nunnally quickly forgave herself. All things considered, her attentions had been too preoccupied. She could never unwish it. Still, she had to deal with the current situation. Lelouch's hand had stopped moving under her skirt, but it was more than obvious that he'd been fondling her as they'd kissed. And not like brother and sister.

Lelouch cursed under his breath and hastily withdrew his hand. "Sayoko. You're back early. We weren't expecting you."

"Clearly," Sayoko mused, her tone dry. But she was back to brisk professionalism a second later. "My lord, do you need a towel?"

Lelouch carefully moved Nunnally back to her wheelchair as he stood to handle the unwelcome interruption. "I'll clean myself up. Nunnally, I'll take care of you when I say good-night this evening. Sayoko, I didn't want to have this conversation yet…"

Left bereft and aching, Nunnally settled into her wheelchair and listened as Lelouch's and Sayoko's voices faded down the hall. She was so close to cumming. Even now, finding release was at the forefront of her mind. She could touch herself, the same way Lelouch had been doing, or…

…or she could find a different dick.

Nunnally hadn't gotten far before stumbling across what would become her next opportunity. Her chair was rolling past the Student Council Room when her keen ears detected muffled crying and sniffling. Putting aside her own quest to see to the comfort of someone else, Nunnally entered the room. "Hello?"

Rivalz's heartbroken voice sounded from the table. "Hi, Nunnally."

Nunnally sent him her typical soft smile. "What's wrong, Rivalz?"

"Oh, nothing."

A flash of annoyance struck Nunnally at the casual brush-off. She didn't need to be checking on him. She had way more important things to do, as her pulsing loins reminded her. But her bleeding heart wouldn't let her leave, so she tried again. "Rivalz, we're friends, right?"

He grunted in response.

"I hate knowing a friend is upset. What happened?"

Rivalz let out a painstaking sigh. "You can probably guess."

Nunnally probably could. "Milly rejected you again?"

"I swear I'm in love with her, but she just…"

Nunnally's heart began to thump faster as Rivalz waxed poetry about Milly Ashford. He sounded so sad. So morose. So…pitiful.

It spawned an idea.

"I know it hurts to have Milly reject you, but Rivalz, there are plenty of other girls out there who would love to get with you," Nunnally said, channeling the manipulation that ran in her veins. She'd hardly ever wielded it, but these were desperate times. She was a girl in need. "Including…this one."

She could sense Rivalz do a sharp double-take. "Nunnally?"

"Oh, I don't want to date you or anything," Nunnally said quickly, moving closer and speaking faster before he could run. "But I wouldn't turn down your dick."

"WHAT?"

"It sounds like you're in need of a distraction," Nunnally observed. "And I can take cock like the nastiest slut. Now, do you want a fuck?" She tactfully left out the adjective "pity."

Rivalz was breathing in short, hard gasps. "I don't believe what I'm hearing. Is this really you, Nunnally Lamperouge?"

Snorting ungracefully, Nunnally promised, "It's me, and the offer is genuine. I know what you're thinking. 'It's always the quiet ones.'"

Rivalz went silent as he presumably thought it over. At long last, he murmured, "Lelouch would kill me."

"Oh, I doubt that," Nunnally said hastily, waving off his concerns. "My big brother would hardly have the right to judge you for taking advantage of what he has himself."

Rivalz's breathing sped up again. "Wait…you don't mean…what you're saying…"

"Lelouch has fucked me," Nunnally shared proudly, a thrill surging through her body at the memory. "In fact, he's the one who took my virginity."

"LELOUCH did?" Rivalz exclaimed, sounding incredulous. At least he wasn't stuck on Milly Ashford anymore. "There's no way…"

"He did, and he enjoyed it," Nunnally said convincingly.

"I can't believe the rumors are actually true."

Nunnally laughed again. The rumors certainly were something else, and Nunnally had been almost apologetic when she'd had to deny them earlier to her curious friend. Apparently, every girl in this school wanted to fuck Lelouch, but everyone also knew the only girl he had the time of day for was her. Somehow, that had translated in people's minds as "Lelouch fucks his little sister every night," and Nunnally had been rather interested in the idea rather than appalled upon first hearing it. She was near giddy that the rumors had actually become true, with her initiative. "Indeed they are, and I'm not complaining. Big brother takes very good care of me."

Rivalz made a choking sound at the implications.

"I'm giving you this golden chance to do the same," Nunnally continued, lifting up her skirt. Gesturing to her sex, partly hidden by her fleshy thighs, she murmured enticingly, "I'm so wet right now."

She could imagine his eyes going wide.

"B-but," Rivalz stammered, "wouldn't Lelouch still get mad? You're his."

"I honestly don't think Lelouch would mind," Nunnally pointed out lightly, inwardly vexed at the idea that she wasn't seen as her own person, in charge of making her own decisions. While on one hand it was hot to think of Lelouch controlling her, she certainly didn't belong to just him. With a longsuffering sigh, she let her skirt drop, getting the sense that Rivalz might take awhile to come around. "He was quick to offer Suzaku a turn with me."

She could feel Rivalz's shock like a physical blast of air.

"And Suzaku?" Rivalz asked, sounding strained.

Nunnally laughed at the memory. "Suzaku couldn't get his dick up my pussy fast enough."

With a sound that could be choked guffaws, Rivalz mused, "That doesn't sound like Suzaku. Dude's some kind of white knight."

"He wasn't doing anything wrong," Nunnally protested, peeved on her friend's behalf. "Lelouch gave him explicit permission. And I certainly wanted him to fuck me."

Rivalz went silent, almost like he was considering. Since Suzaku had paved the way.

"Just like I want you to fuck me," Nunnally added, her voice dipping low as she leaned in. "Come on, Rivalz. Are you really going to ignore me? I have needs. You have needs."

"I…"

"We'll both feel better if you do," Nunnally reasoned sweetly. "I'll even let Milly know what a great lover you are." That earned his attention, if his quickened breathing was any indication. "But first you have to prove it." Moving over to the Student Council conference table, feeling pretty confident now, Nunnally pressed what she could of her upper body flat against the furniture.

Rivalz moved to her aid, apparently coming to a decision, and deftly lifted her and slid her fully onto the table.

Nunnally moaned softly at the friction as her clothed tits dragged on the wood. She could imagine the sight she must make, a slutty schoolgirl on display. It made her even wetter.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Rivalz whispered as he steadied Nunnally's hips at the edge of the table. There was a thud as he shoved her wheelchair aside to make room for himself.

Nunnally remained quiet, respectfully letting him work through the last of his reservations, and anticipated what was to come. Her legs hung uselessly to the ground as she was bent over the table, but Rivalz was careful not to let her fall as he flipped up her school skirt.

"You weren't kidding," he breathed as he slowly peeled off her soaking panties. "Nunnally, you are so slick and ready for me already."

"I've been told I'm tight too," Nunnally bragged, her fingers flexing for purchase she couldn't find on the smooth tabletop. Impatience coursed through her as she listened to the muffled sounds of him undressing behind her. "Now hurry up, Rivalz. Don't make me wait any more for your hard dick."

Rivalz moaned at her crass dirty talk as he gripped her and guided himself into her quivering cunt from behind. "You are a tight bitch," he groaned as he slid home, loud with satisfaction.

A zing of pleasure shot through Nunnally's body at his derogatory language. She felt she should've been insulted that he suddenly called her a bitch, but honestly, it went straight to her clit. Arousal streamed from her pussy as Rivalz rocked back and then—finally—slammed deep into her aching twat. "AH! YES!" Nunnally cried, absolutely loving being fucked doggy-style over the table. She'd been on-edge for far too long already. "Fuck me harder, Rivalz. Give it to me good!"

The table shook beneath her as Rivalz set a fairly aggressive pace, plundering her pussy with his virile manhood. "Shit, Nunnally, you dirty girl. You weren't kidding when you said you could take cock!"

Nunnally gasped as his rough thrusts slammed her hips repeatedly into the shaking table, and she scrabbled for nonexistent purchase. "I'm a naughty little slut," she said breathlessly, swooning as she identified herself as such. "Not a liar."

Rivalz dug his nails into her bare hips as he pounded her even harder from behind. "And what do you think of this?" he asked, penetrating her deeper.

Nunnally's moans reached fever-pitch, her body buzzing as her swollen clit rubbed the table and her greedy cunt spasmed around Rivalz's pistoning cock. "I think," she managed as she started intensely cumming, "that Milly doesn't know what she's missing…!"

As if those were the magic words, Rivalz ejaculated deep into her snatch with a shout of pleasured triumph. Breathing heavily, he waited until he'd completely finished shooting his load into her before pulling out with a squelch. Mindful of not letting Nunnally slip off the table, Rivalz caught his breath and admitted, "You were a surprisingly fun fuck."

Nunnally beamed at the compliment. "So were you," she sassed back, saying nothing else as he kindly returned her to her wheelchair. She could feel their mixed fluids leak out of her as she resumed sitting, but she refused to let Rivalz put her still-sopping underwear back on her. "You keep it," she suggested with a smile, getting the sense that Rivalz would enjoy the trophy.

"You serious?" Rivalz asked excitedly, confirming her hunch.

Laughing, Nunnally nodded. "Of course. Haven't you learned yet, Rivalz, that I don't offer things unless I mean them?"

Rivalz gently touched her hand in simple gratitude. "Thanks, Nunnally. And I owe you an apology."

"Don't you dare apologize for giving me earth-shattering sex."

Rivalz chuckled and patted her hand. "No, that's not…"

"Then for what?" Nunnally asked, tilting her head. She fixed her rumpled uniform the best she could as she waited for him to gather his thoughts.

Rivalz took a deep breath. "I've always seen you as, like, my best friend's disabled little sister. You were kinda like his accessory, in a way?"

Nunnally's heart stung at his truthful assessment, but she understood. She figured it was the same for most people. "Yeah." That didn't make it hurt any less.

"I'm ashamed that I never really took the time to think of you as your own person," Rivalz continued softly, his embarrassment evident. "I didn't think of you with, um, wants and needs and dreams like anyone else. I didn't think of you as human. That was wrong of me, and it shouldn't have taken having sex with you to make me open my eyes." There was a short pause. "Wait! That was a really insensitive way of phrasing it. What I meant was…"

Without meaning to, Nunnally laughed at Rivalz's blundering. "It's okay," she assured him, squeezing his hand. "I understand what you're saying, and I'm glad you've come to…a new appreciation of me."

"A couple new appreciations," Rivalz quipped, his tone suggestive.

Heat warmed Nunnally's face. "Yes," she said, breathing deep. "And if you ever want a repeat experience, Rivalz, my legs are always open."

Lelouch's soft, recognizable footsteps followed Nunnally to the bed. "Sayoko doesn't really understand, but she's agreed to keep quiet."

"I'll talk with her," Nunnally promised, shifting in her wheelchair. Unashamedly, she started to undress. She'd wanted Lelouch to be the one to transfer her to the bed, for him to notice another man's cum spilling from her cunt from the movement.

He didn't disappoint.

She heard him gasp at the crude mess left behind on her wheelchair. "What is this?!"

"You left," she said pointedly as he sat her on the edge of her bed. She took the opportunity to finish undressing, flinging her school uniform in the direction of her hamper. Rivalz had her panties, and she hoped he was enjoying them.

Lelouch let out some kind of aghast noise. "So you…what, found Suzaku instead?"

"Not Suzaku," Nunnally chirped, leaning calmly back on her hands and thrusting her chest out with pride. "Rivalz."

Silence hung in the tense air between them.

"You let Rivalz fuck you," Lelouch said flatly. Disapproving.

"I invited Rivalz to fuck me," Nunnally returned, annoyed that she had to stress the correction to someone who was supposed to be so intelligent.

"And he took you up on your offer?" Lelouch snapped back, his voice shaking with rage. "What an inconsiderate bastard." He still hadn't moved. With how tight his voice was, surely his hands were balled into fists, like when they were younger.

At his attitude, that spark of annoyance simmered into anger. "Rivalz wasn't inconsiderate," Nunnally defended him, suddenly acutely aware that she was sitting naked and exposed on the edge of her bed. It hardly seemed fair that Lelouch was clothed and standing; she could feel him towering over her, feel the scorch of his glare on her burning skin. Nunnally trembled, reminded herself of Rivalz's kindness. "He took care of my needs. Besides, it took me awhile to convince him; he certainly put up a hell of a lot more resistance than you did."

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

Lifting her chin, Nunnally leaned in closer. For whatever good that would do. "It means you don't get to take the moral high ground here, Lelouch."

"Moral high ground?" Lelouch echoed. His voice resembled ice chips.

"Most people would think it wrong for you to fuck me, big brother," Nunnally explained slowly. She wondered if she was pushing him too far. But, she couldn't stop. She deserved to have a voice.

"And most people would think it wrong for you to bring it up to begin with," Lelouch was quick to retort, his stance still decidedly chilly. "You were rather insistent about it too, little sister."

Nunnally could hardly believe it. They were arguing. Lelouch had spent seven years going out of his way to be overly kind towards her, never sharing a mean word or harsh tone since the accident. Their relationship, while cherished, had become in some way, fake. Surface-level. For show. Lelouch never allowed himself to be present or real enough with her to cause upset, keeping Nunnally safe and protected in an unwanted bubble. But now? After a bit of sex and strain as they navigated uncharted waters? Their relationship was evolving, and it wasn't just the sex that Nunnally treasured. "I knew what I wanted," Nunnally said, shrugging off his judgmental words but clinging to the darkness he was finally sharing. "I'm not ashamed at how needy I was for your cock."

"Nu-nunnally…" Lelouch was warming to her again.

"To be clear," Nunnally said, knowing she had to set the record straight, "I don't think you did anything wrong. My point was merely that you don't get to go around pointing the finger at people, when you yourself have done things that others would find reprehensible."

Lelouch went quiet for a few moments as he processed Nunnally's wisdom. Finally, he sighed, and his voice was once again kind and loving when he spoke. "I suppose that's fair, Nunnally. And."

"Yes?" Nunnally prompted, hoping he wasn't going to hide himself again. They'd come so far. She wanted her brother, the real him. Darkness included. She wanted to know that side of him as well as she knew the side that doted on her.

"You're sure you don't mind?" Lelouch asked, seeming to choose his words carefully. "That I've done things…reprehensible?"

Shaking her head, Nunnally extended her hand. Her heart raced at how he was opening up, and she needed him to continue. "I find it hot, big brother."

Lelouch's hand found hers. It was what he'd always done. Taken her hand, let her know she was not alone. Now there was another meaning layered between their touching skin. "Nunnally."

"I know you to be so warm and caring," Nunnally said softly, a lifetime of memories giving proof to her word. "But I also know you better than anyone, Lelouch, and you're not so good at hiding the rage that lurks inside you as you think you are. And when that suppressed wickedness erupts?"

Lelouch was breathing fast now, his hand trembling in hers.

"It turns me on," Nunnally lowly confided again, knowing it would take repeated mention for Lelouch to really believe her. She tugged him down, sending them both sprawling in her bed. His weight squashed her into the sheets, but she loved having him on top of her. Before she could say it, he rolled, only taking the edge off his weight, and pulled Nunnally almost desperately into his arms. So, he felt it too.

Nunnally clung to him, her rapidfire heartbeat thrumming in her ears. She wanted him to kiss her.

Letting out a low growl, like he was reading her mind or maybe shared her thoughts, Lelouch dragged her into a messy kiss. His tongue was everywhere in her mouth, claiming her, and Nunnally submitted easily and enjoyed his almost-feral attentions. She was a quivering mess against his chest when he finally pulled back.

"Lelouch?"

He sat them up, returning her to perch on the edge of the bed like before. She wondered what he was up to now. Unlike whatever seemed to be troubling him lately, she had a feeling she was about to discover whatever was on his mind this time. Thoughts whirling, she felt him slide off the bed, heard his knees hit the floor. He settled between her legs, yanking her thighs apart. "You begged me to kiss you earlier," he rasped, moving closer. After harshly kissing the inside of one thigh, and then the other, he found his way to her already-dripping cunt. "I think it's high time I kiss all your lips," he hissed, his breath wafting over her aroused sex. Before Nunnally could respond, he dove forward and kissed her directly on her pussy.

"Lelouch!" Nunnally gasped, one hand flying to his head. Warmth spread through her in waves. How could Lelouch be so suave and so awkward at the same time? Nevertheless, he was so intense, and it was doing things to her all over again. She could definitely get used to him showing his devotion to her in these fun new ways. Grabbing him roughly by the hair, she yanked him closer. "That's! Good! Put your mouth on my cunt!"

Humming in obvious satisfaction, Lelouch moved even closer and licked her hole, bottom to clit.

"Ye~eeees!" Nunnally encouraged, holding his head to the juncture of her thighs. She trembled as he replicated his deep kissing from before, only this time his tongue was determinedly mapping the inside of her cunt. Waves of pleasure rocked Nunnally's remaining senses as he ate out her pussy like a starving man. "B…big brother!"

Lelouch reached up and around, grabbing Nunnally's naked ass and using it to maneuver her better against his face. Though his words came out muffled against her slit, he said, "I'm going to…remind you…who you belong to…Clean out all the bad cum left in your used cunt, and then fill you up with mine!"

Nunnally shuddered at his dark, possessive tone. At the idea of him deliberately licking out whatever remained of Rivalz's cum in her snatch. Her brother was nothing if not determined. A little crazy sometimes with the lengths he went to, but determined. And his determination felt so damn good. "Lelouch~!" she gasped, her fingers flexing against his scalp as she kept holding him to her. His confidence was attractive, but he could also stand to be knocked down a peg or two. And she knew just how to do it. Though it took more willpower than it should to focus, she took stock of what he was doing. One of his hands was still groping her ass, keeping her lower body pressed tight to his face. She could hear the rustle of fabric as he worked on himself with the other.

"Give me your hand," she ordered, sounding like an imperial princess. "Jealous boys don't get to touch themselves~"

Lelouch's pained whimpers went straight to her cunt, but he slowly gave her his hand. The rush of power Nunnally felt at his sudden subservience was like its own orgasm.

Shivering, Nunnally brought Lelouch's hand to her left tit. "Touch me instead, big brother."

Lelouch moaned and clutched at her, his palm almost completely covering her small breast as he played with it. He pinched her nipple, ruthlessly, at the same moment that he suctioned his lips directly over her clit and sucked. He was a fucking sexual demon again.

All the years of trauma and hardship were worth it when she got to experience this level of absolute divine pleasure, all her senses honed in on the way Lelouch was manhandling her…as he expertly serviced her. "OhhhHHH~~~!" Nunnally shouted, grabbing at her other tit with her free hand as she followed his lead. The combined sensations of him eating her out, having both her tits squeezed and tugged, and feeling his hand unapologetically pawing at her pert butt was enough to have her cumming hard on his face. "Lelouuuuuch!"

Lelouch licked her through her latest climax, being sure to lap her clean with long, languid strokes of his tongue. His nose kept brushing her clit as he moved against her, sending more jolts through Nunnally's overstimulated body. "Satisfied, little sister?" he asked smugly, finally lifting his head. He continued to fondle her breast, seeming like he couldn't get enough of it. Or of her.

"Oh yes, Lelouch," Nunnally sighed, trying to catch her breath. Aftershocks of pleasure still wracked her body. She enjoyed it all while mindlessly stroking his tousled hair.

He started to rise, but Nunnally pushed him back down with surprising strength. Just because he'd made her feel amazing didn't let him off the hook. "Jealous boys don't get to fuck their little sisters. But don't worry, I'll be gracious and let you rut against my crippled leg like a dog until you cum."

Lelouch's high-pitched whimpers again made Nunnally worry the windows might shatter. "NUNNALLY!"

"Do it," Nunnally commanded silkily, "or leave."

Obediently, Lelouch shifted and awkwardly began to dry-hump Nunnally's paralyzed leg. "This is so humiliating," he hissed, but Nunnally noticed that he was starting to get into it. He pressed his face, wet and sticky from her release, into her naked thigh as he grinded himself against her lower limb. His body was moving faster now as he got desperate, chased climax; his jostling movements were making thumping sounds as he forcefully ground her leg into the side of the bed. "Fuck, I'm gonna…"

"Make it last," Nunnally ordered, feeling a twisted sort of pleasure deep inside at torturing Lelouch. She couldn't feel the pressure of his thrusts, but Lelouch's gasps and low moans were music to her ears as he got himself off on her leg. He hadn't let go of her tit either, and he was nearly crushing it as he lost control elsewhere. "Don't you have any of your legendary self-control left, brother? Don't disappoint me."

"Damn you!" Lelouch snarled. So this was where she'd finally pushed too far. "I need to cum!"

"When I say," Nunnally partially agreed, just to see where he would go next.

"This is not fucking fair," Lelouch growled as he kept humping Nunnally's leg, but dutifully slower and less like a possessed demon. "I was so hard earlier, when Sayoko interrupted us. While I was responsible and talked to her, you went off and fucked my friend – without me there – and got to cum. Then I took care of you again, gave you fantastic oral. You've got to cum today like a spoiled princess, Nunnally. It's my turn, dammit!"

"You are such a child," Nunnally giggled, wiping a finger through her mess on his face. "Talking about 'turns,' when we both know life isn't fair. The real world doesn't work like that."

Lelouch made some kind of animalistic roar as he picked up the pace again. Rutted against her leg like he didn't have any cares left. Her words had lost their power over him. He'd finally well-and-truly snapped. "I will fucking create your beautiful world, Nunnally! BUT FIRST!"

Frowning, Nunnally pet his sweaty hair. Lelouch seemed to be losing his mind. He wasn't making any sense. "Fine then," she sniffed, worried that she'd damaged his incredible mind with prolonged sexual torture. She'd never wanted to break her brother, not like this. "Go ahead and cum, Lelouch."

Lelouch hissed through his teeth as he finally came and collapsed back on the wooden floors with a loud thud. Heavy panting filled the bedroom. "Oh fuck, Nunnally."

As always, Nunnally wished she could see his face. She could only imagine him lying there, completely spent, his hair mussed, his clothes rumpled, his pants suspiciously stained… "It's okay," Nunnally said after a moment, already missing him. She was so proud of him. And herself. "It turns me on to be controlled, humiliated, and degraded too."

Lelouch wheezed on the floor.

"I told you that I'm not a pure little princess anymore."

"Obviously."

"I like it," Nunnally said, falling sideways on her bed. "I daresay you like it as well."

"…Perhaps," Lelouch admitted, a tired smile in his voice.

"Even when I fuck other people," Nunnally continued, "it doesn't mean what we do together isn't special. I like dick. I adore Suzaku. But I hope you know…I love you most of all."

Lelouch audibly swallowed. "Nunnally…"

"So there's no need to be jealous, big brother," Nunnally added softly. "Okay?"

"Okay," Lelouch said, sounding weary. "I can tell you're growing up before my eyes."

Nunnally smiled to herself as she heard him clamber to his feet. "I don't suppose you'll stay with me?"

"I can't," Lelouch said, sounding genuinely regretful as he repositioned Nunnally in bed and gently pulled the covers over her. "I have a lot of tasks I need to clear tonight. But, I'll be thinking of you. As always."

Accepting his decision, his continued secrets, Nunnally drifted into a contented doze. Lelouch left, but flashes of memory assaulted her senses. Her lips curved up in her sleep.

And Nunnally dreamed.